Journal - Napló
|Posted on June 14, 2009 at 9:30 AM|
This was the first time I’ve made a trip without spending any money going to and from my destination. It will most likely also be the last.
There are plenty of good reasons to choose to hitch hike even though one can afford a ticket for a train or a plane. The fact that you meet people all along the way being the main reason. Attempting to travel all the way without any money for food however was an interesting experience and I am glad I did it, but it didn’t really add much to the experience. At least it didn’t add more than it took away. Food is an essential part of travel for me and missing out on potential culinary delights because I wasn’t supposed to spend any money, was silly. Particularly when the food is well within my budget.
That said,it does give some satisfaction to have completed such a trip. The trip south took about 36 hours. I scored some old hotdogs at a Statoil station in Norway, had a truckers breakfast compliments of a trucker (he also bought me a showerJ) and whatnot. The weather was good too so it was no problem to find a place outdoors to crawl into my sleepingbag.
I spent a wonderful three days in Holland with my friend Xander. He has a beautiful home in the lowlands. In one of the most densenly populated countries in the world, he lives in a countryside paradise amoungst cows and birds and friendly neighbours.
The trip back up took me 43 hours, but then I had a sweet nine hours of sleep at a the house of a really nice lady in Denmark. She was a healer of profession and claimed very seriously to be able to communicate with ghosts. As for food, a trucker once again came to the rescue. I had a a sweet 250km ride north towards Hamburg with him; a Romanian born, Spanish dude who was working out of France. He gave me spanish lessons.
The last day of the trip the weather was crap. It was pouring down and the winds where at times so strong that being under the roof at petrol stations made a fat difference as to how wet you got.
I made it home at about one o clock that last day. My final ride was with “The Stiig” in his newish BMW. Even rich people give rides.
I have concluded that hitch hiking is therapy. In order to get anywhere you need to be hyper extroverted. Contacting hundreds of strangers in a single day rally makes me feel good. It brakes down all sorts of barriers of fear and disinterest that slowly rise whenever I stay to long in a only a few places and only act in certain familiar situations. Feeling free of these makes me very happy.