Kardan and i hitched out of the Casa starting late Wednsaday. We zigzaged our way across the Netherlands, never waiting long, but having some less than perfect places to hitch from. My old illusions about hitching at night we quickly displaced. Kardan is fearless in his quiet way. Asking everyone at the gas stations for a lift. When we finally made it to the German boarder, the sun was already setting and we were far from Braunswieg (sp?). Kardan asked several drivers and the good news was we found on willing to take us and going all the way to our destination. The bad news was he spoke only German and he was a nationalist, a friendly one, but a nationalist none the less and Kardan had to spend many hours talking with him mostly not about politics while i slept off the Casa late night lifestyle in the back of the car.
When we got to the final gas station there was Gunnar hitching on the Berlin so i jump from Kardan to Gunnar as my linguistic guide thru Deutcheland and headed off towards Berlin. Our first ride took us all the way to the Michtenburg gas station, just outside Berlin. Sadly it was going so fast we ened up there at 2 in the morning and all the traffic for an hour was Polish drivers (and Belorussians and further east) taking cars back over the next boarder and no one was heading in to Berlin. So Gunnar and i ultimately walked in to town and caught the regional train into Berlin at 4:30 in the morning.
I spent a charming day in Belzig with my dear friend Tobais (formerly Frodo) and then headed off to Gorleben to speak at an international presentaion on nuclear power and reconnect with my old friend Lucifer (see butthedevil.blogspot.com).
