one last smile

one last smile

Amylin, just before hitching to Grenoble and Porto. Photo taken by Anu, retouching by amylin.

"i am never just in one place at a time"

i arrived very early this morning in porto, in a mere 6 rides, which is half of the amount that it took from amsterdam to grenoble.
during the day, all of the rides spoke only french, except for two, whom also spoke some moroccan arabic :)

on the second to last petrol station in france, i found a portuguese guy who was driving straight to porto. he was speaking to the servicemen in french, so i approached him french... we spoke for a little while, and he said he would be going in the direction of spain. he looked very spanish, so i decided to go ahead and ask:

Guess what? I missed my plane

(10:11:58 PM) Dezatron: guess what? I missed my plane, looking at my options and considering hitching to London, anyone got any suggestions?
(10:18:20 PM) Dezatron left the room (quit:).
(11/26/2008 01:38:23 AM) anx entered the room.
(01:39:31 AM) anx: hello there
(01:39:39 AM) anx: is the casa still awake?
(01:45:21 AM) anx left the room (quit:).

open diary of mine,warning: not censured

its gonna be hard winter and Aris is going to the south to deal with french keyboards which she hates so much.


Anything is possible

After nearly four days straight on the road (and sea) from Marrakech, Morocco, I have successfully hitchhiked back to the Casa in Amsterdam.

My route:

Wednesday-- Left Marrakech in the afternoon, wound up getting stuck in Rabat by night, spontaneously hosted by a boy I met in the streets in the Ville Nouvelle, who wound up living in a "very modest" but very kind little cement block home in Salé AND, coincidentally, being a mutual friend of my friend Mounir, from Marrakech.

789 - I wanna hitch with Frankenstein

Slogans are important sometimes. They give a face, something recognizable and catchy to create a nice connecting element. So when we were in Paris for the European Hitchhiking Day/ Week/ Whatever at "8/8/8/ Paris wants you for a nomadic date", thinking about the next slogan for 7/8/9., all we came up with was, "789 the road is mine". Obviously that slogan will never hold. Now, 3 months later we finally sat down for a full-on brainstorm. Here are the results:

From Casa to Gorleben

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.

Let me out!

There is no getting out of that place! It's the second time I fail hitch-hiking away from Amsterdam! And this time it was a freaking masquerade...

First gas station. Walking distance from the tram.

4 people on the road

Four friends left hitchhiking and one just got stranded hopelessly (again). Guess who? Sitarane first send me a weird txt: "Just left the station (2h!). Two guys from Hamburg wanted 200 euro for the trip and a woman convinced them to take me for free. And gave me 20 euro... What?" And now he just called. The guys dropped him somewhere at the airport, which is in the other direction and just before it is getting dark now, Julien still wants to make it back to Hamburg... How would the others be making it Today? Fleur to Metz, and Marc and Kasya South to Eindhoven...

Greetings to casa!

After that somehow complicated trip from Braunschweig to here I really enjoyed that warm welcome on Wednesday 8 pm!

The scene was great. People sitting on the carpet around an unlegged table sharing fine food and entertaining stories in candle light and smooth music. After four days beeing here I really can say - this all day life here. Thanks to all of you!