Fast times in Tahoe

9am found me street side. Six hours has been a good wake up call. Sign up again and I was away. Only this time I truly wouldn't have minded another 6 hours. The sun was up, the sky was clear and my belly was full. Life was looking good and I was enjoying being back on the road once more.

It took half an hour for my first ride to appear. A couple heading my way told me hitch hikers were a dying breed and rarely seen in these parts any more. Hence they had picked me up. Not sure if it was for their benefit or mine but pick me up they did. Again, the lift came with free snacks and drinks. But I won't go into them for too long as this happened... (but they were really cool and the lift much appreciated!)

So thy dropped me off at a rest are next to the autobahn just on the outskirts of Holland. The autobahn was undergoing construction and so traffic had been reduced to a crawl and opened up the possibility of appealing to the entire road's worth. But first I figured I would try the rest stop stoppers for the first half hour or so.

I wandered to the end of the area and whipped out my sign. Sun was up and so was my smile and soon I think my smile was outshining the sun as a motorbike with sidecar cruised by. Didn't stop but neither did my dreaming. One day. How cool would that be! Next a Porsche 911 drove up and so I again signaled with a laugh and then I began hitching in ernest.

In my last lift they had asked if I ever caught lifts in trucks. I replied that I hadn't yet and neither had I caught a lift in a Ferrari or a stretch limo but that my life had along way to go yet and so did my travels and so one day, somewhere, I would try them all.

Bwaaaarp! Bwaaaarp!

Hmm? Vas ist das?

Woah!

The Porsche had pulled over and I was being offered a ride. This car was new. Show room new and I was left wondering how much sun this guy had been having?! And so begun my fast, very fast, lift into Holland with a famous singer from Kurdistan who you can check out on YouTube under Delil Dilanar. When nearing Amsterdam, we wondered on where it would be best to drop me off for a final lift into the city. Stopping at a gas station to ask advice, I approached a lady who helped us out and when she saw what I was 'hitchhiking' in, gave me a big thumbs up and a laugh I could hear for a long time coming. Good stuff.

So Delil dropped me off at the next gas station and from here I caught my final lift with a man no
less extraordinary. Or unique at least. Climbing into a van full of chickens I found myself soon engaged in a very interesting conversation about pigeon racing; the drivers main hobby. Quite cool. He even dropped me off town centre where I was to meet my next couch surfing host and so I found myself in Dam square, Amsterdam. Now to see what this place has to offer...