I didn't want to leave. The scowling gray sky dominated the horizon and really, it didn't feel a day to be doing anything. It was one of those days. A day where you switch on the telly, switch off your brain, sink back into the couch and slowly enter a form of mild vegetativeness. It was just one of those days. The type which helps keep Oprah Winfrey on the air, the dishes piling up in the sink and your once pristine lawn converting back into jungle. One of those days.
And being one of those days, my 9am start was just a never in the running. Instead, I was mildly surprised to find myself setting off at what I consider a quite respectable 1pm. A twenty minute street side walk brought me to the Frankfurt au Main autobahn off ramp and I soon found myself located on a grassy verge with my handy new sign ready for trialling. Sheet out and thumb up for an instant as a small truck crawled into view and then my head was back in my bag searching for my cell phone so I could time how long I waited for. Now where had I put it...?
TOOOOT! Grinning face pressed up against the glass pane window indicated I was in luck! My trusty signs first 20 seconds had gone well. Simply put, I am irresistible, haah. The driver was returning from Karlsruhe where he worked as an events organiser. On learning I was a kiwi, his face lit up as the stories of his times in New Zealand unfolded and I soon learned I was on track for a lift the whole way with this guy. AND he came with free coffee and chocolate! He has also offered his house as a place to stay when I visit northern Germany. Cool.
He dropped me at the train station from where I could catch a lift to the house I was surfing at and yeah, that easy. Hitching in Germany? No sweat!
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