From England back to Poland
This was like one of the most amaizing days ever. I hit the road late friday morning. I found myself at the junction where from I was picked by Spanish truck driver. This cool fellow told me the story how he got to know his South African wife when he was on the road, brilliant one ! I was also introduced to some good Spanish music. He drove me for nearly 100km and drop me at the service. I didn’t wait too long, English truck driver picked me up. This one was an easygoing type, really easy to get along with. After little chat he offered me some green herbs increasing humour, I didn’t deny. We had a freaking good time talking about various things. When I got off the truck I found myself on the ring of London. I got a short lift from an English priest who was going to take the weeding. Then, after probably an hour or even more standing on the terribe heat I got next lift from elderly guy. This one kept telling me to take as much from the life as I can, enjoy it and don’t waste it doing nothing, hell true though. The junction I was dropped at looked quite good, but noone would pick me up for over an hour. 2 ladies stopped after some time. They dropped me on the straight road to Dover, far past London. I got off, grabbed a snack and continued. When I was walking down the road with the sign on my back ‘DOVER’ a Mercedes stopped. Young fellow from India offered me a ride to Dover with detour to the harbour where from I could hitch a car over the channell. This guy was frankly amaizing, didn’t mind talking about India and shared a lot with me. When I got off I had been so thirsty and hungry that I barely could manage hitching, but the sun was slowly going down so I had to hitch a car over the channell. Suprisingly, cause I thought that gettin a lift over the channel would be difficult, I got a lift after half an hour from Polish truck driver. I got in quickly and finally could take a rest. When I asked him where he was going, I was expecting Belgium at best, but he wanted to be home as fast as possible and it turned out that he wanted to drive all the way from Calais to Poznań non-stop. 1300km with a truck, without break for a sleep sounded insane to me, but whatever, why would I complain ?! We ended up driving non-stop, with short breaks for coffee till Poznan. We made it even further, to Września where I got off. After 17 hours in a truck I could finally feel the temperature in Poland. Walking with my 20kg rucksack on 35 degrees wasn’t enjoyable, but whatever. After a few minutes I got another lift to Grudziądz, then another one across the city. The guy shared with me snickers and redbull, took a detour as well, to make sure that I would be fine. Yet again, no longer than 10 minutes it was when I got a lift. 2 guys were going to the village nearby, but still 20 km further. They helped me out with cardboard so that I could have a sign. It was getting dark, I was horribly exhausted (around 36 hours awake). I put on my high-visibility clothing and carried on. When it was completely dark I saw some Lithuanian car pull over. I ended up in a car to Olsztyn (70km from my place) driven by lady who was going with her son back home from holiday. She was very helpful and nice, even spoke bit of Polish. She made sure that I was on the bus stop where from I took bus to my place, cause hitchhiking with 800 pounds in one’s pocked ain’t best idea in Poland during saturday night 