A quick update. In Germany the police said we could either report the man to the police in Switzerland Or in Sweden. In Sweden the police said “you can make a report but nothing will happen, we won’t do anything about it.” So I sent an e-mail to the police in Switzerland, asking if I could report the whole thing to them via e-mail.
“You must submit a criminal charges at the Swedish police (with the photo of the car and the number of the car). The Swedish police must then make a request for the ascertaining for the unknown car- driver to Switzerland (Interpol). Then comes the Inquiry to the police of Canton Solothurn and we answer back to the Swedish police. Then make the Swedish police a criminal charges against the car- driver. Finally, comes the lawsuit to Switzerland on our court.”
I will now print the e-mail and walk back to the Swedish police. Why must this be so difficult?
Going through southern Germany and France is like travelling in a fairytale. Everywhere are castles and churches looking like castles. It’s easy to travel back to times in your own head to an era of princesses and great dragons and heroes… If that ever was true.
Our host went to work early this morning as we stayed sleeping on the couch. I was dreaming that I moved into a castle. As I woke up I realised couch surfing is like a fairytale. While others spend tens of euro on accommodation we just go home to someone, have a nice meal together and sleep.
We will take some time checking out the town Flensburg today before we start hitchhiking to Nyborg.
Random people were standing at the parking with their suitcases, we with our backpacks, waiting for someone to pick them up and drive them to where ever they’re going. A woman was on her way to Berlin, we to Hamburg. Another guy waited for the same car as us: a name found on the internet with a phone number and a short note saying “25 euro, to Hamburg at 8:00”. At eight the driver still hadn’t showed up and we were six people waiting for him. Yes, six. There must be something weird with this guy we said, and as a big blue van drove into the parking we were a bit sceptical. This was not a man who wanted to share his car, this was a man who wanted to make a profit as a cheap taxi.
We screwed the moral and went with him anyway. It was still a tenth of the price of the train, and the knowing that we would get to Flensburg the same day with ease was too appealing.
In Germany this car-sharing is pretty big and a common way of transport. I know some who try in Sweden but it never gets really big.
We shared a car from Bonn to Hamburg today, and another one from Hamburg to Flensburg.Suddenly we are so close to home, and while Emma can’t really wait to be back I am already thinking of moving to France for a while. From the first of October I don’t have anywhere to live anyway.
Now we’re about to have dinner with our host in Flensburg, and tomorrow we have a host in the Danish city Nyborg waiting for us. After that, we are going home. And to the police to report the man from Swiss the other day.
We just arrived in Bonn, an within an hour I will meet my long missed South African friend Katherine again. We haven’t seen each other for eight years, but used to study together at Parktown in Johannesburg.
We got here through car-sharing, for 20 euros each Michel brought us all the way from Freiburg. With us in the car was Wolfgang – a man in his fifties with dirty shorts, a big open shirt and bare feet. He had brought his homemade tea from herbs he picked himself and it was one of the best cups of tea I’ve had. Inspiring man that we had not met if it was not for car-sharing.
Michel is an artist and make his own music. When asked what kind he replied “strange music.” He’s working on an album that he wants to release digitally this year. I think I’ve changed my mind about this sharing cars, you Do meet interesting and exciting people that way, somehow I thought you had to hitchhike to reach the excentric ones. But no. We might just car-share tomorrow as well, we have a very long distance to move. Bonn to Flensburg. Wish us luck! The next day might just be home sweet home. If I ever find one.
We walked up to an older couple and asked for a ride away from the tiny parking place where we had landed. They gave us a ride a few kilometres, to a petrol station outside Basel where we walked up to another couple and asked if they were going to Germany.
They brought us all the way to Freiburg, and although we’re still a bit shaken we are having a nice cup of tea at a nice café waiting for tonights cs-host. Finally, life is great again.
I’m living ahead of my time, I will have another week of work before I head to Milano to meet Emma. But our preparations has started. Emma has bought a new backpack to get a good feeling for it before our trip in Africa starting in January. We have made a plan for where and when to hitch-hike on our way back home from Chamonix, this is what it looks like (though it might change as we get there):
Sunday (19th august): flight Copenhagen – Milano then hitch-hike Milano – Chamonix
Saturday (25th of august): Chamonix – Lausanne.
Sunday: Lausanne – Luzern – Zurich (lunch and afternoon in Luzern)
Tuesday: Zurich – Freiburg
Wednesday: Freiburg – Bonn (dinner with my long missed Southafrican friend before she smuggle us into her room)
Friday: Bonn – Flensburg (it’s gonna be a long day…)
Saturday: Flensburg – Copenhagen (almost home!!!)
Sunday: home sweet home, and the travel abstinence will have a new beginning.
A lot of things were said during the past days, we were talking almost constantly. Here are five of my favourite quotes:
“She has interviewed us all the time, sticking the microphone up our faces. Even when we stand on the street buying *****, she comes up with her microphone. The guy asked if we were policemen dammit!” said about me recording our whole trip.
“I have lost my swedish now hey, I can’t speak swedish anymore with all these other languages.” said in Germany, we speak both swedish and english since Jiaxin doesn’t understand so much swedish and with all german, dutch and french it got too much for Umud.
“Listen to them, he speaks swenglish and she chinglish, how do they understand each other?” said about Umud and Jiaxin while talking to each other, both using words from their own languages (Umud swedish, Jiaxin chinese) while speaking english.
“How can you live there? Du you understand what they say? Or do you speak english?” talking of me choosing to live in Skåne, a swedish province with a very distinct dialect that stands out a lot from the rest of the swedish dialects.
“I don’t get my brother hey, he refuses to lend me one of his shoes. I only had one shoe, had to stand only on my one leg dammit.” said at a halting-place in Germany after Farid came back from the toilets with only one shoe.
Unfortunately a big piece of the fun is removed when the sentences are ripped out and the whole scene isn’t displayed. But these are some of the topics of our road trip.