Dienstag, 12. Mai 2009
First: the Photos are up. you can see them here. They are more or less chronological. feel free to comment.
Second: Mosher: Definitely right, to ask for 30£ for petrol from an hitchhiker is a moraly gray area, even if you end up taking only 20£. But I think he knew that. I suspect it, to be one of his reasons for declining a photo. But in the end i think, "hey, that's the universe for you, not everybody can be a frood"
Plus: I could have just as well said "no", but after waiting for four hours next to the express street I was really glad, that somebody hat stoped at all. So in the end, I think we both got, more or less, what we wanted.
Third: I'v been featured on two sites
here and here. Please pay special attention, to the post tags in the second link.
If you know of any other occasions, let me know. It's good for my ego
But now to the culmination of my journey: My time at the grave of Douglas Adams.
I arrived at the gates of Highate Cementery east exactly at 4:56pm on Sunnday the 10th of May 2009.
After a short comedic intermission by the guard, who showed me, how the angel next to Douglas's grave would look like, by imitating it. I dutiful missed the grave, went back, and followed his instructions a second time. This time i was succesful. None of my blog readers would show up, which is of couse my fault, since i had you guys only two hours to react. I'm sorry for that, and intend to blame it entirely on the non existence of any kind of internet cafe, in Dover.
However I wasn't the only person visiting the grave of our beloved prohpet. First i met Mark Grant, he lives in Canada now but has his roots in the UK. He was kind enough to take a picture of me at the grave, and send me copy. As you can see, I had to protect my head with my towel, to avoid reaching any further similarities with bacon.
After Mark had left i sat for a while in the shadows opposit his grave and thought about "how this was the end of my journey, the fullfillment of my wish to hitchhike to his grave".
When suddenly a girl came down the path from the entrance and sat down at Douglas's grave. Unfortunately i dont have any pictures of her face. Because, when she came down the path, she was just a (albeit a rather beautiful) girl, and i've seen those before. But once she was at his grave, I was able to witness a moment so breathtakingly perfect, that i knew, that this was the ultimate ending of my quest. The care she expressed for Douglas and his work by her simple gestures was amazing. I won't bother to even start to describe what exactly she did, because I know, that i dondt possess the power to do justice to the outright perfectness of the moment.
I barely managed to take these pictures before she was gone.
So if by a chance of fate you are, or know this girl, please be (or make her) aware of the deep gratitude I feel, for beeing allowed to witness this moment. I truly feel, as if this was why I left home in the first place. My very own 42.
Some words at the end.
I set out to hitchike to the grave of on of the great philosophers of the 20th century. I dressed in a morning coat in the hope, that people would recognize me, for what i was. A reference to The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, and would give me a lift, because of that.
But in fact, most of the people who took me with them had never heard of The Guide, so in that sense, my quest wasn't as succesfull, as i would have liked it, to be
This means, however, that the people, who gave me a lift, did so, despite the fact, that i wore a morningcoat and PJs. And that there are people out their, who are willing to do that, is very encouraging for me, and makes me be a little less afraid of the future.
So thank you all. You, who red this blog. You, who commented and encouraged me, both here and on flickr. You, who gave me shelter. And of cause most of all, You, who gave me a lift. Thank you very very much.
Sonntag, 10. Mai 2009
German one the other hand, while having a very complex set of basic grammatik rules, is quite easy to learn at a higher level, once one has learned these rules.
While I was standing at the street, trying to get a car to stop, it happed. I was stoped by a policeman, who thought i might have fled from a nearby asylum. (I belive my grandmother will take special pleasure in this news, as she predicted the exact same thing to happen to me). After I had told him my storie and he had checked my data, he even allowed me, to take his picture. He wouln't tell me his name though, which i can totaly understand.
He took me to Calais habour, where we arived at about 22:23pm.
after i spend last night in a rather unpleasent situation, about which i will tell you everything in a later post, i'm finaly here.
Now I'l go and visit the Grave. So especialy to Marc Jones, but also to everybody else, who would like to meet there. i'll be at the grave from 4pm to 5pm today. I'll see you there.
Freitag, 8. Mai 2009
The Journey today was hell. it took me the whole day and four lifts to get here.
(on that note: not taking a map wasn't my best idea, that much's for shure)
But aside from feeling a little peckish im allright.
Standing for hours waiting for a lift wouldn't be so bad, if the wind wouln'd be so strong but that's Holland for you.
Belgium, where i'm right now, looks totaly different from Holland.
First thing i noticed were the streets, wich where in noticable worse shape in the blink of an eye. Antwerpen itself looks almsot Eastern European to me especialy the main station. (Pictures later because again no CF-Card reader).
My journey today started with an inner Amsterdam lift from an old man, who looked so grumpy, i was afraid to ask for his name. He took me to a place directly next to the highway where i stood for maybe 20minutes in a place, specially designed for hitchhikers.
From there Abdel, who owns and runs a job agency in Amsterdam, gave me a lift to a gasstation on the A2 highway. Unfortunatley i forgot to give him the adress of this blog. So if, by a strange coincidence you happen to knwo him (i will be posting a foto, as soon as i can), please tell him.
Rene von Luxemburg (whose name i cant properly type, cause i cant find the key for that thingy over the e) gave me a lift from there. He showed me, that i was hitchhiking on the wrong highway and suggested the route i'm hitching now, to me.
After he had droped me off at one of the larger gasstation it took me about 3 hours and two new signs to find my next lift.
Finaly Gerben, a webdesigner and Linux system administrator, who gave somebody a lift for the first time, took me to Breda, where i got a lift almost immediatly by a man and a woman whom i did'nt understand at all, nor did they me. they were the first people i met, who would'nt let me take their picture. but maybe they thought, i wanted to give them my kamera as payment, who knows.
Strange thought of the day: Why not arrange your library by the first letter of the first sentence? (works for all kinds of media realy)
I'm still alive and in Amsterdam, where it's apparently impossible to find a internecafe that lets you use your memory card, so no pictures today.
it took me about 1 1/2 hours and a mild sunburn to get a lift from Enschede, not to mention, that I changed my position two times. Finaly a frood called Wender van Mansfeld gave me a lift to Amsterdam. He's working as a security consultant for a big firm but, as it turns out, still roots for the thiefs in heist movies, because they do the same as he does, just in reverse.
On my arival in Amsterdam i took a bed in a Hostel. I shared a room with two guys. One, a backpacker on the search for the best weed, the other a student from canada who, on his own account, is a "experienced mushroom tripper"
more on Amsterdam later, as my internet time is coming to a rapid end.
Im now on my way south to Calais
Mittwoch, 6. Mai 2009
Grotere kaart weergeven
This is the weather on my way here: horrible!
which means, it can only get better.
and this is the hoopy, who gave me a lift
Tomorrow I'll try to hitch a lift to Amsterdam. I'm thinking of taking a ferry to NewCastle from there, but i'm not shure about that yet. Some people have asked me, how i intend to cross the Canal. The answer is, I dont know yet. I guess the most elegant way would be to hitch a lift on a car going over. But I'm not shure wether tickets are bought per car or per passenger. We'll see about that, when the time comes.
Three things i used my towel for today:
I protection against rain
III to keep my lap from comming in contact with my hot dinner while sitting in a rocking chair.
now i'm off to taste Enschede's best icecream.
Originally uploaded by semphora
thank you for all your good wishes and idears. it's realy encouraging.
this is me in my full attire. as you can see, my towel is used to withstand the forces of weather. which isa horrible. but the moment you read this i'm allready sitting in a car driving towards the neatherlands. next time you'l hear from me, it will be from somewhere along the way.
Montag, 4. Mai 2009
While asking for a contact adress, where i could crash in an emergency i was offered a lift to Enschede (NL). After short hesitation (its more or less half my tour after all) i acepted.
This means my journey wont start until wednesday but hey, if the universe decides to throw me a bone now, who am i to disagre? and i figure its going to become difficult soon enough.