hitchhiking 66%

hey so ok, well. i dont know how to start these, i guess ill describe whats going on in my head right now until i find i nice cosy tangent to take me back to when i last filled you in on whats going on. as i write this i look at haribo golden packet gummy bears, i really would like some. maybe ill buy some.
didnt work. ok ill just force it.

so im in berlin, how did i get here, letting the days go by

we were pretty excited for hitchhiking yeah cool, we wrote a list of stuff to get, like a boombox that we could paint. we got that. now im in berlin.

supposedly hitchhiking in spain is the worst ever in all of the continent, like really, so we thought we'd have trouble so we talked about all the potential amazing lift givers we'd get while walking back to where we went to sleep. on the way back we saw some italian hippie kinda dudes hanging outside a sweet scooby doo van and they were all named domenico. they asked if we wanted to go to france with them the next morning, and like the fresh crevisses waiting to be sodomised that we were, we jumped on the decision.

ran to meet them at segrada familia the next morning, smoked a joint and left barcelona. they were really slow, but pretty entertaining, they had a dog. ok. so we got about 150 km in the whole day, and thought we were in for a years to berlin, stopped at the beach along the way, and ate this awesome bean salad. they're really italian and serious about food. when we got to france they tried really hard to buy hash, the dealer got angry because his prices were bullshit and ed translated "this is fucking france not barcelona" for me. the ringleader loves meat pies. we stayed in their bright orange tent that was meant to be hidden near their vans, but it was bright orange, so we ripped some huge branches off a dead tree and camoflagued it up.


next morning we bought fruit for everyone and left to a petrol station to start thumbing people down. the second person we asked took us about 50 km, he was a really odd 20 year old french guy studying to be a fighter pilot, he didnt really have much to say, he dropped us off at a toll booth or payage or whatever. after a llittle bit and after seeing a another hithchiker defeat himself we got a lift from this van. a dude and girl who only spoke french, (turned out later she spoke sweet english). they were pretty nice, kinda raggedy but in the nice way. we sat in the huge back where my chair kept on breaking with their dog. he gave usbeers and asked if i wanted any ketamine that he had left in his frypan. i graciously declined while he went buck wild, not really. they took us to a beach and some fucked tourist beach suburb along the way where people walk around dressed up taking photos of people for money and the kebabs are called "terribles". got the hell out of there and she dropped us off at another toll booth.

shortly after getting out ed realised he lost his ipod, so that ball'd. we went to kfc and ate away our worries with french radio. decided to go for another try when we shouldn't of hitchhiked too late, i gotta make this smaller, blog post is too long. got a lift from a weird french dude who spoke perfect english and drove 170km/h and darted in between cars. he was a manager from some company and was really clingy to us.

next dude was a black guy that didnt even want to take us and spoke no english. he had an audi and felt obliged to give us a lift. i think he was a drug dealer because he made us wait while he sent like 30 texts back and forth with only numbers in them, and listened to the same french rap song over and over. cleverlyly ed and i slept at the same time in his car till he stopped at a service station and yelled at us to get out in french, then sped away. he didnt really take us where he said he would, but we went quite far with him so we didnt mind too much.

ate some food, and got a lift from another super friendly french african guy who spoke great english and was visiting family in germany. he took us ages, and drank lots of coke to stay awake. he said he'd love to hitchhike but he was scared everyone would be too scared of him to stop and let him in because hes african and muscly, that really sucks. i think its like when i found out i couldnt be an astronaut because ive had acid. we woke up in germany and got some lifts after that which were pretty small, just 50km to the next service station on the autobahn from middle aged ladies, one with kids and the other one with a spiritual teacher.

next dude that picked us was great, he was a youngy from berlin and could take us 150km outside of berlin, he had a cute van and knew heaps about berlins history, we went to the little town which turned out to be like a forgotten city that most people had left, so there were more abondoned apartment buildings than occupied ones. we slept in his tent next to a store called "2004" that wasnt open, and just looked like an old persons apartment without couches or anywhere to sit. the only description it had was the name "2004". the next morning his friend came who went to an art school around there, so she took us up to the studios and we had breakfast. the stuff being made was dope.

next lift was from a gas station there to berlin, from a dude who was in the german army for 7 years drove a tiiiiny new car, and is now a prison guard. we tried talking about everything. then we were in berlin and then 2 days passed and then its now. berlin is a place where anarchists riot over gentrification.
i think hitchhiking is quite similar to canvassing.