Not really hitch-hiking, day four, Hamburg

After eating porridge for breakfast, me and Johanna went out shopping some food.
I had been looking at hitch-hiking possibilities the night before, and according to hitchwiki, Köln is really hard to hitch-hike from. I decided to take another sort of transport, in this case carpooling, so that I could stay with Johanna longer.
I found a car that would go from Köln at three, to Hamburg, for 23 euros. I booked it, so now I had plenty of time.
For lunch, we made American pancakes. It tasted really awesome!


I took the train to Lövenich as I would meet up with the guy there. We found each other, and after she dropped off a girl on the way, we went on the autobahn all the way to Hamburg, where he dropped me of at a service station. It was already a bit late, but I decided to try.
I even found a Swedish guy, who were going to Sweden, and he started talking about his hitch-hiking experiences, but after that, said no. Other than that, no luck.
I befriended the girl working at the service station. She was from Kosovo, and really nice. She stopped working at ten, and said that if I was still here at midnight, I could maybe sleep at the floor of her hotel room!

I continued my search, and a Turkish driver, talking in a cell phone, waved at me. After five minutes, he was done, and started treating some sort of fried meet with bread and tomatoes, and Ouzu. He was not going to Sweden, though.
He “asked” (we couldn’t really talk, so signs and body language) if I had a place to sleep, and offered me a place in the truck. As there are two beds, that sounded awesome! I went to the toilet, and came back. What I saw, I was not prepared of. He stood there, t-shirt only, Donald Duck style. The upper bed was not folded down. I pointed at the upper bed, and said “I sleep there?” He said no, pointing down. I pointed down on the chair, and asked again, “I sleep here?”, and he pointed across his whole bed, making a finger to finger side-by-side sign. I said “No, thank you” and left.
On my way back to the service station, I met two Polish hitch-hikers who were going home as they had school tomorrow. I talked with them for a while, they had been up to Amsterdam by hitch-hiking. They also offered me to share tent with them if none of us found a hitch from here tonight.

As I saw one of the persons throwing away the sandwiches from today, I asked if it was possible to give them to me. That was against the rules, but she could throw them in another plastic bag, hint hint, so I could go out and retrieve them later. There were about 15 of them, and after eating some and giving some to the Polish guys, I still had many left.
No lift appeared, so I slept in their tent in the end. It was cold as hell, but better than outside!
I wished I waited another half an hour, just to see if I could have slept inside or not, but I will never know!