All I needed for feeling like in heaven.
Hitching a car there wasn’t too quick. The driver was funny. Quite young guy who started talking with me in Russian language. While talking he used few times „parasite words” common by Estonians like „noh” [meaning: „well”]. And when I asked him if he speaks Estonian, he started using Estonian. Laughed and told he thought I was Latvian because I had sign „Riga” (in Estonian it is „Riia”).
Next hitched van... four Lithuanian workers sat in and 3 drank beer. Air in van was thick from cigarette smoke and that was hard. They aheaded to Bauska. But I didn’t get so far with them. Because before Riga was road under construction and we stopped after Lithuanian truck. They talked with truck driver and told me I get to Lietuvaa with him. So I jumped quickly to truck. But... truck aheaded to Šiauliai. And took another road on roundabout Riga. And there I started hitching again. Instead of getting to Bauska : )
When I finally got to Kaunas, truck driver dropped me on bridge next to Mega shopping centre. Weather was nice and I decided to walk to Old Town. Too long walk : )
In Kaunas I went straight to familiar Internet Cafe. Finding a host wasn’t that easy as I expected but it wasn’t too hard because of Kinderis Camp I took part in spring.
In Kaunas Old Town was a girls’ Bachelor Party going around. Beautiful girls in doctor costumes. They told me they are fund raising for a friend to have some medical treatment because she wants to get married. I gave them a little money. Then I was allowed to take a candy (candies were tied all over bride’s body) but with mouth : )
After calling my host I was pretty confused which way to go to get on right bus. And I asked an old man who was searching bottles from trash bins and walking slowly. Guy pointed a direction and walked a little with me. As I was in happy mood I gave him a chocolate from Estonia (meant for one of my hosts as a gift) and then the guy told „I show you exactly where it is” and went along the streets so quickly it was hard fore me to follow :-D
I found my host’s – Regita’s – place pretty easily. We had a cup of tea and chatted a little. Nice small apartment.
Going from Kaunas with Lithuanian girl was special because it was nice to be with somebody who is happy in her country. Told me about working in Ireland a little...
And then the truck driver who took me to Warszawa... bought me a coffee, shared some food with be he bought from gas station shop and in Warszawa even called my host and took me the best place to meet my host. And again I gave away a chocolate meant for my host :-D
Soon I met my host – Rafał. At his place I got whole room to spend night in. Because his other guests didn’t show up. And I met his room mate. Then I had two choices what to do in the evening – going out from the city to party with host’s room mate or go to cinema watch Beat Generation short films with my host. I chose the last one. And met his girlfriend.
Going to Polish movie theater was nice experience but I didn’t like the films that much – too difficult art, I guess : )
Then a small beer drinking was in our plans. And to get a special beer which is sold only in one shop in Warszawa we went by metro. And back to my host’s place by tram. The beer tasted light by taste but actually was quite strong. I liked it.
One of the most interesting part of my trip was explaining structure of Estonian language.
One of the most beautiful things in Poland, in my opinion - the cemeteries.
Next morning my brain didn’t work so well for some reason and I missed the right time to take a photo of my hosts and his girlfriend. I had a plan to photograph more people than nature.
Next hitch on the border of Warszawa wasn’t too hard. Old couple was on their way to Hannover. I think by the evening I could have reached my 4th host’s home town but I didn’t want to hurry and wanted to visit Frankfurt/Oder also. And there they took me. But before they offered me strawberries and we had dinner in a restaurant. I told I have zloty ’s but they wanted to buy. Delicious food and beer : ) They said it was old Polish tradition.
In Frankfurt/Oder was quite hard to find a person who speaks English or wants to talk at all. I needed a place to buy a tax phone card. Nobody knew...
But I managed to make a phone call and my hostess – Inga – was so kind to meet me in center of town. Also I met her room mate. They both were so caring : ) almost all evening I talked about politics in Estonia and relations with Federation of Russia and Russian people in Estonia. And again I talked too much. Although they had a lot of homework to do for college they agreed to have a beer with me outside.
My hostesses and the parents in Frankfurt(Oder)
In the morning we had delicious breakfast together with a girl’s parents and they offered me a ride to Berlin roundabout TIR parking.
There one guy offered me a ride but unfortunately he was going opposite side : )
But hitching a car wasn’t too hard there. Soon a man stopped his car and took me few kilometers forward, drove down from motorway and stopped on smaller road to Brandenburg. I guess I didn’t explain too well that I need a gas station for hitch-hiking... there I stood few hours and cars didn’t have comfortable place for stopping. So I decided to hitch-hike to Brandenburg and then back onto motorway. Maybe after half an hour one car stopped. Turkish driver and another man. They didn’t speak or understand English and they eyes were about to pop out when I asked if they spoke Russian :-D They asked where I want to go in Brandenburg – to road or train station. I tried to explain why to Brandenburg. They understood me after I showed my poster „Brandenburg” and then to „Minden”. When I told before they couldn’t believe I wanted to Minden.
Turkish guy was amazed because they were going to Minden also but before take rental car from Brandenburg. They offered me strawberries and when we left other guy Turkish guy took me to a fast food place. To have kebab. There was already his friend working. He asked „which kebab do you want?” I told I want the best (I had enough EUR ’s). Guy pointed to one stack of meat and said „moo-moo – good” and another stack „bwaak-bwaak – bad”. So I chose cow. That was a lunch that stuffed me : ) and I didn’t have to pay for that.
Turkish guy took me to Minden car rental and called my host. Really amazing luck this day. And I had something in my bag for such a hospitable guy – 200ml of Estonian liqueur Vana Tallinn.
My host – Sebastian – arrived quickly. Minden looks such nice quiet town. I met his father, girlfriend and granny. All good people. And very cozy room for me.
In Minden we had a small bicycling tour and I saw river lock for shipping where artificial channel joins river. Small tour in Old Town and me, my host and his girlfriend had beer in a pub.
My host Sebastian and beautiful garden of his granny.
Next morning we had a breakfast and Sebastian took me to next town Herford – big TIR parking place which was quite far.
I didn’t wait too long when a man picked me up and took to Wesel. I agreed because it was in right direction. Also a chance to see something else than only motorways.
In Wesel a very happy and laughing guy took me to Venlo TIR parking place. He went further than he needed to go. Because of me. Then gave me water and several packs of candies.
In that parking place I met a couple of Slovakian hitch-hikers. They were on their way to UK – to work. Also I met an Estonian truck driver and chatted with him quite a lot (which isn’t that common – usually they are not too talkative) ; ) He was going to UK also but next morning. I just didn’t want to finish my day there – it was still quite early and I wanted to visit Antwerpen. So the driver sometimes pointed to truck that were about to leave „you should ask him”. And when a car stopped in front of us and I went asking I got on a ride with Frenchman – to Antwerpen.
In the border of Antwerpen was a girl waiting in her car. I chatted with her and her car was broken down. I asked if I can use her mobile for a minute – to call my host 40km away from Antwerpen (the girl wanted to go exact place I was planning). But my host couldn’t take me and I left to city center. With help of a guy I found Internet Cafe, found a contact in Antwerpen from HC and called (very comfortable – internet and phones in one business. And cafe next door).
And I was lucky. A girl - Gwen - agreed to host me. Although she already had two guests. I walked through Antwerpen and asked directions from people sometimes. I had never seen such multicultural city. And I didn’t like it. Sorry...
But all citizens I talked with were nice and helpful. City is beautiful but I had never seen such amounts of trash on the streets than there. Later I heard it is not so safe wandering about in streets of Antwerpen...
Polish travelers / hitch-hikers I shared hostess in Antwerpen.
But finally I managed to reach my hostess’ house and it was 11 P.M. already. And all nice people there : ) There I found out what beer culture is. I didn’t know about Belgian beer before. But my hostess was specialist. Different glasses, temperatures, foams etc. I enjoyed the beer like wine. Her other guests were from Poland. For me it was funny that those Polish were afraid to hitch-hike in Poland but not elsewhere. I told that Poland, according to my opinion, was the best country for hitch-hiking. Also Polish drivers are the best and most hospitable.
Hitch-hiking from Antwerpen towards Gent was pretty hard. I waited a long time on small roundabout in Antwerpen. Then a biker suggested to try on road that enters the motorway. And there I waited a long time. Finally a truck stopped. The driver said if he had chemicals on freight he wouldn’t have stopped. So I was lucky. And the driver went further on motorway because he wanted to drop me off at gas station.
There I talked to a Turkish truck driver who agreed to take me after 30 minute pause. After 30 minutes he told that it would better to go with someone else because he will wait in non-EU line on border.
Then I waited in front of some trucks eating. And couple of guys waved. I went to their truck and chatted a little. They pointed a couple of trucks about to leave to ask them. And I found a Lithuanian guy who promised to take me to Calais’ after 20 minutes. So I sat there. The same guys in other truck called me again. I went and they asked how it’s going. And offered me a Slovenian pate and bread.
And I got to Calais’ TIR park. There all leaving drivers told or showed they are not going to UK. That was weird but I found out later why – because of English colonial Empire and a very old law like „who from ex-colonial country succeeds to step on the ground on island of Great Britain gets money and guarantees etc”. So around there is large number of refugees from Africa etc. Also high crime level. Burglaries from lorries etc.
Factory and bottle of alcohol near Port of Calais, France.
One driver even told that he took fuel somewhere in Antwerpen and stopped in restricted area in port. Then another driver pointed that under his trailer between wheels was a guy on wooden board and fixed with leather bands trying to get to UK. They also hide between load and so on. There were large fines for drivers who took over a refugee. Didn’t matter it wasn’t their fault.
After walking there few hours one Polish driver invited to have coffee with him in cabin. Among other things he told I really shouldn’t sleep around in that TIR park – too many criminals around... The port was only 2km further, he told.
So I decided to see maybe I can talk with drivers waiting to get onto ship in the port. I walked there. I had to walk in the bushes of course. And I saw three guys laying in the bushes. Not too encouraging. A lot further by the road I saw a light vodka drink [http://www.barbox.com/Images/barBUCK$/Beverage%20Brands/WKD%20Original%20Vodka%20Blue%20275ml.jpg] in grass. „Best before” date wasn’t over so I put it in my bag. I tried it next day and it was good) : ) Little further was a hot dog in folio. I didn’t touch it :-D
In the port was no access to stopping trucks only a motorway and then a restricted area. Then I went towards Calais town trying to hitch from there. Not too many cars. And near town border were big TIR parks but no luck for me. It was quite dark already when a Turkish truck driver asked if I smoke hashish :-D Of course not...
I walked a little more and a police car stopped near me. They asked what I’m doing there. I said „I’m going to UK” and they left.
I went a little into woods and laid down my sleeping mattress. When I was already in my sleeping bag a couple of guys walked by me a few meters far. Before I saw nobody walking there. And they were talking. Probably drivers. Fortunately they didn’t spot me.
In the morning I went back to the TIR park 2km away. It was easy to get east from there. Soon a Spanish guy picked me up. I tried to explain a gas station in Dunkerque would be good for me. But he drove on motorway near Dunkerque and stopped. I got out. Really bad place. I walked in bushes again quite a distance. Finally there was a small parking place and a Belgian truck driver took me to Diksmuide junction. Not so good place again. It wasn’t smart to hitch-hike to UK from there because roads to motorway came from small towns. So I hitch-hiked further east.
Short waiting and a couple guys from Holland took me on their car and to next gas station. Finally a good place...
There I was talking to a English truck driver for a while. He would have taken me but hir company rules forbid to take hitch-hikers.
Then a Pakistani (he kept repeating he is Pakistani man) man just stopped and asked „where you want to go?”. He asked few more questions which sounded rude but later I realized that it’s just his voice...
He told that he never takes on hitch-hikers, especially men. But I just look sad (but I wasn’t, I had nice chat with the other driver). We got to port and he told we use one of the most expensive ways to travel onto island – the train under Straight of Dover.
Before getting on train there is hard security control – heat lamps and guys asking stupid questions etc.
Then we drove on train in car. People are allowed to stay in cars. But truck drivers are not allowed. Taking pictures is not allowed, but the guy still took one.
Train goes 30 minutes and is not very interesting. You see nothing and everyone is sleeping.
In UK he took me to services south from London on road M25. There I tried few hours to hitch a car to get to Luton where my next hostess lived. Impossible... As I should have been there last evening already I changed my plans and wrote a sign „Carlisle”. Soon I got lucky – a Lithuanian driver. Of course I didn’t get to Carlisle by the evening – only 150km before Birmingham. Instead I had Estonian jar soup for supper. The driver cooked it. And nice sleep in cabin of the truck.
Lithuanian truck driver who was also my host in England.
Next morning we went to Birmingham. Not best place for hitching – city border.
I walked around a little and tried to hitch a car in front of private house. I didn’t wait too long and one driver took me 10km forward to big service station. I walked around there and saw bunch of girls having a „hen party”. So I decided to give them Estonian liqueur to taste and „for luck”. Some taste it with a tip of their tongue and made a grimace like dying... Funny because it’s much more mild than whiskey or cognac (also 40° though). Haven’t they tasted these before? : )
Then a car stopped without hitching an offered me a ride to gas station further north. He did, but the gas station was really small. After few hours watching drivers waving „going south” and even tried to hitch-hike on road that takes to motorway (police came and told me to go off the motorway) I tried to hitch-hike to south again to bigger station. Still no luck for long time.
Then I went to bus stop on the road and in couple minutes stopped a jeep that took me to Penrith. Again the driver didn’t understand I’d like to stop in service station. But the ride was fast – pretty old jeep but 100MPH.
Penrith in Scotland. Rabbits everywere but looks like I couldn't shoot any of them with my camera.
In Penrith I was stuck on junction again. I walked around there and nice thing there was rabbits everywhere – on grass and bushes. But when I stepped in market area (no selling there – it was pretty late) I saw a poster, written in Estonian language „Nael Kummi” (meaning: good luck [word-for-word translation: nail into your tires]).
Then I saw a girl and asked who’s is this. She didn’t know... but we talked some more and she offered me a ride to Carlisle, mentioned that Carlisle is not a place worth seeing that much.
When we got to Carlisle I called my host with her phone (I should have got there one day before) my hostess told that she already has guests and they wouldn’t like anybody else.
So I asked the girl helping me if she can take me to the big service station by road back to Penrith... she said „yes”.
I didn’t try to hitch a car that late in the evening. Just went to bushes and went to sleep. Then I heard someone susurrating in the bushes. I waited a little and it was quiet again. It was nice sunrise there and then I saw animal holes. Probably rabbits of foxes. When I asked a driver later he told there should be no dangerous animals and the foxes don’t have rabies (disease) there. And I found a tick on my leg. I took it out with my knife and little piece of skin : ) I asked later from a Scottish biologist (in insect diseases) about it – do lot of ticks carry disease called „tick-borne viral encephalitis” and he said no. But I’m still glad I had vaccine shots.
In the morning I saw an hitch-hiker trying to get to north also. We talked a little and then I stayed away (nobody wants to give a ride two guys). He got on a car. Then I tried and quickly a truck stopped. When I told couple of guys I saw I have a couple of days till my hostess arrives and I plan to see Loch Ness they were like “Pfff… you should rather see Loch Lomond”.
Few times I had a chance to explain what does "loch" mean in Russian language if it's written as "лох" ; )
When I got to Glasgow services station I saw that hitch-hiker again. We talked much and few hours we tried to hitch a car aheading north. Then he told me he’s going to see Loch Lomond and then to Glencoe village to a pub. I thought it’s a good plan and wrote myself a sign. After lot of time a car stopped and invited me in. He took me to Lake Lomond. And it was beautiful weather and view. When I was already on roads in Low Lands area I thought these mountains are high. But there were High Lands. Beautiful. But impossible wo walk on shores of lake. Because of fences.
I decided not to hitch from there – walk a little before. And I walked about 9 kilometers.
People are very nice – smiling, talkative and saying „hello” even to total strangers.
There I tried to hitch a car again. Even the small roads have bad design – no place to stop for a car. Only small places every one-two miles. I found this place and waited maybe half hour. I talked about my trip and the reason for traveling. So he said Glecoe is the place where he is going also. I told I have a plan to meet a guy there and give Scotsmen to taste a little Estonian liqueur. Because they are famous for whiskey but our is better ; )
He asked if I was in hurry. I said „no” and he took me to a bar to have Scottish beer. I had never heard that Scottish have beer. It tasted good and was pretty light – 3,8% alcohol.
We drove again. This point I had to mention that Polish drivers are quite legendary everywhere but Scotsmen are worse (with humor). Because the road was narrow, curvy and he drove quite fast. He was driving very well, of course. But had one beer also.
When we got to Glencoe, he asked if I wanted to go to the pub or climb a mountain with him...
I thought probably the other guy didn’t manage to get to Glencoe and I can go to pub even in Tallinn... so I chose mountain climbing :-D (before I just asked him if there are paths to go up on mountains).
The mountain he chose was Buachaille Etive Mòr (Great Shepherd of Etive) and it’s sharpest edge Crowberry straight. I had no special equipment but the guy said it’s going to be just a walk. Nothing scary. And he told that I have good boots (Estonian army boots). I had to remove my military camouflage trousers of half way up and climb having underpants on because my trousers hold me back from raising a knee.
Doctor Scotsman. Took me on his car and up to the mountain (Buachaille Etive Mor). Thanks for wonderful experience!
Beginning was the hardest I guess. Wet soil and small bushes. 2,5 hours climbing and we were up. Nice view and incredibly high. We walked around there on mountains. That night I found out that my sleeping bag isn’t warm if it’s windy. Next morning early we went down. Actually before that we went little higher again. Coming down was interesting. The guy was just running all the time. And we arrived on flat road one hour and 10 minutes after. Seems I didn’t slow him down much.
Later I compared our bags and mine was a little heavier. Incredible was that walking to car on flat good road was pretty hard because it seemed so far. I didn’t understand we walked that much up there…
Then the guy took me to Crianlarich town and I started hitch-hiking towards Glasgow airport to get on a cheap flight back home. To Tallinn...
I got there fast. EasyJet plain ticket was £~200 and flight through Stansted... next day.
So I decided I don't want to pay that much for one way ticket although flying over Scotland would be beautiful.
I thought that if airport is so far from Glasgow then there should be a service station where I can hitch a car or just some place to stop. I started walking out from airport area following the signs. But there was no such place. Motorway started and I decided to walk a little more. To find a gas station. And some road service van stopped. A man warned me from the police and suggested to go back. I did and found a little town near - Paisley. I walked around a little and decided to try there in bus stop. Interesting place because first time in my life I saw in about 20 minutes 3 cars passing by and guys in there were shouting something or showing some fingers ; )
Then I got picked up by a woman. Only because she saw me before in Crianlarich. She had traveled like this a lot also when she was younger. But Paisley is such a horrible place that normally she would not pick up anyone from there.
She took me to centre of Glasgow. It looked really nice. But she warned me seriously that I should ask for help or directions only from women etc. I know some districts are pretty bad in Tallinn but I wouldn't warn people like this.
On George Square in centre of the city was a Tourist Information place. Everybody there were happy and I got warm welcome. But when I asked about places for hitching a car they printed a Google Map and it said “Gas Stations”. So I went there... about two hundred meters walk. But it was area only for pedestrians... so I went back. And they gave another Google Map for a gas station and showed a road which goes to motorway. The gas station was one-car-automatic-station in the between big buildings. Useless! So I went to see the road which enters the motorway. But not so many cars went there and it wasn't suitable for me. So I decided to walk to right direction and hope there's going to be a place for me... and I walked along with motorway M8 to east. The hardest thing was... there wasn't suitable track for walking. Only roads to houses up and down. Sometimes in rose bushes : ) and bridges over motorway. One time I made a large circle around houses.
There I saw a job one man was doing and I felt really sorry for him - he was driving an ice-cream van and this awful melody playing from the van calling kids... it was in this pretty bad district and he started in the evening so it felt like in one of GTA computer games where you had to distribute drugs from ice-ceam van : )
After a long time walking I found a suitable place in East End. At this point there were graffitis everywhere, mostly on pavement – probably gang leader names. And windows of some houses were covered with plates. In this place I tried to catch a car for long time. It was getting darker and I thought I call the guy I was climbing because he gave his number if I get stuck in Glasgow. Unfortunately he didn't understand where was I and my calling time ended. It was already in junction of Cumbernauld and Gartloch road. So as this suburb didn't look that hospitable, I didn't have more coins for calling and I didn't want to spend time to find a currency exchange I decided to walk away from this district nobody wants to stop. And I walked. It was night already when I saw a brushwood and I thought nobody will find me accidentally there during the night.
As I took my sleeping bag out from my bag I heard noises behind fence. I didn't know what it was. I tried to talk with that thing but no answer. So probably some animal. But I didn't want to stay there any more. I started walking again but now next to motorway little further on grass. There I scared a fox almost to death : ) But police wouldn't like anybody walking there neither. I reached Fort Glasgow, looked around and decided to sleep in bushes there. As it was so far from the city.
In the morning I waited in smaller gas station couple of hours when a Scotsman picked me up. He told that also Fort Glasgow is not good for hitch-hiking because it's bad district. So... mostly in Glasgow there is bad district... now I look a little different when in rap songs, for example, they are complaining about bad life in ghettos. Glasgow, beautiful capital of Scotland, and they have FUCKED IT UP and turned into a ghetto with trash everywhere on streets, telephone booths destroyed, (ugly) graffity and nobody wants to stop there... BURN IN HELL, bastards!
Alright... probably UK deserves it's immigrants because of centuries lasted robbing and stealing from colonial countries. But just destroying... awful picture.
But I got away from there safely. The driver told me that you can hear Gaelic language only in far north and on some islands. That's a pity. It is a dying language.
But I wondered how many times people told me I speak English very well. One even said that better than some English guys nowadays : )
UK nowadays (as few as I saw it) reminds me United States of America (I haven't been there yet) and the movie called Idiocracy. There are signs everywhere. OK, I understand that on motorways are traffic signs with lights so drivers can see them even at night and on high speeds. But one large blinking sign was “Don't drink and drive”. And lots of signs. Just to keep people not thinking and overloaded with useless information.
Well... I liked one commercial in a gas station. "We encourage our staff to spend all day chewing the cud" [advertisement by The Free-Range Butter Co.].
An awful picture was in one service station where in kids playing garden, was big screen TV-set and kids watching stupid cartoons from one-meter-distance...
Waiting in services station got a lot better in Birmingham. A lot of drivers asked me where was I going. One thing amazed me... that nobody knows about English beer. And in gas stations (even in shops there) they don't sell beer. But I decided to have lunch in fast food place before I leave UK. It was bad food...
Kids playground in that service station was... different... namely there was a coloured garden and inside was a big screen TV. Kids were watching it nose almost against screen. Stupid eastern cartoons...
And there I saw another hitch-hiker. On his way to London. Young guy, bald, wearing track suit. And tried to sell me his watch. Probably he tried also to sell it to driver because soon a police came. But they had a little chat only and the guy stayed there.
There I found out that on my map there distances mostly in kilometers but in Great Britain are miles. Confusing.
From Birmingham I got to Calais in one truck. This time over the straight in a ferry. It was better than train. You could have free tea or coffee there. I had a chat with Estonian driver. But before getting on ferry... the driver I came from Birmingham told me to walk around a little maybe I find someone who leaves Calais right after we get there. Because he needs a rest then. I walked around a couple of minutes when I saw trucks going on ferry already. I ran to the truck and got onboard : )
This night I didn't sleep and next evening I was in Poland, near border and Frankfurt/Oder. Also this night I didn't sleep. There was a gas station and I had a nice supper over several days : )
But all night no trucks wanted to stop for me. And finally I had an opportunity to have a chat with Polish police :-D I was walking around in TIR park. They stopped and asked my ID-card, wrote down something and asked my father's name (I doubdt if the spelled it correctly). All talk was polite and practical.
In the morning one truck stopped and a Bulgarian was driving. He took me few kilometers to a bad place for hitch-hiking. I stood there a couple of hours and no luck. I decided to walk a little. Having a doubt if it's a good idea because there might be several kilometers just narrow road. But I was lucky. After two kilometers I found a resting place with toilet and internet point. Over several day I had a chance to read my mail.
Very soon I got on a truck. Truck driver advised me to go to Biała Podlaska with him, over Warszawa, because it's a transit road and good place. But it wasn't like that.
By the evening I reached Suwałki. But before one catholic priest gave me a ride. His voice sounded like he was upset because of me. And asking questions like “how many catholics are in Estonia?”, “are you protestant?”. I didn't know should I be one : ) I didn't want him to throw me out from his car : ) The best question was “you are 24 years old and you don't know how to live?”. But I was diplomatic and told the truth that I think about these subjects some time but I haven't decided yet...
In Suwałki Swiss Bar I had really delicious supper. Unbelievable. And not that expensive. Good looking food and place also.
In this TIR parking field a Polish driver offered he can take me but in the morning. But there is large TIR port two kilometers north. I decided to move. It wasn't so smart because if there is two traffic lanes marked of asphalt, Polish truck drivers like to drive four trucks side-by-side : ) So it's dangerous.
In TIR port I had no good opportunity for hitching. So I went to sleep. At last...
This night I found out that my sleeping bad is good even if it's raining. But only for one night. I wouldn't like to use it next night again.
Early in the morning I felt like walking and I hoped that there's going to be another gas station soon. But it was a mistake. I walked many kilometers before I found a place where trucks stop. There I was an Estonian driver and I got 24km north from Riga in Estonian trucks.
There after an hour waving my poster “Tallinn” one Estonian guy in nice car stopped and brought me almost in front of my dormitory. It was 11 P.M. on 15th of June 2007.
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