a combination of wiki hitch and open minded germans makes getting rides so easy it almost takes the fun out of it. i had time to kill and no real destination in mind so i picked a few citys on the route to amsterdam. in germany, the first two letters of every license plate gives away its owners origin. perfect for spotting a potential lift. within ten minutes, the HH sign i was recommended to make by wiki had me on my way to hamburg. two hours filled with dream theatre later i had made it. my driver dropped me off on the other side of town so i decided walking would be best for sight seeing and a little needed excersize. along the way i took a break at a community skate park. amongst other kids a group of 15 yr old punks were tearing up the place. they were flipping boards off stairs, grinding on rails, even catching huge air on the vertical ramp. damn fearless youngsters! truely amazing to watch. i continued by subway, last station on the route "altona", switching trains with a watchful eye for badges. i emerged and found the building to kits flat. he welcomed me in, shoes outside please. but of course, i just hope my feet dont stink up the place. i sat next to him in the living room and we chatted a bit. "how about we go to dinner!" he offered, "ah, i'd love to but im not on that kind of budget" i replied. "no problem, my treat". i tried to politely refuse but he insisted "its my favorite". we walked to a nearby restaurant and continued the conversation. the next day while he was out at work i caught up on skyping family members and practiced my soup making. when he returned he happily gave me a tour of the reaperbahn, hamburgs red light district. we hit the 99 cent bar for a quick pregame and saw more of the town. our next spot was the sofa bar, exactly what you would think, a bar filled only with couches.
we talked until he noticed a couple of girls and went in for the kill. i thought this poor guy is going to get rejected but instead i was invited to join them. we chatted with the two tourists from switzerland exchanged information and called it a night. my host was pretty short but he had a confidence with women not found in most guys. he confessed he had read neil strauss' "the game" as did i, so we shared a few pickup techniques before hitting the sac. once again he went to work early in the morning and i went with the girls to wander around town for a while. did you know hamburg has a beach? you wouldnt think there would be such a thing in the center of germany but there is.
when kit got home we hit the clubs again and he managed the girls to come over. some more drinks at a cool alternative bar and we kissed the girls good bye. mmm swiss girls are friendly ;) the next day i had to keep moving so i packed lunch and set sail to koln. at least i thought thats where i was headed. i sent couch requests to koln but the one i sent to dusseldorf was the one that accepted me. i hitched rides all day mostly from engineer to engineer, however a dutch trucker driver also waived me into his semi. he was in his early thirties long blonde hair hip guy from amsterdam. he went out of his way to show me 'how i met your mother' on his laptop. finally i arrived at the beautiful church downtown koln and decided to walk alone to kolnerland strasse. i cant find this fucking address! i gave up and phoned emmerich "hey im here in koln but i cant find you"."what?! i live in dusseldorf man, come to dusseldorf" he replied. "alright alright, ill be there as soon as i can" my sense of direction failed me again. frustrated, i actually paid to board a train to my hosts' flat. the tram ride was free and i asked a girl if she could help me find the street. "sorry, i'm not from here" she said. "danke shone" i replied but found it immediately after. around midnight emmerich buzzed me in and i got to meet him in person. "hey man, did you get a little lost haha" he teased. "yea sorry im late, im bad with directions". on his profile had a picture of him with a goofy face and it said he was a balle dancer. this guy is hilarious! the next day i found out he was really a balle dancer. next to his computer there was a binder filled with newspaper clippings of the great shows he was starring in. legit. he didnt have a couch, but it was no problem, the floor is fine as long as its indoors. i got some rest for wandering this new city. dusseldorf didnt have much to see, mostly industry and shopping centers, so i cut the touring short. on the way back to his place i stopped at a market and bought some more groceries. the stove was on food was on, cooking when i remember i was missing garlic. quickly i rushed to the computer for some help with translation. the neighbor answered the door after knocking "hast du ein knoblouch bitte?".
even though i saved the day with quick thinking, my soup making skills were getting worse. emmerich eventually came home with his girlfreind and we were off on our way to a german house party. there was beer, liquor and pot going around and out of courtesy most conversations were in engilsh. i remeber sitting in a foggy room talking under loud rock music. this one girl i sat next to and few forgettable others each had enough body jewelry on their face to pierce a small family at least twice. she noticed my lip ring was missing and offered one of hers. sure thanks. the party was going good. over the course of the night alcohol boiled my brain and the pot baked it. the late night train ride back to dUsZLl3drFF was said to be 30 min but in my condition i also counted in the minutes it took to get there and minutes waiting. it took forever, but we made it back and i settled in my spot on the floor. the next morning meant it was time to go. jorge arrived last minute joining me onward to amsterdam. miguel was finally found, he sent a message through facebook telling me he made it to copenhagen. the girl he was going to see bailed on him so he was turning around racing me to amsterdam. "idiot. im only two hours away" i chuckled in my thoughts. but it was still too early to know the joke was on me. the weather was perfect and wiki hitch provided a great spot walking distance away. next stop amsterdam!
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