A roadtrip can be done in many forms and colours. Not every roadtrip is going to be a fun and joyful one, and not every one can end well. This one started without any complications, which was unusual on its own. My parents and I looking forward to six days of pure horror and stress. Our journey into the deep valeys, into the green and living, away from the flat, dead country of the north.
It was going to start great, no traffic jams, no rain and no car problems.
Ah yes, agriculture. The smell of fresh cow crap on the fields, isn't that the wish of everyone? Smelling this wonderful odor that covers the fields every year? No, thanks. After convincing dad that we didn't won't to fill our lungs with it, he decided to drive a little faster to get us out of it. His nose keeping him from smelling anything, lucky him.
While I started as the driver, wanting my own music coming out of the radio, dad, the co-driver, tried to convince me that my own music will only distract me and that the radio had much better things to offer. ... Like static. "There might be something after a few miles, just keep driving." There wasn't any music for another 30 miles and that's where we switched. Dad was forced by me and mum to drive, Hamburg moving closer and with that the evil Elb tunnel. The radio told us that there wouldn't be any traffic jams before the tunnel and we foolishly believed it. Seven km's before the tunnel entrance we got stuck.
Radio: "8km traffic jam in front of the tunnel."
Me: "...this would be a bad time to say I need a restroom right?"
Dad: "Best time ever."
Seven km's took us an hour. And every person that passed us stared at us, I swear it was as if they knew we had to go to the restroom and their stares were saying: "I got a full bottle of water here, and I'm gonna drink it in one go." Mum almost went nuts about it and started to stare back, which didn't really help, cause the more she stared the more the people stared and pointed. Did they even notice their own actions? The trucker mining a booger surely didn't, or maybe he hid some gold in there, he was from eastern Europe after all.
After the tunnel things went by pretty fast, falling asleep helps with that. The scenery changed from flat dead to bridges over water and then to greenish valley-ish forests.
Our first stop was Delmenhorst, the place looks like it hasn't changed ever since the war, it was crazy cause ... I was too scared to lift the camera. I don't know, but it might have got stolen from inside my pocket if I didn't watch out.
It was another 3-4 hours to our second destination. The best thing about German highways:
EVERYONE DRIVES ON IT.
Mum got the first shock of the day when I told her to look right. While she moved her head I told her it was a car from GB, naturally the driver sits on the right side. Mum freaked and looked away, then looked again and took a deep breather. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Awesome moment.
We were now coming home. Home, as in green country with lots of somethings. I spend two hours in awe, remembering the old times, remembering my childhood and most of all remembering, that the last time that I've been here is almost 9 years back. This place is the best.
We arrived at our friends place around 10 hours, leaving at 9.30am and arriving at 7.30pm. His house is my dream house, he has a weird cat sneaking around in his garden, airplanes flying so closer over his house and he is still the same as I knew him as a kid. =P Can't wait to see the city tomorrow.
It was going to start great, no traffic jams, no rain and no car problems.
While I started as the driver, wanting my own music coming out of the radio, dad, the co-driver, tried to convince me that my own music will only distract me and that the radio had much better things to offer. ... Like static. "There might be something after a few miles, just keep driving." There wasn't any music for another 30 miles and that's where we switched. Dad was forced by me and mum to drive, Hamburg moving closer and with that the evil Elb tunnel. The radio told us that there wouldn't be any traffic jams before the tunnel and we foolishly believed it. Seven km's before the tunnel entrance we got stuck.
Radio: "8km traffic jam in front of the tunnel."
Me: "...this would be a bad time to say I need a restroom right?"
Dad: "Best time ever."
After the tunnel things went by pretty fast, falling asleep helps with that. The scenery changed from flat dead to bridges over water and then to greenish valley-ish forests.
Our first stop was Delmenhorst, the place looks like it hasn't changed ever since the war, it was crazy cause ... I was too scared to lift the camera. I don't know, but it might have got stolen from inside my pocket if I didn't watch out.
It was another 3-4 hours to our second destination. The best thing about German highways:
EVERYONE DRIVES ON IT.
Mum got the first shock of the day when I told her to look right. While she moved her head I told her it was a car from GB, naturally the driver sits on the right side. Mum freaked and looked away, then looked again and took a deep breather. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" Awesome moment.
We arrived at our friends place around 10 hours, leaving at 9.30am and arriving at 7.30pm. His house is my dream house, he has a weird cat sneaking around in his garden, airplanes flying so closer over his house and he is still the same as I knew him as a kid. =P Can't wait to see the city tomorrow.
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