The Journey Never Ends

Continued Sieb was living alone in a big apartment and he hosted me there. We went to visit Gerthorn, a beautiful water village resembling Venice and had dinner at a lake. We also went to a fishing village called Urk, where part of the 2017 blockbuster Dunkirk was filmed. It was a beautiful place with... Continue Reading →

The Truck Driver Politician

Continued Hanover: Another Boring Western Germany City My couchsurfing host in Hanover was Tatiana, a mother with a 4-month old baby. She was originally from Belarus but moved to Germany with her parents when she was a teenager. She got a stable job in a bank in Hanover after studying. Well, you see, those office... Continue Reading →

The Russian German Wife Spy

Continued My host was a family of 4 people, the parents, Ann and Johan and then two little boys. 🙂 They lived in a small town named Bissendorf, among the corn fields. Yes, there you go, corns again. 🙂 They were lovely people. They previously lived in the UK for half a year. Ann taught... Continue Reading →

Germany Is Not Sexy and They Know It

Continued The Road to Hanover After staying in Braunschweig for a few days, I started hitchhiking to Hanover. That was a sunny morning and I did sufficient research about where to stand and what to expect. I found a perfect spot near a tram stop and started hitchhiking. For two hours, people passed by, with... Continue Reading →

The Last Men Standing

Continued It Was Not Possible to Leave Riebau The next day was a lazy one. Agata and Andrzej had been claiming to be leaving 'the next day at 6 AM' everyday. On that day they were ever firmer. Agata: Yes, this time we are really really leaving! Going to start hitchhiking at 6 AM tomorrow... Continue Reading →

The Grandpa from Cold War Era

Continued The Lazy People and the Lake The sun was shinning like a big smiling face. We were all sprawling on the grass in the yard, like lazy cats. In the alternative commune where we were staying, there was a room with books of all kinds and tools to fix everything. Among them I even... Continue Reading →

The Afghan Refugees in Pakistan

Continued Hitchhiking in the Most Dangerous Part of Pakistan The German countryside air was getting from chilly to cold. Everybody went to pick up jackets and gather more firewood, Nina played the German hitchhiking song again and we sang along. Even after years, I would still remember the glowing faces of those lovely people, remember... Continue Reading →

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