Een boel gebeurd in korte tijd

Goodmorning! This morning I decided what kind of car I want to buy in the future. That will be a Nissan. Where every shop or café didn't accept me because I used my sweater as a mouthmask, was Nissan fine with it. And I could even use their toilet. That's what I'm doing at the moment, and it was needed. I jumped out of the truck and litterally ran to the Nissandealer. What a nice night it was, deep in my sleeping bag, cap on my head, blanket over it, nice spongy pillow, perfect. In one and a half hour, Vincent is coming back to drive his truck to Strasbourg. Gael and Michael stay like three more days in Besancon so there is plenty of time to get there and meet them. I just go with the flow. I would like to do some meditating soon. Or now, on the toilet.

Today I feel like hiking a little part or maybe join Vincent a little bit. A lot of truckdrivers go to the north from here where I need to go to the south. I prefer hiking today, but who will see what's going to happen. The thing is.. the nights are cold and I need to find a warm place before midi. And that could be hard. I know that I was lucky yesterday and that something like that won't happen all the time. Couchsurfing is a nice thing to do tho.

I'm sitting in the carrefour with a weak cup of coffee. I'm in montbelliard and i hope to get a hitchike to Besancon tonight. I just learned some French out of a book called, le medicin de campagne: the doctor of the campaign. I have put whole sentences into google translate and sorted them out. After i took a bread with hareng behind the jaws, hollandaise style. 

   This morning i helped Vincent first with his trailer and his truck and gave him a box and left walking into Swiss. Everytime I tended to walk to the highway, so I did. Here I took two hitchikes to the place where I am now. Tonight i hope to arrive in Besancon and meet Gael and his friends. Super excited! 

The past few days were beautiful with a lot of really nice moments, but also very hectic moments. It started in the morning when I woke up in Vincents truck. I stretched my body and started making a perfect day of it. I still did not really know what to do at that moment, so I started walking southwards, into Swiss. The nature was beautiful with a lot of hills full of grass and fruit trees. At one time I came to a big bridge, a highway over the small road where I was walking. I tended to go right, above the bridge, and came to the highway. Here I walked beside it to the first stop, the border between France and Swiss. It was the same place where I stood the day before, where I took a hitchike to Jordan's appartment. But this time I came here a different way. I tried hitchiking again, but after a while I started walking again. I was in doubt and walked into the forrest and came to a road again. It was raining and I just wanted a hitchike somewhere. And somebody stopped and dropped me off the village he lived. 'Montbelliard is that way.' he said and pointed his finger in that direction.

   I went that direction and a woman stopped. 'Mouth mask?'

   'Mouth mask.' and so I jumped in.

   She dropped me off in a small place near to Montbelliard. Here I went in the Carrefour and made myself comfortable with a cup of coffe and a bread hareng, dutch style. I learned some French from a French book called 'le medicin de campagne.' translated: 'the doctor of the campaign.' It was deep literature and I took some sentences and put it in google translate and sorted them out. It was fun to do and really learnful. I learned a lot of words like: les baies - de bessen, partout - overal, mariées - getrouwd, fouillage - loofbladeren and a whole lot more, but i have to look it over again.

   From the Carrefour I started walking to the highway. It was like seven o'clock when I arrived and started to point my thumb in the air. I was full of good energy and excited to get to Besancon. I was sure it was going to work out that evening. I stood on a fine place where a lot of trucks stopped, just before a rounbaboud. The way straight was the way to Besancon.

   Less exciting was I when all the trucks who stopped went the other way and the trucks who didn't stop went to the Besancon way. After an hour I started dancing because it got cold and it kept me getting motivated. A lot of people actually stopped but they all went the wrong way for me.

   I made a circle with my stick, the hitchike circle. Here I kept standing in and the longer I stood there, the the closer the moment came to find a hitchike. I was sure of it, and sometimes it was just frustrating. Pff, I didn't find a hitchike that night and it was eleven o'clock. I was tired and had to find a place to sleep. The cheapest hotel was thirty euro's but I didn't have a creditcard to check in. There was nobody at the reception and I just wanted to sleep. So there I saw a big flat with risers beside it. There was at least a roof on my head so I walked in. The flat was almost finished to live in and some people actually lived in there. I knocked on a door and a guy came out in his bathrobe. 'What's up?' he asked.

   'I'm looking for a place to sleep.'

   'Oh, come in!' he said. 'I have a spare bed with a lot of pillows and blankets. The matras is really soft!'

   I just wish he said. He said: 'There is a hotel, just a hundred meters from here.' 

   but I already went there.

   I started to go down from the flat and came into some kind of basement where the lights automatically went on when I walked in. it was not too cold and there were some doors and a lot of cardboard. I placed the cardboard on the ground and put my matras on it and tried to sleep. Sometimes somebody flushed the toilet and that went above my head to the sewer. It was a night full of open eyes and thoughts.

   The next morning I stood up at seven and went to a hotel. The miss behind the bar welcomed me and gave me a cup of coffee and two petit pains. I could use the toilet and I washed my face. I felt fresh for the day and was excited to get a hitchike again. And just when I wanted to start, Gael called me and told me he wanted to pick me up from Montbelliard. He felt really ill that day but still wanted to pick me up! 'Go to la gare.' he said. I was really thankfull and went to the station as fast as I could. He came together with Florian and we rushed on to the house of a friend of him, also Florian. He came driving sixty kilometer, just to pick me up. Waaauw!

   'Heey my friend.' he said and gave me a hug.

   I hugged him back and stepped into the warm car. I felt reborned.

   Inside his friends house, I got a shower and we drank bears and played music. We tried to open some box from the circus I got from Victor. There was a coin inside that needed to get out. After six hours, Florian finally managed to open the box. There was a ring on another ring, but you couln't see or feel it, so it was tricky.

   Anyway, we went to the supermarked and bought some stuff for the night, extra beers and meet, food, a lot. There was a moment I saw Gael...

   'Gael, don't.' zei ik.

   I don't want to write about this.

   The evening was nice tho. There was a lot of K and joints and sigarettes and we ate a curry. Gael, chefkok, made it. The taste was amazing. I was really tired and went to sleep early and had a good night sleep. I dreamed about the mac donalds and wrote it down.

   The man asked me: 'A big burger?'

   'Small please.'

   He smiled and wrote a lot of stuff in his tiny book. 'That will be fifteen euro please.' zei hij.

   'Fifteen? You gave me the menu?'

   'Yes.'

   'But I asked for only the burger.'

   His smile dissapeard and he came back with a small burger and a scratched scratchcard. People around were shocked.

   But I stood up for my rights and grabbed an unscratched scratchcard. I won a big burger menu.

   Now I'm sitting with a cup of bio camomille tea and a pain with honey at the breakfast table. Ik ga zometeen even lekker lezen. There is more to write, but I'm keeping quiet.

This part has been written earlier, but I didn't want to spoil.

Good morning! It is ten to eight and I'm sitting in a bar of a nice hotel with a cup of coffee. I did not sleep here tonight. I slept in one or another flat, the basement of it, on my matras on a couple of pieces of carton. Here I set out the night. It was a solution of need. It was late and I didn't have money for a hotel, so this was my only option. But it's a new day and I'm going to try find a hitchike again and I'm still super excited to meet up with Gael and his friends. I hope there will be a shower and a warm bed available at the place where they are because I'm going to use it. 

   From this situation I've learned to find a different spot to hitchike earlier than I did last night and I'v learned to look on Blablacar in the afternoon already instead of the night. I've also learned to look for a hostel or cheap auberge before six o'clock, just to have a back-up so I don't have to walk in the city at night to find a place to sleep anymore.

   I really want to wash my clothes and take a shower, really!

   Ik wil mijn kleren wassen en een douche nemen, echt heel graag. Ik heb al drie dagen niet gedoucht.

   Er zwemen allemaal mooie patroontjes door mijn zichtveld. Ik heb zin in een avocado. Ik krijg van deze lieve mevrouw een paar broodjes. 'For with the coffee.'