The morning after I woke up from the Monkey’s radio which sounded pxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx every 15 minuter. Very pleasant. I had got no answers from neither Lund or Copenhagen University, and I was very happy about
The morning after I woke up from the Monkey’s radio which sounded pxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx every 15 minuter. Very pleasant. I had got no answers from neither Lund or Copenhagen University, and I was very happy about that because was in desperate need of regaining strength somehow. I looked up a ferry to Rostock in Germany, and looked up a bus to take to get there. Malmö is such a big city that it’s hard to get out of hit, and the distance to Trelleborg is so short that hitchhiking didn’t seemed rational from any perspective.
So we had a calm and peaceful day together, with lots of sleep, e-mailing and playing with Commedia del Arte-masks.
The day ended with us going out for two ridiculously cheap falafels (a euro each). Then the Monkey’s friend came to take him to the theatre, and it turned out that her step-brother works in the Japanese department of Berlin’s Freie University where I will present my game on Friday.
Now it’s only me and the commedia masks and zombie dolls in the apartment. But I’ll also leave in couple of minutes. See you in Germany!
I arrived by bus in Trelleborg at 21:30 and walked to the harbor. My idea was to stand where the cars are waiting in a line to get on the ferry and ask every car if could join them onboard (since an extra car passenger doesn’t cost anything). That way I would save 17 euro, or 34 in case they wouldn’t accept my student card.
However, there were no line of cars waiting for the ship. They just went straight in. And there was no place to stand and hitchhike that wasn’t circumvented by a fence that I was to soft to climb over. So I went to the place where the cars enter the harbour area. It was crowded there, with cars in every direction, and it was dark and raining. I felt the chances of getting aboard this way was close to zero, but I could as well stand here and wave my thumb as sit in the waiting lounge reading a newspaper. I didn’t even have a newspaper so I kept trying till 22:30 and then walked hastily back to the passenger terminal. The ticket seller got very stressed when I came to buy a ticket 20 min before departure. He had to talk in his walkie-talkie and enter me in the computer and all this made him forget or ignore that my student card had expired so I got a ticket for 17 euro.
I went onboard and explored the ship. When I came to the restaurant I saw about 40 middle-aged men with moustaches and beer-bellies. I knew that I ought to walk around and ask every single one whether they went to Berlin. But I just sat down and was shy. I couldn’t make myself go and talk to anyone. What now!? Hitchhiking isn’t about being shy, it’s about being brave, about knowing that everyone is a potential friend and that behind every unknown face there is a person with whom one shares lots of interests. I guess I’m simply too early on my trip to harass a whole ferry load of truck drivers. I haven’t turned into the hitchhiking machine yet.
But I was only 5 seconds away from saying hello to the two young guys from Stockholm when they suddenly went to their cabins to sleep.
I took a walk on deck. It was supernatural, so totally dark and so totally quiet. Not even cold.
I got about 2 hours sleep in a very small sofa. Then I shifted to the floor where I after a while got another two hours.