Nasty trucker (El Paso - Austin)
Trip Start Mar 02, 2006
19Trip End Jul 18, 2006
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When we finally came to the truckstop in Van Horn I just got out of the truck as quick as possible and ran away from the truckstop. I'd stayed away from the truckstop for an hour or some, because I wanted to find an other place to go - but I realized that Van Horn were consisting of two truckstop. So after going around paralyzed I went back to the fastfood restaurant on the truckstop and found a corner-couch were I could sleep
After sleeping in the fastfood restaurant I went out to go to the truckstop on the other side of the highway, but at that time I really didn't have the desire/lust for hitchhiking. The place of Van Horn was a really western-place as I could imagine it; for the most part it was just one long, empty and dirty street with a lot of motels. So I really felt like an un-cool cowboy that day, just walking around there and not knowing what to do. I began to thinking of taking a GreyHound to New Orleans, but when they told me I had to pay 150$ to get there I decided to find a hitchhiking-solution and I didn't wanted that past experience to scare me from hitching, so I tried to go around and ask some of the "normal" cars that passed by the truckstop. At that time a lot of elderly ladies were running into the restroom, I noticed it because it was a long time I had seen other peoples than truckers... I went outside and saw that they belonged to "The First Babtist Curch of Austin" - they had two big vans with the logo on it. I didn't knew where Austin was (only that I was in Texas and it had to be east of Van Horn) and what Babtist ment, but I felt that they were harmless people - and they were. I went over to them to hear "if they were going to Austin", because I knew that it would be difficult for them to say that they were not. When I asked for a ride they first hesitated - but they said that they had to "pray for it". Of couse they was nervous/afraid as many others I asked for ride, so I just waited for a answer. I was lucky again - so they gave me a ride to Austin. They were 17 ladies and a pastor, whom just were returning from a "mission-trip" in El Paso/Mexico. So my emotions fast turned positive again. All they ladies were really excited about me beeing with them - so they treated me really nice and just gave me everything I needed that day. I really appriciated that and I especial remember one situation were 4 or 5 of the stood and talked and talked to me on the same time, while I was trying to decide what I wanted to eat on the restaurant. In a way I think that I felt like going from were nobody wanted to give me a ride to now beeing in the centre...
My day ended up with beeing invited home to one of the ladies, Macki, who lived in a village, Wemberley, south west of Austin...