New Orleans - Atlanta
Trip Start Mar 02, 2006
19Trip End Jul 18, 2006
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I got a lot of small rides this day (8 maybe), and I think from now on I should maybe try to turn down short rides when I'm in good spots. My 2nd rides was with some older guys from Arkansas, who was down in New Orleans to make urbal tea at the Jazz Fest. They were on sightseeing in Mississippi so find some land to plant some pine trees and to see the hurricane damage. That was my luck, because it was also what I wanted. It was really "amazing" to see how hard Katrina had hit just next to the beach and only the foundations were left. Only 500 feet more inland were the houses not seriosly hit, but of course had they still had alot of flood. Almost 10 miles more inland did I saw big boats that were landed in other poeples gardens and one of my drivers told me that the waterlevel had been 30 feet high
I got feeded with meals 3 times that day by different drivers, so that was very nice not to be hungry. As I said I only got small ride, therefore it to me 10 hours to move a 3 hours drive to Mobile in southern Alabama.
I wanted to hitch thru the night or at least until I could get a ride. At midnight-time I got a ride with a guy (Robby I think). He seemed okay, and said I could stay with him - though it was a really short ride. I had to sleep in his double-bed, so I kept my clothes on... cause it was still a little strange - but he was a little skinny guy, so I didn't felt any reason to get scared if anything would happen.
I woke up in the middle of the night and that Robby guy was laying an touching me - that was to much for me, so I told him that I were leaving now. I don't think he really wanted to harm me, but of course was he trying to take advantage of me. I told him that I could find my way out myself - but he wanted to drive me back to the interstate. I didn't really knew were I was, so I took the chance. Fortunatly he drived me back - we didn't say a word to each other and I think that was good the same.
I went down under the interstate bridge, to think of my situation (the time was about 4 o'clock in the morning)
Here I got one of the biggest choks of all time... Suddently a man says something and I couldn't see who it was. So I screamed "who are you?". I thought it was my former driver who had followed me or something...
Fortunatly it turned out to be an other hitchhiker, on my age from Colorado (Josh). We couldn't really see each other and i think was maybe more scared than me, because he told me that he had a knife and I shouldn't touch his things and then he wouldn't touch my things. I tried to sleep some until sunset, but it was to cold on that concreete and my experiences was to weird.
That morning I couldn't really recognize that "Sweet Home Alabama" as Lynard Skynard sings about.
The next morning (or maybe we should call it; a couple of hours later) the situation became even more weird. We found out that we had got a ride with the same guy that night. The driver had given him a ride just right before picking me up, but he had asked Josh to give him money for sex... but of course he had refused it and went out of the car in early enough. So the driver must have changed his tactics, when he picked me up. And I had got a ride like 20 min after Josh, so that was really a puzzle for us.
Josh was heading towards Birmingham, so we could at least follow to Montgomerey. We tried to hitch a little bit, but we went up to the gas station get some breakfast. Here Josh found a guy who were driving all the way to Atlanta, so that was perfect. The driver looked a little gangstar to me and he was tired all the time
I get kind of angry on myself that I can not brake the code to know what to say and act to them to make them want to talk with me. I hope that if I'll keep up contacting these people with a positive mind I'll one day make a freindship. But it's hard and I easyly loose the faith sometimes.
Anyway; Antlanta is deffinetly the most black city I have seen so far and one of the reasons is maybe also because there is a lot refugees from New Orleans
i also went to see the Coca-Cola museum, because it's invented in Atlanta.
I stayed 3 nights as some girls, Kristy and Amanda, who went to collage and who I had found on the web. And 2 more night at one of my freinds from my bordingschool's danish family in the edge of Atlanta. It was funny to visit them to feel a little bit like being in Denmark again, cause we could talk danish together.