Posted by harald on August 15, 2010 in Folk i farta |

Here is the car.... without petrol.

My friends in Berlin are not at home, so we have to sleep in the vehicle. The rear door on the vehicle can’t be locked, and we are transporting equipment for NRK worth close to 200 000 NOK – we have to be careful. We wake up early the next day, and heads for Wroclaw in Poland, about a 5 hour trip from Berlin. Another problem with the vehicle is the fuel petrol gauge, it’s constantly at zero. I don’t see any gas stations along the route the GPS leads us on out of Berlin. I mention to Eskil that we should have a spare can of petrol, and we have to refuel at the first petrol station we see. But at that time, we are out of petrol, a distance out on the autostrada. Damn, trouble again.

I have to get petrol and I am on roads where it is illegal to travel by foot, the traffic is passing me in over 130 km/h. I am trying to hitch hike, something that is most forbidden on the Autobahn. After some while, a German stops and gives me a ride. It is far between the petrol stations, and we have to drive over 30 kilometres.

I see a petrol station on the other side of the road, but the German says we have to get to a petrol station on our side of the highway – it is impossible to cross the highway by foot. He has to drive about another 5 kilometres before we finally see a petrol station on the right side of the road. I thank him for the ride and exit the car. He is in a hurry and drives away.

I’m thinking: This is not working. I am not going to carry 10 litres of petrol over 30 kilometres back to the vehicle. I am taking the chance on getting over to the other side of the Autobahn, jumping over the centre strip and starting to go the petrol station we drove past. Not hiking, it’s just a walk. Several drivers are honking when they see a Sunday wanderer along the Autobahn, but luckily der polizei is not showing up, and eventually I get to the petrol station.

I buy a ten litre can and fill it up. Trying to get in contact with drivers, but none will help me. I am not going to walk thirty kilometres, I have to get a lift.

Once again Gypsies come, this time Turkish Gypsies. They give me a ride to Eskil and the vehicle. One again I have to cross the Autobahn by foot. Now it is important to be awake. The traffic is dense and very quick. I’m slipping over and climb over the centre strip. Two more lanes to cross, waiting for an opening and get myself safe back to the vehicle. Eskil removes the emergency triangle while I fill up 10 litres of petrol.

Once again we are moving. In Wroclaw, Andrej and a good night’s rest is awaiting, before we travel further to meed the cheerful lad Alex and the team from NRK 1 in Auschwitz the following day at 11 AM.

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