The ferry trip is a fairly uneventful affair. We are the only customers at the bar. The fact that it is 3am may explain it.
Reaching the continent and meeting up with the second courier van that made it over on an earlier boat. The convoy proceeds to the nearest available petrol station. The station happens to be in Belgium and happens to be serving tins of Jupiler lager. Unsurprisingly enough tins of Jupiler become a pre-dawn breakfast for some.
The couriers smelling convoy moves through quite picturesque fogged flatness of Belgium into the gridlock of Cologne’s outer ring.
Sun, rain, sun, petrol station after petrol station stocking up on beer, sandwiches, crisps and chocolate. Monotony of the autobahn is briefly broken by a German/Swiss carpenter couple hitching a lift with us into the East Germany.
It turns out that the world is a small place indeed as the carpenter girl knows Judith- a fellow messenger from Zurich. We are dropping the carpenters off in the middle of nowhere and heading towards the border. The very first song we managed to catch on the polish Radio 3 is AC/DC’s ‘Hells Bells’.
Few more hours on the polish roads and we are reaching Urban and Kuba's home town of Brzeg. After experiencing amazing hospitality of Urban's parents we are pushing on to cover the final few hundred kilometers to Warsaw. Finally after nearly 30 hours of driving we are reaching the camp site at the CMWC HQ. To be continued...
Happy hour at the ferry is at 3am
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Synchronising walkie talkies in Calais.
Full english breakfast in Belgium.
Autobahn 1.
Toilet stop.
Cigarette stop.
Petrol station: yawning and nose picking.
Autobahn 2
First minutes in Warsaw: trying to save the victim of reversing
