Unsere spannendste Mitfahrgelegenheit bot sich am zweiten Tag unserer Reise. Die Sonne ging bereits unter und niemand schien gewillt zwei verschwitzte Backpacker aufzugabeln, vor allem nicht kurz vor Einbruch der Dunkelheit. Wir beschlossen also einen geeigneten Zeltplatz zu finden, um bei Morgengrauen unser Vorhaben weiterzufuehren. Gerade als wir unsere Rucksaecke schulterten, stoppt ein Lkw wie man ihn aus amerikanischen Roadmovies kennt. Der Trucker springt aus seiner Kabine und begruesst uns mit den Worten: "Hey! It's your lucky day, you gonna keep me awake all night long!"
On the road again... |
just can't wait to get on the road again... |
Um 2 Uhr morgens trennen sich unsere Wege. Dank Wayne sind wir unserem Ziel Rainbow ganz nah, doch als ich den Truck davonduesen sehe, wuenschte ich, wir koennten noch ein wenig laenger unterwegs sein. Wie gesagt, der Weg ist das Ziel, der Weg ist eine unvergessliche Geschichte.
the life I love is making music with my friends. And I can't wait to get on the road again. |
The journey is the reward - often cited but not always understood. Being a hitchhiker in Australia, you understand. 1100 km were ahead of us, 30 degrees in the shadow surrounded us. We knew, Rainbow couldn't be reached within a day. The journey would already be an adventure on its own.
Our most exciting ride happened on our second day of hitching. The sun was about to vanish and noone seemed to be thrilled to pick up two sweaty backpackers. We decided to pitch the tent somewhere close to the highway. We would have to continue hitchhiking early in the morning. The very moment we put on our backpacks a truck stops. A truck I only knew from american road movies. The trucker hops out and greets us with: "Hey! It's your lucky day, you gonna keep me awake all night long!"
Wayne has red-blond hair and a shoulder-length pony tail. His beard (the same colour) frames his cheeky smile. Dan and I are happily stunned, because truckers normally don't stop for hitchhikers, ever (due to insurance policies). Hitchhikers and truckers are a perfect match though: we need a ride, they need company. The next six hours we are on the road with Wayne. Dan sits in the front, I sit in the back on the bed (which naturally makes me fall asleep, against hitchhiking rule number 4). Wayne is a full blooded trucker and knows Australia better than most of his countrymen: he has been everywhere, several times. After a couple of hours it feels more like Wayne is keeping us awake than the other way round. He is our personal tour guide.
Wayne can't believe that I haven't seen a kangaroo yet - eaten yes, seen no: "Really? They are everywhere!" The next time we stop, without further ado he leads us behind a rest area. It's pitch-black but as soon as our eyes get accustomed to the darkness, we see them: four, five, six kangaroos just few steps ahead. "These ones are small. In the outback, they get really big. They'd knock you out. You know, like boxers." I don't need to see boxing giant kangaroos, I feel pleased with what I've seen. When we hit the road again, I sing a song for our tourguide to say thank you. It's far to noisy and rocky to play the guitar decently but Wayne likes it and lets Dan take a picture with his mobile phone camera.
At 2 a.m. it's time to say goodbye. Thanks to Wayne we are close to our goal Rainbow but while I'm watching the truck moving on, I wish we could travel along, just for a bit. As I said, the journey is the reward and it's usually a great experience, too.