Hamburg-Leipzig is a four hour drive. Not the most challenging distance. But the way crisscrosses between highway: first the Hamburg-Frankfurt axis, then around Hannover, you get on the Benelux-Berlin one and branch off to an obscure side-autobahn for the last bit. We were expecting to switch cars often and it felt like a good final test of how anal the Germans are with babies in their car.
Our first gas station, right out of Hamburg, had a high proportion of normal people. This was unexpected, because it was the last day of another one of those blasted long weekends.
A middle aged lady took us a bit before our first highway-switch. The gas station she dropped us on was swarming with holliday-comebacks.
We stayed for a long time there, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary. Most cars were rolling at capacity. The one peculiar detail was that on that gas station and on the previous one, we had very few babycarseat squareholes. Eventually, a nice couple took us along all the way to Leipzig, for which they definitely qualify as golden-riders.
I realize that I have been characterizing “the Germans” based on one really long wait by the roadside in Leipzig when we left, and that shitty gas station on the way from Amsterdam. Hey, a bit like I initially put all the French in the same shitbag as the Alsacians. Only to find out the other places we went through were really easy.
Germany is a big place. I’m gonna need to hitchhike a lot more before I can have a definite opinion.
In any case, I’m back home. That’s all folks.