Amsterdam is not such a big city. Getting to the launchpad was only a short bus ride. The spot was good. With good traffic and lots of space for cars to stop. The sun was shining, the birds were probably singing far away from the highway… The only way for us to not get a ride would be that the Amsterdamers have no heart.
Within 15 minutes, we were in a car with a nice lady that gave me a stuffed animal. So that takes care of that.
For the rest of the morning, we kept hopping from gas station to gas station, always getting rides easily, but never going really far. It was great in one respect: we got to try a lot of Dutch persons and, without necessarily reaching statistical significance, we can be pretty sure that the baby-hitching here works pretty damn good. Which left us only with one people to test: the Germans.
On our first crossing of Germany, we had gotten only one ride with a German, and he had tried to escape when he saw me. So there was still some testing to be done.
Two freaked out Canadian tourists dropped us on a little gas station in the middle of Deutschland. There, we got stranded for a long long time. “I would love to take you but I don’t have a baby seat” — “I have read all the fine print of my insurance contract and it says in there: hitchhikers are OK as long as they are not babies” — “I am so scared of the police, I’m literally shitting my pants right now in front of you at the mere though of being controlled”.
Like trying to stick a round peg in square holes. Really square holes.
Eventually, we put on a little show for a retired couple in their big BMW. Not only were they really nice, but they were going to Hamburg, and they gave me my speed record. 220 km/h.
We’re taking a long weekend off here. But I get the impression that going home will not be easy.