Space truckin'

After a disasterous landing in Mainz (mis-interpeted my shared ride) I regrouped with two protein bars and a flask of brandy. Then hauled my ass for the nearest roadhouse(!) and managed to hitch a ride west on an eighteen-wheeler. Despite an immense language barrier the Ukrainian trucker insisted on talking about politics (which resembled Peter Griffin's attempt to talk Italy minus moustache). Eventually nothing left to do but compare tattoos until the old bastard opened up his playlist with Metallica's Turn the Page. Talk about riding into the sunset.. I disembarked in Reims after 350 kilometres of truckin'. Light weight, baby!