Red Opel != Green Fiat
Jarod | December 22, 2005I’m having my holidays! Yes, right now! The first and only this year … And you thought I’d be playing games all day? No way, the first few days I could spend far away from any computers … and here I am, blogging. Yes, I do have issues, I guess.
On Monday I left town to visit my sister in Bavaria. Usually I’d booked a seat on a train, but since my sister insisted and tried to convince me it was „the cheapest and easiest way to get somewhere“ I agreed that she found me a car trip on a website on which users can offer lifts. So I packed my things, a really heavy and bulky travel bag (with all the christmas presents), sleeping bag and the like and carried it to the tram which brought me to the other end of the city where I was to meet my driver. I was supposed to look for a „Green Fiat Uno, female driver, one other passenger, at the taxi strip in front of the train station“. I positioned myself strategically and waited. Of course I was a little early (better be early than be left behind).
Ten minutes before the scheduled departure my sister called. My driver was waiting for me. I looked left and right. Oh well, I thought. I had the driver’s mobile number so I called her. Five meters to my left a young woman reached for her mobile phone … So, I found out that the green Fiat was actually a red Opel Astra. And the single other passenger turned out to be actually three people, all with big, bulky and heavy bags. The car already looked a little stuffed and I started to wonder …
A lot of pushing and squeezing later we were all in, somehow, and our bags were, too. It was tight. For the first time of my life I was thankful to have short legs. The driver smoked while driving. It was too cold to open the windows. We needed to stop to pump up the tires – the car’s frame was almost touching the wheels – we were absolutely overloaded. Of course there was snow on the Autobahn, and of course the car didn’t have winter-ready tires.
I’m still alive and we made it through without trouble (three hour ride). Ok, going up the slightest hill brought the car to an almost-stop on full throttle, but … well lets just say we made it. And it wasn’t all bad. My co-passengers all were very nice and we had a good time chatting. It certainly didn’t hurt to sit next (partly under) a nice talkative female music student … rather than the quiet overweight guy in the front row. And we got a discount.
So it was cheap, and partly even fun. Compared to a train ride it lacked some … comfort that I got used to. Today we’re going on another trip … my sister says it’s gonna be smooth, luxurious and on time. Fingers crossed.





