Category Archives: France

Nancy – 19th April till 21st April

After more than one month without having hitch-hiked to a foreign country (I hitch-hiked back to Berlin during Easter), it was time for a week-end trip again.

I choose Nancy as destination, because:

  • the distance was much higher and there is no direct route so it was more challenging than to Strasbourg and I got to know how hitch-hiking in France is like
  • a fellow pupil’s name from basic schooled was Nancy (apparently a girl’s name)

I decided not to go via Strasbourg or Lauternbourg because the first one seemed – from my last experience – hard to transit and the second one hard to start.
So I choose to go via a popular outlet store near the Germany border.

A boy visiting his parents drove me to the French border which I crossed by foot and went to a round-about. There a truck stopped and took me to a toll station.
There are really great. You can easily hitch-hike in France from toll station to toll station – if you are using the French Autobahn.
At this toll station of Sarrebourg for my first time in western Europe I got offered a ride by a girl that was visiting her friends in Nancy. Beforehand a woman stopped only to apologize, that she wasn’t heading to Nancy; so I decided that hitch-hiking in France seems to be nice.

Nancy itself is not a great city. Rather visit Strasbourg. The city’s patron was a Polish King? – I dunno – called Stanislav (the French call him Stanislas for whatever reason…) So there’s the Stanislas square, a nice park and I went outside because I was bored. The weather was rainy and cold, which didn’t improve my impression of Nancy.

In the evening – like in Strasbourg – we met with my host U.’s friends and flat mates to play various social games in a bar.

When I left Nancy, I waited for 2 hours till someone stopped. He told me, my spot would be bad, he’d know a better one. I agreed and he drove me to Luneville.

There is a service station before the exit which is better for sure.

However there was I, in the village behind the moon…I placed my backpack and guess what I saw…a motivating painting:

Hitch-hiking to death in France

I was not the first one who got lost here. But the others seemed to have died waiting for a ride, using a STRASBOURG-sign like I did….it was really funny 😀

So I jumped like an insane everytime a car used the driveway.
And really, after only one hour and 300g of Haribo, a husband, who has been in Berlin in the French sector, and his wife stopped and took me to the toll station in Sarrebourg.
There I only waited about 3 minutes till a young couple gave me a lift directly back to Karlsruhe.


Strasbourg – 9th March till 10th March 2013

Living in Karlsruhe means, that the distance to France is much more less than from Berlin. So I couldn’t miss the chance to hitch-hike à la France pour y parler et améliorer mon français.

My first hitch-hiking trip was to Strasbourg, a border town some 90km south of Karlsruhe. Though the distance is not much, it took two hours to finally arrive at the outskirts of Strasbourg.

I thought I’d be smart and only buy the tram ticket to the city centre and play the innocent tourist, when the inspector comes. And guess what just before the last stop, they came in…. They spoke very good English, were nice and believed me, that I forgot to validate the ticket. I just gave it to him and promised to act correctly next time – although I think nothing would had happened, because I didn’t had any personal ID with me…

Without a ticket, I just went by foot to my host A. who lives one hour from Strasbourg main station. But because Strasbourg is a really beautiful city the walk was nice.

At her place I repaired her bike and then she showed me the city. In the evening she invited some friends and we drank beer, they smoked weed and we played a nice card game till 4 in the morning.

When we got up in the afternoon, the weather was turning from sunny to rainy – perfect for hitch-hiking…
Fortunately after we ate something A. drove me to the Germany border town Kehl and after waiting for some 15 minutes, I got a ride to Karlsruhe.

When I arrived at home – right before TATORT – , I felt like having had a long vacation – it was very nice.