Nasty trucker (El Paso - Austin)

Trip Start Mar 02, 2006
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Trip End Jul 18, 2006


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Sunday, March 26, 2006

After I've said goodbye to Lubos, were I wandering around on this truckstop outside El Paso. I didn't felt sleepy or I knew I could crach on the couch in the tv-room if that had to be the case. I would have like to sleep in Lubos' truck one more day, but I didn't felt that he would think it would be a good idea. So late saturday night were I walking aroung to see if I could find a trucker going towards New Orleans and the odds looked good. But one of the "local" (= not long distance) truckers told me that I never should do hitchhiking and it just was the most insane thing to do here in the US and he was sure the something bad was going to happen to me. He actually scared me a lot and I'm not glad to say it, cause in the short run he was right; 5 min after talking to him a trucker came and asked me "if I was a hitchhiker" - without I had asked him. That was kind of strange and for that most part people are so scared of me as a hitchhiker that they don't just gives me rides before not even knowing me (and he was just the type of truckers that Lubos had said that I should stay away from), but I decided not to be ruled by my predjudeis and accept the ride. Don't know if that was a mistake, but just as I was seated in his truck he started to loosen up the button in his jeans (with the excuse; that he just had eaten) and then he started joking about a hitchhiker he once picked up - who just had taken off his jeans and boxer's, because it had been hot that day. Then he started to ask me if I had a place to stay, that night, cause i could sleep in the back of his truck if I wanted to - and he didn't have a problem sleeping with other men. I thought it was too suspicios and it became clear for me what he had in mind. So I said that I rather would prefer to hitchhike more - so I faster could get to New Orleans... The trucker (which name I don't remember and don't want to remember) started to ask me if I had seen a lot of homosexual people when I were in San Francisco and why I didn't took my pants of like the other hitchhiker. It was such a creepy situation and he didn't stop asking - he just said "come on" all the time... He asked me if he could touch me (or actually he said it in a more directly way - that I want to spare the reader from), so that was such a horrible two hours drive to Van Horn.
When we finally came to the truckstop in Van Horn I just got out of the truck as quick as possible and ran away from the truckstop. I'd stayed away from the truckstop for an hour or some, because I wanted to find an other place to go - but I realized that Van Horn were consisting of two truckstop. So after going around paralyzed I went back to the fastfood restaurant on the truckstop and found a corner-couch were I could sleep.
After sleeping in the fastfood restaurant I went out to go to the truckstop on the other side of the highway, but at that time I really didn't have the desire/lust for hitchhiking. The place of Van Horn was a really western-place as I could imagine it; for the most part it was just one long, empty and dirty street with a lot of motels. So I really felt like an un-cool cowboy that day, just walking around there and not knowing what to do. I began to thinking of taking a GreyHound to New Orleans, but when they told me I had to pay 150$ to get there I decided to find a hitchhiking-solution and I didn't wanted that past experience to scare me from hitching, so I tried to go around and ask some of the "normal" cars that passed by the truckstop. At that time a lot of elderly ladies were running into the restroom, I noticed it because it was a long time I had seen other peoples than truckers... I went outside and saw that they belonged to "The First Babtist Curch of Austin" - they had two big vans with the logo on it. I didn't knew where Austin was (only that I was in Texas and it had to be east of Van Horn) and what Babtist ment, but I felt that they were harmless people - and they were. I went over to them to hear "if they were going to Austin", because I knew that it would be difficult for them to say that they were not. When I asked for a ride they first hesitated - but they said that they had to "pray for it". Of couse they was nervous/afraid as many others I asked for ride, so I just waited for a answer. I was lucky again - so they gave me a ride to Austin. They were 17 ladies and a pastor, whom just were returning from a "mission-trip" in El Paso/Mexico. So my emotions fast turned positive again. All they ladies were really excited about me beeing with them - so they treated me really nice and just gave me everything I needed that day. I really appriciated that and I especial remember one situation were 4 or 5 of the stood and talked and talked to me on the same time, while I was trying to decide what I wanted to eat on the restaurant. In a way I think that I felt like going from were nobody wanted to give me a ride to now beeing in the centre...
My day ended up with beeing invited home to one of the ladies, Macki, who lived in a village, Wemberley, south west of Austin...
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