New Orleans - Atlanta

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


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Monday, May 8, 2006

I was leaving Emmergiencies Communities tuesday morning to head towards Atlanta, Georgia - where I actually didn't know what to see. I got a ride with some others from the site out to the highway, there were two other americans that would try to hitch from an other highway to.
I got a lot of small rides this day (8 maybe), and I think from now on I should maybe try to turn down short rides when I'm in good spots. My 2nd rides was with some older guys from Arkansas, who was down in New Orleans to make urbal tea at the Jazz Fest. They were on sightseeing in Mississippi so find some land to plant some pine trees and to see the hurricane damage. That was my luck, because it was also what I wanted. It was really "amazing" to see how hard Katrina had hit just next to the beach and only the foundations were left. Only 500 feet more inland were the houses not seriosly hit, but of course had they still had alot of flood. Almost 10 miles more inland did I saw big boats that were landed in other poeples gardens and one of my drivers told me that the waterlevel had been 30 feet high. So the highest trees still had trash and pallets in their tops.
I got feeded with meals 3 times that day by different drivers, so that was very nice not to be hungry. As I said I only got small ride, therefore it to me 10 hours to move a 3 hours drive to Mobile in southern Alabama.
I wanted to hitch thru the night or at least until I could get a ride. At midnight-time I got a ride with a guy (Robby I think). He seemed okay, and said I could stay with him - though it was a really short ride. I had to sleep in his double-bed, so I kept my clothes on... cause it was still a little strange - but he was a little skinny guy, so I didn't felt any reason to get scared if anything would happen.
I woke up in the middle of the night and that Robby guy was laying an touching me - that was to much for me, so I told him that I were leaving now. I don't think he really wanted to harm me, but of course was he trying to take advantage of me. I told him that I could find my way out myself - but he wanted to drive me back to the interstate. I didn't really knew were I was, so I took the chance. Fortunatly he drived me back - we didn't say a word to each other and I think that was good the same.
I went down under the interstate bridge, to think of my situation (the time was about 4 o'clock in the morning). It was still dark an I didn't wanted to hitch before it became brigth again... So I went up under the bridge to see if I could get some sleep on the plaine level.
Here I got one of the biggest choks of all time... Suddently a man says something and I couldn't see who it was. So I screamed "who are you?". I thought it was my former driver who had followed me or something...
Fortunatly it turned out to be an other hitchhiker, on my age from Colorado (Josh). We couldn't really see each other and i think was maybe more scared than me, because he told me that he had a knife and I shouldn't touch his things and then he wouldn't touch my things. I tried to sleep some until sunset, but it was to cold on that concreete and my experiences was to weird.
That morning I couldn't really recognize that "Sweet Home Alabama" as Lynard Skynard sings about.
The next morning (or maybe we should call it; a couple of hours later) the situation became even more weird. We found out that we had got a ride with the same guy that night. The driver had given him a ride just right before picking me up, but he had asked Josh to give him money for sex... but of course he had refused it and went out of the car in early enough. So the driver must have changed his tactics, when he picked me up. And I had got a ride like 20 min after Josh, so that was really a puzzle for us.
Josh was heading towards Birmingham, so we could at least follow to Montgomerey. We tried to hitch a little bit, but we went up to the gas station get some breakfast. Here Josh found a guy who were driving all the way to Atlanta, so that was perfect. The driver looked a little gangstar to me and he was tired all the time. Therefore he wanted Josh to drive so he could sleep himself. Cause he said that he always was falling asleep, when he was driving him self. I took a nap in the car up to Birmingham and then I got a ride with Arim, as his name was, the rest of the way to Atlanta. Though Josh said he was "out of control" - did my new driver turn into be an okay guy. I didn't dare to fall asleep again, because I wanted to make sure that Arim didn't felt asleep and killed us by a carcrash. He drived really crazy 85 miles pr. hours zig-zag between the cars. That resultet in a lack of gas 30 miles before Atlanta... So I had to walk to the nearest gas-station to get some more gas for us - so he could get a nap... but we made it to Atlanta. He was black, so he lived in the black neighborhood of town - so for the first time I tried only to be surounded by black people. That was really what I had hoped for a long time to try, but when I asked people for directions or something they were just kind of refusing. Everybody where just looking at me as I was not supposed to be there, that was not really nice... but try to think how black people feel in white neighborhoods?
I get kind of angry on myself that I can not brake the code to know what to say and act to them to make them want to talk with me. I hope that if I'll keep up contacting these people with a positive mind I'll one day make a freindship. But it's hard and I easyly loose the faith sometimes.
Anyway; Antlanta is deffinetly the most black city I have seen so far and one of the reasons is maybe also because there is a lot refugees from New Orleans. I tried to go into downtown, where I maybe only saw 3 or 4 white kids to dress up like a hiphopper and make a little foto-shooting. So I at least could say I had been a hip hop in Atlanta, but the sales-assistens said I had to buy the clothes... so sadly I don't have pictures of me in big big bling-bling clothes.
i also went to see the Coca-Cola museum, because it's invented in Atlanta.
I stayed 3 nights as some girls, Kristy and Amanda, who went to collage and who I had found on the web. And 2 more night at one of my freinds from my bordingschool's danish family in the edge of Atlanta. It was funny to visit them to feel a little bit like being in Denmark again, cause we could talk danish together.
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