Easter 2017

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Whoop, whoop! The tulips bloom and your pollen allergys start again. The easter days are coming! And so is the easter-Tramprennen. This year we discovered a special destination for you. Not just that there is the oldest indoor-church and the first hybrid-powerplant in Germany. This years destination is a stronghold of professional ping pong. The national player Laura Matzke and the ping pong legend Eberhard Sielmann have both their roots in the city. That means for you to pack, next to your marker and map, your ping pong bats. We are going to Prenzlau in the Uckermark.

The Campingplatz Solaris has already saved some grass for our tents and polished the ping pong table. Those who are not a big fan of tabletennis will find plenty of other activities in and around Prenzlau. You can discover the surrounding nature of the Uckermark by bike or canoe, you can rent your vehicle of choice at the campsite. For those, who are interested in culture, a walk to the citycenter of Prenzlau will be worthwhile. The old part of the city dates back to the 7th century. The best way to end a beautiful spring-day is to enjoy your cold beer in the ‘Gaststätte zur Fischerstraße’ or ‘Kalliwalde’ as the locals call it, where you have an incredible view across the Uckersee.

But as you already imagined, we have a challenge this year as well. To hitchhike directly to this small paradise would be to easy: you have to earn Prenzlau ;-)

We somehow mixed Scattergories and Hitchhiking and invented a tremendous (make hitchhiking great again ;-)) game called: “Stadt, Land, Lift” (City, Country, Lift)

 

Here are some rules:

Start: Friday, April 14th, 8 a.m., place: wherever you want

Finish: Saturday, April 15th 8 p.m., place: Prenzlau, Campingplatz Solaris

To join the game you need to print out our “Stadt-Land-Lift”-gamesheet, which is designed in remembrance of Peter Pony. In the left column you fill in the letter that you are chasing. Following Categories need to be filled in:

-city/town/village

-bar/pub

-river/or any other natural water

-licence plate (please don’t upload the whole licence plate to the internet)

-car brand

-Name of the lift (first or lastname and again don’t upload her*his full ID-card)

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For every filled in field you will get one point, for a completely filled row you will even get 10 points. So it will pay off to fulfill all categories for one letter. And if you manage to get all letters for one of the six categories, you will be rewarded with incredible 100 points. But that’s a very hard one…. We want some proof, of course. So take Photos with the bar sign, your lift and car or the city sign. You can upload your location as well. For all this you can use the Club of Roam-facebook-page. Additionally we created an event on our homepage. If you want, you can register your easter-team there (minimum 2 persons and max. 4) and use the well-known and popular liveticker to present your proof. Yeahhaaa!

Register your team

Read and use the liveticker

We are curious, who will arrive on saturday with the most points. The campsite is reserved till monday. Enough time to party, play ping pong and explore the wildlife of the Uckermark. Of course for a special price: 5 euro per person and night. You can pay, when you arrive.

Two important Information at the end:

If you don’t register with a team, just let us know so we can plan accordingly.

And most important: Watch out that you don’t go to the wrong Prenzlau, because there is no hybrid-powerplant.

Tramprennen 2017 goes to Baltic region

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2017 brought up something new! After years of the same discussions about: “Where to go this time?” this year we made a voting with all the people who joined Tramprennen during the last 9 years. According to the comments you entered in the poll, we chose six regions, that could be the destination we are hitchhiking to on Tramprennen 2017 from August, 18th to September, 2nd.

And here are the results:

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Whoop,Whoop!

And: If you’re up for joining the orga-team in 2017: We will have a big meeting in February (24th to 26th) in Leipzig! If you want to join us, just send a mail to gro.nennerpmartnull@ofni.

TR-Advent Calendar #26

Today we present the last text of our advent calendar 2016. Big thanks to everybody who contributed with their own story to this project and special thanks to Hannes, Simona, Franzi and Felix for the translations and to Gero for the pictures!

As usual the best part comes last:

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#26: Tim

Route: West Berlin – Münster (Westfalen)

Date: Late summer of 1989

Turning point: 1989. After a week in West Berlin, Heidrun, my girlfriend at the time, and I decided to turn the night into day one last time in Kreuzberg. The next day, we woke up from a coma-like sleep at half past one in the afternoon. To my horror, I realized that our car-share ride from Witthenbergplatz to Münster already had taken off about an hour ago.

There were no mobile phones yet and my friend Sven didn’t have a telephone connection installed in his apartment. And besides all of that, turns out that last night someone broke into the apartment and stole my camera and a stash of money. When the police officers came, they laughed as they saw the lock of the door, saying (in a typical Berliner accent): “Dit mach ick dir inne Sekunde uff.” (meaning: “I’d unlock that in a split second.”)

I was only left with 20 Mark (which wasn’t enough for a train ticket to Westfalen). And I was expected to be there by evening for a gig with my band “The Subway Surfers”.

So, off we go by “S-Bahn” to the Wannsee since there’s a hitchhiking spot nearby. In the train, I noticed that it’s a sunny September-day. Meanwhile, it was almost three o’ clock. In about 6 hours I had to be in Münster, on stage. 475km. I was aware that the only chance I had of getting there on time was if my girlfriend and I got a lift directly to Münster. As we walked towards the hitchhiking spot, the service station Dreilinden, I recognized through the trees its red and brown façades but also something else: At the legendary hitchhiking spot going west, were standing at least 200 people sticking out their thumbs in the air.

A hippie couple already spread out a blanket on the roadside and had a picnic. They stuck a sign on their basket saying: “BEL”. As we arrived two girls with dreadlocks just jumped into a truck. Most hitchhikers apparently wanted to get to Hannover, Göttingen or Hamburg.

Obviously, there weren’t any who wanted to get directly to Münster. All shyly, we went up to the street.  All the other hitchhikers seemed to be in pretty exuberant mood. In those days many cars that were leaving the city, approached the rest stop just before passing through checkpoint Bravo for looking for passengers. This Friday it wasn’t very different. The cars passed by very slowly, examined the signs and beckoned the people if the direction was right.

My girlfriend and I no sooner got to the spot in this very moment than a couple got picked up by a Mercedes. As soon as they got on board to that white-haired banker guy, he stepped on the gas and left all the other hitchhikers applauding sarcastically in dust. Right behind the Mercedes there was a ruby VW Passat rolling to us. Year of completion: Late seventies. I didn’t believe my eyes, it had a license plate number from Münster. Hectically I grabbed my girlfriend, who stretched out a sign with the letters “MS” on it just in front of the windshield. The black-haired guy in the car pointed to us with his finger: “You want to go to Münster, well, jump in.”

When I took my place on the passenger seat, a woman – type: teacher of social studies – yanked the door open. “Ey, assholes, I’ve been standing here since 3 hours. And you arrive here and just jump into the first car.”

The driver kept calm: “Girly, where do you want to go?” – “Hannover-Allertal”- “So, jump in, there is still place of a gallon.”

While thinking about how to express a gallon in cubic meters, we left. It was half past three. If we would make good time, we should have been in Münster around nine and the concert could have started on time.

When we left the rest stop I read a graffiti sprayed at the bridge, where you could read in big letters: “You are leaving the American sector”. Right behind it a Russian tank from world war times greeted just at the zone border.

On this Friday evening there was bustling traffic like always. Already 300 m before handing in our passports we got off the car, the driver loosened the hand brake and we pushed the car to the toll control.

Just no antics now, hence the GDR-authority let us pass.

While the frontiersman collected the passports, his colleage beckoned us. All of the  tollkeepers were speaking in Saxon accent. Why were we never confronted with personal from Berlin or Brandenburg? With lances at which ends some mirrors were fixed they inspected the underside of the car. After examining the packed trunk we were allowed to carry on. We picked up our passports 200 m further and reached the transit route.

The majority of the way our driver dashed with 190 something on the holey street. Here and there he braked unexpectedly and slowed down to the mandatory speed limit and was beckoning. Obviously, he drove this route more often and knew the places, where the DDR police built up its radas speed checks. Indeed very often there were nice little Wartburg cars standing on small hills right behind the embankment and two gentleman wearing uniform hats observed the flashed by traffic.

We listened to the sound of Bob Dylans LP classic „Highway 61 Revisted“. When „Like a rolling stone“ started for the third time, I looked back to the Passat’s back seat, where my girlfriend caught up her sleep deficit from last night and snoozed shoulder to shoulder with the „Alltertal“ broad. The sun was low and showed us our way. I did the same like our driver and clapped down the sun shield and thought about the fact, that happiness is no feeling that you can cage to your heart and let it free once if required.

You have to feel happiness, when it happens.

And in this moment I was very happy. Because I felt young – which doesn’t happen very often in my life – apparently, because I was it in these days. And I felt light, because we were travelling, 4 people united by coincidence, we were on a journey with different destinations. People, that would never travel together again in their life, travelling in an unfree country on the high speed of freedom.

I made myself comfortable in the ruby Passat’s grubby seat. In the evening I would play Rock’nRoll with my friends. And later I would kiss my girlfriend, whose name was Heidrun, but in my eyes was as beautiful as her name was Sophie or Angelina or something like that. The Passat purred. Dylan sang. In Allertal we said goodbye to the social science teacher girl and it was bathed in smooth colours by the sun.

When our drived dropped us off at Münster main station he shouted „See you…“. Today everyone is saying this, but in these days I heard this for the first time. And I realized that you will always see each other again on the street … anyhow, anywhere, anytime.

When you get enthralled it’s very hard to get loose of that good feeling of being on the road.

Now I am 47. I hitchhike very rarely. But, I still play Rock’n’Roll with my friends and I like to kiss my girlfriend. And when I get into the band bus and the door is closing behind me, when the music sounds from the radio and the sun is setting in western over the rolling past trees, I am thinking about how lucky I was back in time in Dreilinden.

And I am wondering, what the other passengers might do today?

TR-Advent calendar#25

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#25: Elisa

When I was thinking of my first time,

I realised, that back then I had no idea

how important – or at the same time better normal-

hitchhiking would be for me one day, 9 years later.

 

So, I was travelling in central america, and after a while

I was really „on a shoestring“, more than lonely planet ever could think of.

Well, I came back from an island in Honduras to the mainland,

with me a blonde swedish girl, and my friend from Guatemala,

but without any idea to go next, because the expensive stuff like volcano boarding

or whatsoever, we couldn t affort to do.

We thought „ok,then, just lets go to the next city, and we ll see what happens!“.

You know, public transportation works almost like hitchhiking, you wait beside the road,

just anywhere, and wait for the next bus to come, somewhen.

So meanwhile you can strech your arm a little and hope for some pickup trucks to pick you up.

We were three people, and it went so fast and easily, that I couldn t even think of how dangerous and stupid it could be, like in the eyes of my mother, to try hitchhiking in a place like Honduras.

I just jumped on the back, giggling, grapped my sunglasses and we started to scream and sing against the wind, taking photos, to be sure to never forget that moment of total happiness, freedom and carefree living.

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After a while the driver stopped, and asked us, where we actually wanted to go, good question..

So, we asked him, where he wanted to go and if it would be possible to join him.

He told us, that we could stay at his place, the only house in town with electricity for occasional parties and one of those would take place that night! Great! Half an hour later we were in that little Garifuna village at the beach, and we probably were the first white tourists who came there.

The whole village was really welcoming, they made us try the best medicine, which was a really good rum with herbs, cooked a great fish soup and invited us to join their tradional dance and stick fight against bad winter ghosts, as I remember. And afterwards we really had a fun party until sunrise in the house of my first lift, a place I d never would have come to without my thumb!

Then it needed a while and a few more experiences and well, the tramprennen,

to become more normal to use autostop. And not only for adventurous trips,

but more as another type of public transportation, even to my parents home for christmas right now,

so hohoho, thumbs up and go!