Again we woke up at 7.30, this time in our presidential suite in the Metropolis hotel. Breakfast was included in the hotel price, so off course we benefited from that to eat as much as possible, a long day was upfront. Our target today was to cross the Lithuanian-Polish border and to go as far as possible westwards into the stretched out country of xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />Poland. Like the past days we first of all went with public transport to the suburbs of the city in order to find the big roads. On the trolley bus Philippe and I were discussing where to hitchhike when a girl noticed our German-like accent. Her name was Kristina and she could speak to us in German. She had hitchhike-experience herself and helped us to find a thumb ride. It was astonishing how fast that cars stopped for her! But when they saw us coming the cars just drove away, that was really shitty. Luckily after a while a Lithuanian trucker gave us the permission to go with him. In his truck their was only room for one passenger so I had to stay in the sleeping cabin. The driver dropped us of at a huge parking lot near the Polish border filled with hundreds of trucks. We thought I was easy to find a next ride to cross the Polish border, but we were completely mistaken. We had to deal with 2 major problems. All the truckers were from Poland or Baltic states so they didn’t understand English nor German not to mention French or Dutch. Impossible to communicate properly. A second thing we were confronted with was that if you wanted to cross the border legally the trucker could only bring one passenger along with him. After one hour of desperate searching we gave up and went for a drink in small roadcafeteria. After a hot drink we found the energy to give it another chance one more time. And, we were immediately lucky to spot 2 Latvian truckers working for the same company  who would bring us over the border each in their truck. Bless this guys! We were so incredible grateful to find them. You are maybe wondering that splitting up was not the brightest idea. ( Only Philippe had a cell phone with him) but we could stay in contact via a radio between the trucks. Initially it was the plan to go 50 kilometres along with these guys because they were heading for Italy with their vegetables and fruits. Although we had to go to the west we liked the idea of driving to the sun. So we kept our Latvian truckerfriends accompany the whole day. Their was absolutely no need to get out while temperatures dropped to almost zero and it was snowing like hell out there. Plus the atmosphere in the truckcabins was cosy and warm. The least you could say about the roads in Poland was that they sucked: small and dangerous roads full of snow! We passed 3 spots were accidents happened that day. Some quiet horrible in fact :s. Our truckerfriends were real hero’s: it was the 25^th time that they had to drive to north of Italy that year, 10 hours per day behind the steering wheel. One trucker already delivered beer for InBev in Louvain!

It was already late in the evening when we arrived at a truckstop in Radomska, South Poland, to get some sleep. Our truckdrivers slept in their luxury sleeping cabins, we were happy to have a motelroom. We decided to follow these guys further southwards the day after so we had to adjust our their timetable and that implemented a morning buzzer at 6.30 straight in ya face!