Departure. Reloaded.

After a couple of days for 24-hour-a-day-Internet-digging, I finally find an excellent transportation mix. Istanbul to Cochin, south of India. Due to previous Iranian frustration I decide for a 2-day loop in the Arab Emirates.

Train is my best option for the Bucharest-Istanbul chunk of the trip. It’s guaranteed that I’ll make it in time, that I can get a rest after struggle times plus my ticket’s cost is covered from another project’s incomes. I’m done with all the packing and preparing, here I am on the platform, waiting for my Bucharest-to-Istanbul train… my Bucharest-to-Istanbul train which is not here. It just left, 44 minutes before time… that same train I recently used on my returning from Istanbul, that same train listed on the Internet with THIS departure schedule…

No, it is not the departures schedule that has changed. It is this train’s schedule and starting with yesterday.
So currently I have no other train option and my only other possibility is hitch-hiking. For now “Hitch-hiking for Peace and Soul” can only hitch-hike to get to the plane and get to India. I manage to overcome my shock and whining and I get out to find a hike. I have plenty of time so I chill, enjoying every second of time spent waiting. I reach the Bulgarian border changing two hikes, a brand new Mercedes and a truck. This is done with reasonable timing.

At the border I wait a long time, nearly 2 hours until a truck stops to pick me. My Bulgarian driver is an excellent and very sociable host. Nearly everything is perfect about this hike: the weather, the already-mentioned driver, the truck itself (very comfy), the fact that I can even sleep, the landscapes that pass my eye… but not the speed though! The truck is fully loaded and snail-fast. We rarely go over 30 per hour and time ticks-ticks-ticks! This truck is my slowest hike ever. I fidget but cannot get off cause I don’t know how much more I’ll be waiting and waiting in a deserted Bulgarian field. Definitely, the truck is better than nothing. Six hours later I’m 40 kilometers away from the Turkish border. I’ve still got enough time so I try to get another hike, smile on my face. So many cars that pass, none that stops.

Lots of trucks heading to Istanbul, Turkish drivers… and still none to stop. Heavy rain and I’m all soaked. Finally, a bus passes that will take me straight to the border. Special story about this bus: each little village means a detour, each stations means waiting for long and 40 kilometers take one and a half hours. Tensions builds up, each minute passing scares me… but I’m still on time.

I walk across the border, it’s almost 3 kilometers. Once in Turkey I get my visa fast, fill in the papers and get the best place for hiking: it’s where all cars and trucks going to Turkey pass, all vehicle coming from Serbia, Bulgaria, Romania, Europe. Each vehicle has to stop for checking. The people here are very nice, they let me go back across the border and talk to the drivers but still no luck. The drivers either have no more place, either go to sleep, some don’t even bother sparing a look.

Turkey is a country I love, the people here are most kind and welcoming. I’ve always felt at home in Turkey and I’ve had the most amazing relations with Turks. The drivers’ behavior could not surprise me more… The only other explanation I have is the time they spent out of their country: it somehow mutated them. Yet again, absolutely everything shows me I shouldn’t have left. Yet again, my quasi-mystical question occurs: what am I supposed to do, understand or finish back in Bucharest that does not let me go?

I check the time once more. Time never seemed to run faster than it does now. All my clothes dried while on. I feel like I’m about to explode. I really cannot miss this plane. It’s too late to re-schedule, I won’t get a refund and losing it would mean money going down the drain. A new ticket plus one extra week in Istanbul ’till the next flight, that would leave me with insufficient funds for India. I already start thinking of other possible destinations: Syria, Morocco…? I cannot get back to Romania now, that I’ve arranged all my issues for a few months… yet again I would find myself with no place to live… and I would feel like such a failure!

Text messages from friends
: “Vaya con Dios!”; “May you find good humans!”… Yes! Oh, yes! Thank you! It’s God and Humans that I need right now.

I pee every 10 minutes. My signals are mechanical. I’m not able to think anymore. Never in my life have I felt so full of tension. The buses that were supposed to leave via Istanbul didn’t leave anymore. The buses that were coming from Istanbul the way to Edirne didn’t arrive anymore. I had settled to meet a painter, a really great guy, for a coffee in the serenity of my hours before the take-off. Ha-ha-ha…

I find myself stuck in here, 300 kilometers far away from the place where my plane is going to take off in just hours. My plane without me in it

I feel like a machine running its program.

It starts raining again.

Nothing…

My hiking sign doesn’t skip one single car.

Still, from now on no truck or bus could make it in time!

I show my cardboard that says Istanbul and I put my hands together in a desperate prayer.

The next driver says “Come on up.” like it’s the most natural gesture in the world!

This angel arrived from out of nowhere is driving a BMW. God must have sent him to me to prove me that you can have misery and sheer ecstasy in just one moment!

I cannot believe my eyes when I see the speed, 220 kilometers per hour. Same day, the slowest and fastest speed I have ever traveled with in a hike. We reach Istanbul in one hour and 10 minutes. All of this time my soul stays connected to the heaven above, in a deep thanksgiving.

This insane day happened just to show me that God does exist. Whatever his name, He exists and is so much greater than my own will… All I can do is walk this road I chose until I reach the end… And accept whatever result comes my way!

In the airport I get to eat the yoghurt-muesli I had prepared for the train trip. An Australian couple manages somehow to smuggle a little bag of weed past the Turkish border. They smuggle themselves out of many years in the Bosporus prison as well… I fall asleep between the clouds and I wake up surrounded by sand dunes…

Technical data šŸ™‚
Time spent on hike: 15h30mins
Vehicles needed: 6
Shortest wait: 2mins
Longest wait: 2h30mins

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