Berlin - Bastei Weg - Wiesbaden

Sometimes a randomly seen picture can turn into a real view before your eyes. Even if you dismiss the first idea to go there - the people, the events around you weave into a web of coincidences that lead you to that place. That was the case with the Bastei's weg in Rathen near Dresden. A perfect trail for those who love beauty of ancient bridges, deep valleys, steep rocks,  forest paths covered with a carpet of last autumn's leaves.
And the rest of the day did turn out to be quite adventurous as well - ten minutes before our train ride we realized that we need a printed ticket. 3 minutes before it's departure, the ticket was still being printed... And then we ran with huge backpacks on our backs to the train. Luckily we made it. And late in the evening we reached our aunt's home in Wiesbaden.

Warsaw - Berlin - 5 cars in one day!

The second day on the road wasn't so easy as the first one. Warsaw is a way bigger city than Kaunas - you have to choose from many spots and getting to the right one takes time. And although it seems that you have a bigger stream of cars, a lot more of them just drive passed you. So, the second hitchhiking experience wasn't as easy as the first one. Our road was only 100 kilometers longer - so, we felt confident by writing "Berlin" on the cardboard. It appeared to be a mistake that costed us 1.5 hours of waiting for the first car which took us only to Łódź. And in total  - 5 cars to get to Berlin. But we enjoyed riding with polish people. Most of them didn't take any hitchhikers before - and they couldn't explain why they stopped for us. But all the rain, that has fallen that day from the sky, did fall only when we were in a car. Although we arrived late, we made it earlier than we would  have if we had ran out of luck - the last driver did really come out of his way to bring us to train station, and the train has just arrived stopping there only for a minute. A nice german gentleman helped us with buying a ticket on mobile phone - as we didn't have enough time to buy it on ticket machine.
And finally we could comfortly sleep in a sleeping bags on a floor of our ex-coworkers apartment.