7000 Kilometers. 107 Lifts. 5 Countries. 2 Brothers. One Road.

It's was bound to fail: Four weeks time to prepare for one month of hitchhiking along the Silk Road - today's most dangerous and both politically and infrastructurally difficult route.

But yes we did! Thumbing up truck rides in the hottest desert on earth, got lifts with public bus through Kurdish Iraq, hitched a hotel, Germanwings and longtail boat. We put up our hammocks in picturesque moon-like landscapes and on lonely Thai beaches. We hitch-hiked the newest BMW and Indian tractors. We explored Istanbul with crazy CouchSurfers, enjoyed tasty Bakhlava in Southern Anatolia and zero-g-forces in Northern Iran. We played futsal in Shiraz and learned how to wash before prayer with Furkan. We were thumbing the road for more than 5500 kms together. Craig topped the 7000-kilometer-mark hitching to his second home Malaysia.

Everywhere, one of the first questions we heard was: "Isn't it dangerous?" - No. It's not. To go by car in the first place is the dangerous thing. Hitchhiking is as safe as you make it: We only go with people with who we feel comfortable. Other questions centered around the feasibility. Despite all adverse conditions (low population density, Iranian don't know what is hitching) Iran turned out to be the best country to thumb up lifts. Even the other countries were far easier to hitchhike than Germany. With one exception … India.

We had an awesome time hitching Indian tractors etc. but we would rather go for the unforgettable train rides on future trips. Autostop in India is exhausting: Sometimes it takes you more than half an hour to only explain what you do. Other reasons: Extreme cheap public transport and scarce long distance traffic on roads. Can you imagine that one of the four principal highways leaving 20-million-Mumbai is a two-lane (!!!) road?

To all fellow hitchhikers who want to stage the Silk Road and those among them who have the dream of doing a full overland route - like we wanted in the first place: You need far more preparation time, approximately three weeks more than we had. You'd need to be fine with four days of desert only. Trust us: Desert is nice to see - but only for some hours. Another bound-to-fail-challenge: Try to make friends with somebody in the Pakistani embassy to get a visa for overland entry - otherwise it's currently impossible. Then you'd need to change and expand the route significantly going for China since there is no usable Bangladesh-Myanmar land border crossing and heaps of difficulties to get required permits for India-Myanmar border crossing let alone for the troubled Indian border state Manipur. In plain English: It's today's most difficult route to prepare and realize.

Sometimes people ask us if we go with no money. In our opinion the idea of zero-expenditure-travel is nuts and close to scrounging - and that is not what you want your hosts to think of you. It's also not practical: Perhaps we'd to bribe a border officer to enter a country. Sometimes you are simply hungry and need a Kebab or Samosa ;-) The currency you pay with while hitchhiking is entertainment.

Anyways you can still expect to enjoy a breathtaking fun time with a mini budget. We spent 100€ each to India (museum fees etc.) and another 50€ for Craig to reach Malaysia.

It's however not our financial situation that inspired this trip. It was our lust for adventure and serendipities: Meet people, see places and go beyond frontiers. As we make friends along the Silk Road we advance cultural understanding and global peace.

We'd like to express our appreciation for all the people who helped us: The gay Dutch, the Thai policeman, Germanwings for the VDB, Hennessy Hammocks for the awesome hammocks, the CouchSurfers, our Mama and Papa, our friends Felix, Dany & Robert, Craig's Malaysian family and anybody who made this trip possible.

Some people ask: "What comes next?" ... Well, perhaps 'Urban Tourism in the Bronx', 'Parachuting over North Korea' or 'Riding through Mongolia with only a donkey and a fridge'.

Taking and Giving

More than 7000 kilometers we enjoyed so much luck, love, fun and hospitality together with people from all walks of life. We want to show our appreciation by donating a part of our Germanwings gift to places in need:

The Horn of Africa is experiencing the biggest humanitarian crisis ever. More than 12 million people desperately need help. Water. Medicine. Vaccination. Food. Care. Safety.

"1 € can buy 1 week nutrition for 1 person."

Another cause we want to support is the protection of human rights. Every human on earth should enjoy all the rights enshrined in the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. Amnesty can fight for the rights of people along our road, free human rights activists in Iran, insist on freedom of peaceful assembly in Malaysia, support the victims of Bhopal and give a voice to the Kurdish minority in Turkey.

"Human rights. We protect them. They protect us."

Thank You. Danke. teşekkürler.   शुक्रिया.   با تشکر از شما.   ขอบคุณคุณ.   terima kasih.

Bündnis Entwicklung Hilft
Konto 51 51
Bank für Sozialwirtschaft
BLZ 370 205 00
Kennwort: ARD/Ostafrika
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Amnesty International

Konto 80 90 100

Bank für Sozialwirtschaft

BLZ 370 205 00

www.amnesty.de/

Thailand Summary

McFlurry Oreo & Immigration

Der Geschäftsmann aus Bangkok scheint sich nicht wirklich in Hat Yai - der südlichsten Großstadt in Thailand - auszukennen. Na gut - Ich habe auch vergessen zu überlegen, wo lang es weiter geht. Ich hab mich noch nicht für einen der beiden Grenzübergänge entschieden. Naja - erst man rauskommen aus dieser Stadt voller Staus. Übrigens bin ich hier laut Medien wieder in einer Todeszone (!). Tatsächlich leben hier aber viele nette Menschen seit in Frieden - zumindest seit mehreren Monaten schon gab es keine Bombenanschläge.

Mehrere Pick-up-Busse bringen much kostenfrei weiter Richtung Süden. In den Vorstädten von Hat Yai hisse ich zum ersten Mal meine kleine malaysische Flagge. Die vorbeifahrenden lachen darüber. Leider sind die wenigsten malaysische Autos. Ich bin aufgeregt, bald wieder Malaysisch zu sprechen.

Da … ein dickes, schnelles Auto hält an. Yahya lacht mich an - noch unwissend, dass wir ab jetzt Malaysisch sprechen werden. Er hat in Malaysia studiert, ist Muslim und wohnt auf der thailändischen Seite einer der Grenzstädte. Yahya ist begeistert und lädt mich zu sich nach Hause ein. Leider lehne ich ab, denn ich möchte  noch im Hellen ankommen.

Der Grenzort Bukit Ayer Hitam ist lebendig und bunt: Viele zollfreie Läden, viele Prostituierte, viele Kontaktleute für zwielichtige Geschäfte und viele LKWs. Bevor ich zur Immigration gehe, haue ich noch die letzten thailändischen Bahts auf den Kopf: Ein paar Souvenirs und jaaaaa … ein McFlurry Oreo … Mmmmmh lecka. 

Pick Ups & Buddha

I'm looking for a coffee. The Seven Eleven only sell those cold canned coffees. I need a coffee that energizes me for this day. Krabi town looks like all towns on the Malay peninsula: Wide straight roads through between square shoplot blocks. One KFC. One McD. Many Seven Es.

Aaaaaah finally… there is a street stall. After the coffee I start thumbing. Difficult since it's rush hour. Most people want to go to work fast. A guy wants to help me and explains one of the modified pickup busses to help out. It's a short lift to the next junction. From here I get several short lifts with people that can't really speak English … always in pick-ups.

Pick-ups seem to be the no. 1 vehicle for southern Thailand. I enjoy the rides with Bon to Trang, with a group of female teachers to a private school half way to Phattalung, with two guys to the highway junction, with a couple to near Hat Yai and a salesman from Bangkok to Hat Yai city center.

These were the highlights: The couple Wit and bunya laughed as we found out that there where three different religions in the car. Some minutes later a member of the royal family was escorted passed us in a group of black Benz cars and police motos. Another surprising moment: As we go passed a temple on a road pass Ning lifts his hands from the steering wheel to honor the place with a 'Sawadee Gesture' - while driving!!!

Better I pray too: 6000++ kms without seat belt, on the back of pick-ups and high-speed mountain lifts deserves appreciation to any god: Be it Krishna, Buddha or Allah.

Pocket Money & Ignorant Policeman

My Hennessy in Krabi.

I have just hitchhiked a tourist bus. Since it's bound for Phuket they dropped me on the junction for Krabi.

It's darkening already as I stroll about the market and ask a pick-up owner to take me. He is shy and apparently not going really far. Others board the back of the pick-up. People run around the market to help me. Finally a woman approaches me and wants to give me money. First I decline but after the third 'no' it's better to accept. It happened so many times now, that people want to give me money for a bus. The people around stop a public bus and tell the driver to give me a lift. Well I'm fine with that because I can relax a bit.

In Krabi I get a lift with a local police officer in his private car. He doesn't care at all about traffic rules speeding passed red traffic lights and through low speed-zones. What ever … finally I have reached Krabi. It's full of tourists. I ask some about the nearby beach Ao Menang. A Dutch couple gives me some useful information but in the end I enjoy hanging out with four young Germans in the local street market.

As it starts raining I'm stuck in town. I use the free wifi in a bar to write some posts. At around 1 o'clock I set up my hammock in a small park by the seaside to catch up with sleep.

Die Polizei - mein Freund und Helfer

Ladefläche eines Pick-Ups bei 120 km/h

Ich bin glücklich. Gerade habe ich eine Durian gegessen. Das ist diese Stachelfrucht, die vor allem in Malaysia und Thailand gegessen wird. Im Ausland kennt man sie vielleicht auch unter dem Namen 'Stinkfrucht'. Wobei sie meiner Meinung nach natürlich nicht stinkt, sondern duftet. Nach dem Essen stinkt man leider selbst nach Durian. Deshalb überlege ich, ob es schwierig wird, einen Lift zu bekommen. Weit gefehlt: Eine Mutter deutet auf die Ladefläche ihres Pickups. Es windet stark und schließlich verdunkelt sich der Himmel. Dann beginnt es zu schütten. Schnell schmeiß ich meinen Rucksack in den toten Winkel hinter der Fahrerkabine. Wir halten an. Anscheinend hat die Family Mitleid mit mir. Ich ziehe für ein paar Kilometer ins trockene Cockpit.

In einem Dorf auf der Hauptstraße nach Krabi und Phuket steige ich aus. Die Familie stellt mich der lokalen Polizei vor … die kein Englisch spricht. Irgendwie schaffen wir es trotzdem ein paar Informationen auszutauschen.

Der Polizist besteht darauf seine komplette Macht auszuüben:

Er hält einen Überlandbus an und wechselt ein paar Worte mit der Schaffnerin und dm Fahrer. Alle lachen. Sekunden später sitze ich umringt von Touristen im Bus nach Phuket. Ich genieße es, zum ersten mal heute, vernünftiges Englisch zu sprechen.

Neben mir sitzt ein Israeli. In der ganzen Welt trifft man dauernd reisende junge Israelis. Fast immer haben sie gerade erst ihren Militärdienst abgeschlossen und wollen verständlicherweise nun die Welt erkunden. Eric beklagt sich über diesen Militärdienst. Er gönnt sich nun vier Wochen Party, Bier und Strand in Thailand. An einer Kreuzung bedeutet mir die Schaffnerin auszusteigen. Tatsächlich: Wir sind an der Kreuzung mit der Küstenstraße.

Durian finally!

Bar and his bro just dropped me at a gas station outside Chumpon. A rich guy accepts to bring me some kilometers further. But our ride comes to a complete stop as I see a pickup load of Durian at the road side: "Please stop here!" After the hassle of language barrier I finally hold my first Thai Durian in my hands - well not really, since the Queen of fruits is possibly not only the tastiest but also the most spiky fruit!

Ao Menang Sunrise

Nach einer durchwachsenen Nacht mit viel Hundegebell konnte ich dann doch noch vier Stunden durchschlafen. Ich habe meinen Wecker extra auf 5:30 Uhr gestellt. Es lohnt sich: Vor mir erlebe ich einen wunderschönen Sonnenaufgang. Noch bin ich der einzige auf dem Strand. Als es heller wird, packt mich nochmal kurz die Nervosität: Der Schutz der Nacht ist jetzt weg.  Hoffentlich kommt kein missgelaunter Soldat und verscheucht mich. Aber im Gegenteil: Die ersten sind nette Jogger. Wir grüßen uns.

Als es bereits ganz hell ist gehe ich duschen - also in den Golf von Thailand.

Nach einer Weile tauchen auch noch ein paar einheimische Kinder auf, die ihr Englisch ausprobieren. Ich verabschiede mich.



Dann beginnt die Trampzeit - so früh wie nie zuvor. Abermals fahren wir über die Runway des Militärflugplatzes. Tong lässt mich in Prachuap am Nord-Sud-Highway raus. Perfekt! Naja - ich stehe eine halbe Stunde! So lange wie noch nie! Dann spricht mich ein Thai hinter mir in gebrochenem, aber verständlichem Englisch an. Mit Bar und seinem Bruder fahre ich in deren LKW bis nach Chumpon mit. Ein gutes Stück auf dem Weg nach Krabi!

Lift with Military Police. Wow.

Lu Pot (name changed) is apparently the highest rank officer of the group of military police personnel. They notice me wandering about the beach. Lu offers his help. As he inspires confidence I tell him my needs. He's willing to help. After a short blah with his colleges he asks me to jump in the police car.

It's a short two km hop to a camp site. The old guy at the reception asks for 50 Thai baths. I tell my story. Lu repeats:

"No money? You like Backpacker correct?!" 

– "Extreme backpacker!"

We see a smile on the the reception guy and he shows me two trees for my Hennessy. Lu leaves me and I can merely manage to take a decent shot of the car. Usually policemen are not allowed to be photographed and I sense that I'm actually not allowed to take any photos on military territory. It's called Area Wing 5. I enjoy a very special sunset with a maximum horizon-to-horizon rainbow.

My first police car lift (police car on the road, left).

Good morning Thailand. Sunrise wakes me up in my Hennessy.

As I set up my hammock Lu comes back: "Hey Krag. You remember me? I come back because I have to see. Eeeeh. Do you have passport? You know better for me. Better for you. Better for Area Wing 5." He takes a shot with his mobile and we exchange mail addresses. From our conversation I think that if I was hungry, he'd take me to a restaurant. The people are so friendly!

I fall asleep. What a gorgeous place to fall asleep. Thank you Thailand!

With Beer to Samut Sakhon

Beer and Craig.

No - U remember correctly - I don't like beer! But in his case I like beer!

"Getting out of Bangkok seems to be a suicidal idea for a hitchhiker."

The city is full of highways that are off your limits and BKK is full of taxis that make your task more difficult. Anyways if you use three different means of public transport you can easily get to he beginning of the Rama 2-highway bound for southern Thailand.

"I stood on the most stupid place a hitchhiker could go."

I toppled my own advice to others who want to try thumbing: I was barely visible for the fast cars and there was no real space to stop. But luckily Beer saw me and did a U-turn five kilometers down the highway to pick me up. Thanks beer! Yes! His name was Beer. A young tax officer from Bangkok. He took me 25 kilometers to Samut Nakhon and dropped me next to two police officers. Good to know: Don't try to thumb up rides next to police! I even saw one car escaping from the officers who had ordered him to stop. Wow!

Bangkok Prison Choir

As Phil is busy with his work I go explore Thailand's capital on my own. After having visited the megacities of Istanbul, Teheran and Mumbai - to name just a few - I can't really describe the size of Bangkok. Let's put it this way: It's really big! I leave the MTR station and stumble over a huge golden Buddhist pagoda. I don't have any guide. So how can I know it's the famous Golden Buddha temple. I love the decoration and architecture. No wonder Thailand is one of the premier tourist destinations in Asia.





Further down the road I take a glimpse of a backlane market. Obviously I try to find Durian - to no a avail. It's this thorny fruit that definitely makes me come more often to the Malay Peninsula. Anyways I will find the Queen of Fruits sooner than later.

The beauty of the Grand Palace wows me just as another pagoda next to it. At this point I notice that Bangkok is really full of tourists and western people. In the morning the metro was packed with business men from all over the world and now the tourists sometimes outnumber the Thais on the road - and not only in a small area. I love the road atmosphere and the food stalls along the way remind me of Malaysia. I'm getting closer!

Now I want to see at least once in my lifetime the world known Kao San Road - the Backpackers Mekka and site of many movie scenes such as 'Hangover'. It's not as bad as in India but still many people (surprisingly Indians!) here ...

... try to fool you. The most frank instance: "Hey there, you're lucky man!"

Trust me! You do not want to be the lucky man! Try to escape! Kao San in plain English: colorful advertisement illumination, Asia's Mallorca, reggae, beer flatrates, overpriced souvenirs, Indians (yes!) and Thai massage.



I head to the ferry pier to go back to the metro. The monsoon meets its name as the rain falls in sheets when I board the long-tail boat. It takes longer than expected. Back at Phil's office he's so kind to give me his emergency clothes to replace my wet summer outfit. We take a short walk to he Thailand cultural center - the venue for the Christian Prison Choir Bangkok. It's amazing that even the nice of the king - a member of the royal (!) family - is attending a choir of drug addicts and criminals, organized by a Christian missionary in a mostly Buddhist country!

The choir is awesome, the philharmonic orchestra interior majestic and the celebration of the royal family most authentic: All Thais are awestricken as the representative of the royal family enters the hall - of course ...

...he's not x-rayed and his bag not checked ;-)

In her speech  the show master emphasizes that the missionary did quite some good in recruiting inmates even if they could barely sing. I found the acoustic performance great, the dancing just fair. We blame on the lack of practice opportunities for men and women together. In contrast to Thailand's sexy image and also in contrast to the sexy Thai fashion style (Women go to work in hot pants!) the society is really conservative: I didn't see people kissing in public. I didn't even see couples holding hands or just any symbol of being couple!

Of course I don't know what's happening behind closed doors ;-)

Back to the concert: The show master underlines the importance of care for the inmates' children. The missionary is raising funds for a new building. Before going home we have a nice dinner together with two Thai friends. I'm doing badly at finishing up the extra spicy papaya salad. Phil's doing great at his Thai karaoke performance.

The restaurant is partying hard as he hits the beats of a traditional schmalzy song.

Our Route - Built for Serendipities

We want to give everybody a short insight on our route. As you know hitchhiking is not something tightly scheduled or planned, so we might diverge from our track to other places and serendipities from time to time.

Our quest is really tough and we know that some will think: "What? - from Turkey to India in three weeks and then on to Malaysia?" Let's face it: We will be traveling in mostly developed countries so that the roads should be pretty ok and hitchhiking a fast means of transport. In big cities we try to find CouchSurfers. At sites of lush nature we camp.

Why are we forced to skip Pakistan and Myanmar? It's about political and infrastructural reasons and at the end of the day also our holiday time slot! The idea about this trip emerged six weeks before our departure: It's nuts to think you can get the visa from these four countries in this time frame. See our post on visas for more. Today the silkroad is possibly the toughest route you can travel - not in terms of transport but concerning the political circumstances. In plain English: 20 years ago, it would have been easier to travel this route. Over and over again Craig talked with the Pakistan embassy, scanned the Internet for advice and called people who managed to get an overland visa for Pakistan before. The result: If you have loads of time for organizing things (which we don't apparently) and if and only if you have connections with somebody at the Pakistan embassy you might be given a overland visa after weeks. Pakistan only issues visa if you can show a valid return air ticket. Another reason against Pakistan: it had meant five days of desert only! I think now you can understand why we skip Pakistan. Myanmar is another story. This country is essentially locked up for hitchhikers: No borders with Bangladesh or India. Once we have more time we'll come to these nice countries definitely!

"silkroad & highway, desert & rainforest, laid-back village & bustling Megalopolis."

Coming back to our route: We'll stay longer at special places and autostop approximately five hours on hitching days. We hit the road in Germany to thumb it to Stuttgart airport. But only in Istanbul the project really starts: After some days at the Bosporus (possibly Ankara) and camping around Cappadocia we'll enter Anatolia ;-) Then crossing the dusty Turkey-Iran border at Esendere moving towards Tabriz, Teheran and then the historic cities of Isfahan and Shiraz in a hot desert plain. From there - owed to above reasons - we'll catch a flight to Delhi. The route for the 1200++ kilometers to Mumbai is not fixed yet. From India Craig is going to skip Myanmar for Thailand. From there the last leg leads to Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia through lush rainforests. With approximately 8500 km (shortest route) we're going to cover close to 70% of a true overland route.

"Surfing Iran, hitching Anatolia & camping jungle."

I hope that gives you an idea.

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