The Tramprennen 2016 is over and still after three weeks and a lot of hitchhiking after our arrival in Tsigov Chark we can hardly find words to describe what happened during the past weeks, which felt more like months, between Halle, Freising, Leutkirch, Innsbruck and Tsigov Chark.
Thousands of encouters, exchange in all its forms: with an Albatross, Raki or Palinka, cursing at the spot or through the discussion about European immigration policies in the car; emotions, joy, frustration, joy, desperation, even more joy, memories, challenges, disturbances, motivation, touching stories- the usual craziness, you experience when you dare to trust to chance and travel across Europe for two weeks just with your thumb and a group of freaks.
The pictures of the arrival at the destination have already etched themselves so deep in our memory that they will probably stay there forever. The moment when really everybody arrived, when the last team drove the car across the finish line by themselves, the endless amount of backpacks on the side of the road, a huge make-out zone, a cop, who couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the guy from the food-truck, who sold over 200 pizzas and took even more videos of the joyfully smiling hippies, freaks, doctors, students, engineers, musicians, people out-of-work…. Moments that were incredible, just good and amazing, moments when hospitality and helpfulness met openness and thankfulness and suddenly the world seemed to be a place where you actually want to live.
The next day at the lake was filled with 30 new haircuts, babys (maybe), tattoos, stories, thougths, weird stuff, the final ceremony which was just wonderful, a facebook-livestream that showed more of the sky than of Tue but it managed to transport a small portion of the hippie-shit into the world. The hippie-shit that we celebrated until early in the morning around the fire and everywhere else in Tsigov Chark.
The next morning, when the owner and other people around the campsite are amazed by our group and the whole event, when basically no trash gets left behind, when even without any control everybody paid for the campsite, when slowly everybody hits the road again to continue hitchhiking in different directions but still around 30 hitchhikers stay to have a barbecue together and peacefully enjoy the last Albatross, while a 70-years-old really nice cyclist from Switzerland, who is currently travelling from the Northern Cape to South Africa the only person is that throws up everywhere (don’t worry, he was fine the next morning), everything is just f*cking amazing.
This year again the Tramprennen was a unique platform for great and random stuff, for things that are too crazy to be shown in movies, for new friendships, for hippieshit and thousands of other things, at least that’s the way we think about it. It was not the perfect planning of some event manager that made all of this possible, but all of you. So all the people that participated in some way in the Tramprennen 2016! Over 150 hitchhikers on six different routes, that all created a unique and special Tramprennen themselves, at least 2000 drivers, who didn’t drive past the few freaks that were standing on the roadside, but stopped and opened their doors, placed their trust in us and helped us in difficult situations and enriched our experience significantly, all the hosts from the family of the mayor to a group of squatters or normal people, that offered a place to stay for 25 or even 50 people and overwhelmed us with their hospitality. Among all the joy, the exchange and the amazing experience an unbelievable large amount of money was collected. This would not have been possible without the 460 wonderful sponsors, the money can now be used for extremely important projects.
And there we are with an unbelievable record of donations: never in almost ten years of Tramprennen have we ever collected more money than this year… 18,500 Euros (!!!), which will benefit the two organizations Viva con Agua and PRO ASYL. All of this and all of you is amazing we are overwhelmed by your support and still struggle to find the right words. The money is needed by both associations the specific purpose will be, at least that’s the plan, published on our blog in the next weeks.
We will not forget the moments when drivers were upset about refugees and immigrants and perpetuated all the stereotypes and we told them about our intentions to open borders to fight for a dignified life for all asylum seekers and that those drivers supported us and our intentions through their act of helpfulness. This was, despite the lousy situation, somehow satisfying.
But still we were shocked by all the prejudices we were confronted with. Prejudices against Gypsies, Refugees, Muslims, and so on. The justification of these prejudices, even though it was dull and hollow, was not easy to straighten out, but, when critical questioned, uncovered as simple scaremongering. We won’t give up hope that all our encounters and all the exchanges, the discussions and the meeting of new people and cultures will someday help to carry open-minded and tolerant views into the world.
Next to all these negative and among all the positive experiences there were also this year concrete racist and sexist actions, that participants of the Tramprennen had to experience. It is important to talk about this, even though these lousy actions did not occur frequently, but already once is too many! The variety of these disgusting incidents start with teams that didn’t get taken as soon as they saw a male team-member. Really bad were situations in which hitchhikers were physically molested by drivers! Other participants were not taken hence to their appearance and had to go through rigorous checks at the borders. All these actions and negative experiences did not occur often but anywhere and anytime. This shows were society stands and how important our daily struggle against any form of discrimination is. We don’t want to underestimate these experiences or let them be covered up by all the positive that happened along our journey. We don’t want to raise doubts on our project but use these experiences to fight daily discrimination side by side with the organizations we support even stronger and more focused than before.
We draw our motivation from the countless situations in which we were met with tolerance, hospitality and helpfulness regardless of gender ethnicity or skin-color. Drivers that told us how they take matters into their own hands, help refugees and stand up against discrimination in their own countries. Again and again we met people who are open-minded, helpful and tolerant, people who actively want to change something, people who cannot understand how prejudices drive peoples apart from each other. All these people we met along the way and the amazing experiences we shared are the reason we are yet again excited to start with the preparations for Tramprennen 2017.
What is the “we” that is behind the project Tramprennen? Well, “we” is basically just a group of freaks, who learned to love the Tramprennen and decided to shape and organize it. We still lack some professionalism but be sure we put our hearts and souls into the work for Tramprennen. So please excuse, when we don’t keep a deadline, when chaos takes over, wrong shirt sizes are ordered and also excuse quite a few mistakes in our English translations. When you feel like you can and also want to support the project Tramprennen in any way, write a mail to gro.nennerpmartnull@ofni, come to the first planning-meeting the beginning of 2017 or try to contribute in other ways. If you have great ideas but no time, please tell us! We would be really happy if you Support us!
We can’t wait to stand with 20-25 crazy people on the street again and to have no idea what’s going to happen!
Your Tramprennen- 2016 Crew
Links about Tramprennen 2016:
NDR-Reports:
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/Um-die-Wette-trampen-bis-nach-Bulgarien,tramprennen102.html
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/Daumen-raus-und-hoffen-Per-Anhalter-nach-Serbien,tramprennen142.html
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/2000-Kilometer-per-Autostop-und-wieder-zurueck,tramprennen190.html
Leo’s Videoblog:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Unknown952
Antje’s Blog:
https://sternstunderacingteam.wordpress.com/
Funkhaus Europa:
https://www1.wdr.de/radio/funkhauseuropa/magazin/specials/weltweit-tramprennen-100.html
TR-advent calendar #4
/in Advent calendar, My first timeHo,ho,ho- here we go! Christmas time is coming and before we hitchhike home for Christmas (haha…) we want to present you the first Advent calendar on tramprennen.org! Every day until Christmas (or even longer) we want to present one story about the first time we used the best way to travel: hitchhiking! Have fun with the stories! And you are more than welcome to add your own experience! Just send it to gro.nennerpmartnull@ofni! Whoop,Whoop
#4: Sven: my first trip
After going to Berlin and moving into my new flat, with flatmates who were totally into hitchhiking I wanted to make my first trip on my own.
Many months passed, and I moved to Stuttgart for an internship where I learned about the hitchhiking race for Viva con Agua and the one of “abgefahren e.v.”. I wanted to participate, but I had to find someone to join me for this trip.
Finally, I’ve met a girl who was also into this kind of traveling, and I told her about the race to Romania – and she loved it, but was not sure if we can get along for two weeks and if hitchhiking is real as she imagined. So we decided to join the race of “abgefahren e.v.”
The days before the start we did a lot of preparation – getting a map, packing the backpacks and planning the trip to Augsburg – the start.
Our trip started very bumpy – we decided to thumb out of Stuttgart close to a ramp, but it began to rain very strongly, and no car stopped. After a while, we decided to leave this spot and go to a service station close to the city.
About 1 hour later we arrived at the station and luckily the rain stopped, and we didn’t get soaked while walking. We started asking, and the first person we asked took us all the way to Augsburg. He was driving to Munich with his father’s car and took even a small detour to bring us into the city. So even with the bumpy start the first day of my hitchhiking adventures – it was a good start.
All in all, it was a quiet ride, and he didn’t talk so much. He dropped us in the city center, and we met our Couchsurfing host and the other hitchhikers for a pre-party.
The next day we met at the marketplace in the center where the organizers presented the rules and the destination – Bled in Slovenia. After the starting signal, my partner and we ran to the next tramway and we went met Stephan and his hitch mate in the tramway. They also took the same route like us towards a gas station on the motorway. While we were walking and chatting, he suddenly saw a car waiting at a traffic light and asked the driver if she could bring them to the gas station which she did and we were alone again on the way to our first destination.
Half an hour later we reached the station and saw how Stephan just got a ride and left, and we started asking the drivers. It took ages until we were finally on the road with the staff manager of a big company. We had the chance to talk a lot about the unconditional basic income and at some point his wife called, and he told her that he has visitors. She greeted us, and the drive continues.
He dropped us at the Austrian Border where we nearly instantly got the next car. A driver who will bring us all the way to the last service station close to Villach – my personal nemesis. He was a businessman visiting his wife in Italy, and he told us a lot about driving in Austria, and he was extremely proud of his car, but besides of this no fascinating stories.
When we arrived in Villach, we already saw a lot of the hitchhikers of our group and thought that we might get a lift after a while – but this was a total misconception. While running from car to car and asking, more and more people arrived and the station got super crowded of hitchhikers – some went down to the motorway and tried to get a lift, others asked the right cars and got a lift.
At some point, one of the stranded hitchhikers started to give up and tried to find a place to sleep – when he returned he found a fantastic spot to sleep, and it began to get dark, so we went down there and set up a camp, bought some beer and started cooking some meal. It was an extraordinary place to camp, and it didn’t look at all like an emergency camping.
The next morning we started with coffee and some of our group decided to go down and try to hitchhike on the street there, and we went back up. Because of the stress from yesterday the owner of the station was quite pissed, so we were not allowed to ask in front of the station and had to give it a shot at the parking lot.
A couple of hours later we gave finally up and got a taxi to a parking 20 km further. This one was unfortunately deserted and for ages no car arrived. At some point we even were so desperate that we wanted to cross the Alps on foot – we already checked the maps and prepared water when the first one got a lift – which gave us hope, and we tried it again. 30 minutes later we managed to get a lift to the exit where the camping lot was, and we finally could continue our trip. While driving towards the tunnel, we realized how stupid the idea of climbing this mountain range was.
After leaving the car, we decided to walk a bit but made a sign with the camping ground. After 10 minutes a car stopped and picked us up and finally brought us to the stop where we met the rest of the race except those who got also stranded. We made it at least first from the second-day groups. After pitching my tent and getting some beer, I started talking with the other folks and everyone’s stories made me full of anticipation of making more trips.
Despite these unlucky beginning of my hitchhiking “career”, I continued and had dozens of trips to several countries which makes me very happy. I’ve made friends on my trips and had great times.
TR-Advent Calendar #3
/in Advent calendar, My first timeHo,ho,ho- here we go! Christmas time is coming and before we hitchhike home for Christmas (haha…) we want to present you the first Advent calendar on tramprennen.org! Every day until Christmas (or even longer) we want to present one story about the first time we used the best way to travel: hitchhiking! Have fun with the stories! And you are more than welcome to add your own experience! Just send it to gro.nennerpmart@ofni! Whoop,Whoop!
#3 – Alexandra
When I was 17, two other girls and I had a sleepover at a friend’s house, which was quite far out. In the morning his mother prepared some delicious breakfast for us and afterwards we went to the bus station. As we arrived we noticed the bus was going very unregularly and I remember us not even having enough money for the ride. We didn’t feel like hanging out there too long so we went back to our friends’. His mother though was really angry at us and wanted to rest. A little shocked we then went back to the station and decided to try hitchhiking. None of us ever hitchhiked before and we didn’t believe to get away quickly being in the country side and also being three people, looking like a bunch of tatty hippies. Astonishing quickly a friendly driver stopped for us and brought us to the city centre. There we got out being happy about our first successfull hitchhike ever!
TR-Advent Calendar #2
/in Advent calendar, My first timeHo,ho,ho- here we go! Christmas time is coming and before we hitchhike home for Christmas (haha…) we want to present you the first Advent calendar on tramprennen.org! Every day until Christmas (or even longer) we want to present one story about the first time we used the best way to travel: hitchhiking! Have fun with the stories! And you are more than welcome to add your own experience! Just send it to gro.nennerpmart@ofni! Whoop,Whoop!
#1 – Mossa Nova
Mossa Nova , or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the (H)itch
I can taste it. The dust of the street whirling up by cars passing by. Standing next to the gas station somewhere in the Netherlands right after the German border. It was one of those days; those long and hard days, not because of physical action but full of mental effort. Most likely my company through the day is one of the mentionable reasons. A dutch man brought us here and against the will of everybody in his car, he couldn’t repress his affinity to Dutch and German Schlager. 7 hours long.
Additionally a giant is my travel mate. He’s half of 12 year old child and half of a moody bear, combined with an IQ of 120. You could say he is like a box of fertilizer, fruitful ground for the biggest days in your life, but mixed with the wrong ingredients and circumstances he can blow up every second. We call him Ludevicious.
Back to the gas station. I rather would like to tell you that we are standing there just for refilling the fuel. Unfortunately we have a mission. The mission to arrive in Breda, small Dutch town 200 kilometers away. And now we see the dusk. Okay no pressure but we have to hurry a bit. Setting up a grin. I button up my shirt. Pulling the hair out of my face. “ Hallo Sir, can I ask you a question?”. A face without expression is looking at me. “Maybe you drive in the direction of Eindhoven and we can join you for this distance” There it was the expression I missed in the first place: Simple Fear. An intense head shaking was the answer. Not one spoken word.
Why I am doing this? Getting rejected 8 times in a row sucks, especially when you see a person only every 15 minutes. Right now I feel already like an insect, like a bloodsucker, somebody who is taking only advantage of modest and honorable citizen. How can I dare to get them out of their small incognito bubble.
Most of the time I got the same reaction. One step back, the mouth half open for giving a short and quick answer and the eyes going up and down to check this alien, who or which HAS NO CAR!?!?!? A few were nice, but still not nice enough, nevertheless I have to mention it otherwise the bad conscience would take me down and I would lose all my hardly earned hitchhike karma points.
Then it starts. A quiet mumbling getting louder and louder. A scream comes to my ear. Not now. The bomb is exploding. But wait when it comes closer, this guy is not crying, he is cheering.
A rush goes through my body. “ Whats up???” I shout with the breaking and insecure voice of a teenager, only waiting for one sign. Thumb up or Thumb down.
And I love this little sausage, sticking on his hand, showing right up in the sky.
Grabing the bags, our tiny melons,the guitar, fixing the false moustache and running to the car like mother rang the bell on Christmas Eve. I knew it. He is back again.
The Spirit of A Good Hitch.
TR-Advent Calendar #1
/in Advent calendar, My first timeHo,ho,ho- here we go! Christmas time is coming and before we hitchhike home for Christmas (haha…) we want to present you the first Advent calendar on tramprennen.org! Every day until Christmas (or even longer) we want to present one story about the first time we used the best way to travel: hitchhiking! Have fun with the stories! And you are more than welcome to add your own experience! Just send it to gro.nennerpmartnull@ofni! Whoop,Whoop!
#1 – Franzi
When I think about my first hitchhiking experience, I seriously wonder: Why am I still on the road!? Everything that could possibly go wrong went wrong!
Never, ever before had I stood beside the road with my thumb stretched out, waiting for someone (whom I don’t know) to give me a lift. Means of transportation had always been the bus, the train, a friends or parents car – well, the usual stuff.
Although, I’ve always been tempted to give it a try… But cautionary and daunting comments (always by people who never did it, of course) about how dangerous that would be discouraged me to do it. After a long time of struggling the decision for summer 2015 was made:
Tramprennen – Here I come! Let’s go to Albania, with a guy I haven’t met before!
I could already hear my friends say: Are you insane? Did you at least attend some kind of a self-defense course? – I didn’t even bother telling my family.
Let’s get started – yaaay!
By drawing one of the routes we got the one named ‘Schnatterinchen’. Our first task was to hitchhike all the way from Vienna to Osijek, a smaller town in the East of Croatia. “Shouldn’t be that hard!”-I thought. Highly motivated I went to the hitchhiking spot with that guy, I got to know the previous day. I had never heard of Hitchwiki nor other nice little helpers and I had no map – so I was “perfectly” equipped. But no one could have stopped me and my optimism.
According to the others, there were two possibilities to get to Croatia: heading to Graz first or to Budapest. Not fully agreeing on everything we decided to just join the first person that would take us to the highway, regardless of the direction. In the end, the direction was Graz… after a whole hour of waiting. 600 km instead of 400 km? – Doesn’t matter. It’s going to be okay!
At the first gas station on the highway, we found a Polish guy that could have taken us quite a bit closer to our destination. The driver behind him obviously had something against that and crashed into our lift after only 10 meters. Damn! Should we get out and look for a new car or wait for the police? The driver preferred it if we left and to had gotten someone new, which we did after a short time of asking around.
So after some longer stops at Austria’s beautiful highway gas stations we got stuck at about 6 pm with 5 other hitchhikers at a gas station a few kilometers before Maribor in Slovenia. No cars in sight, still hundreds of kilometers ahead of us and we were hungry – time to search for a place to sleep! Didn’t reach the destination? Well, that happens. At least we weren’t alone.
A nice Slovenian guy offered us to put up our tents in his garden and spend the night with a bunch of slugs. But he offered us some self-made wine! Hvala! J
Next morning: Motivated as f***! Let’s rock the way to Osijek! The first setback awaited us at a gas station on the highway before Zagreb. After 2 hours of waiting the only guy who wanted to take usto the East planned to take off at 3 am.
“I got the blues”
// Why the hell are people even hitchhiking? What’s so great about not seeing anything of the countryside? Or only getting to stay at annoying, smelly gas stations? Or more and more desperately asking for rides? Are you all nuts? I need some chocolate… //
A really nice bus driver that probably observed us for some time offered us a ride to the city center. “Everything is better than staying here,” we thought and said yes to his offer. “Maybe some other possibilities will arise later…” To demonstrate that there are also nice Croatians he bought us some coffee and we had a little chit-chat.
Surprise! Getting out of the center of a bigger city by hitchhiking is as probable as … well, there is no reasonable comparison that comes to my mind right now. But it was hopeless. It was time to check the internet’s omniscience. Here you are – Hitchwiki! A website solely about hitchhiking? Crazy! There was even a description of a spot, which should be perfect for getting from Zagreb to Osijek. They mentioned a waiting time of 10 minutes to get a lift. Perfect – Let’s go!
Waiting time? Don’t you dare! After several spot changes: traffic lights – gas station – traffic lights: the next blues kicked in. No one wanted or could pick us up.
Since it got darker and we were so desperate and didn’t want to stay there, we decided to just walk the 10 kilometers to the toll station of the highway. Great idea. Until I found a driver and convinced him to take us to Slavonski Brod and to prevent him from falling asleep.
At the gas station before Slavonski Brod hitchhiking was over. Although we asked a lot of people if they can give us a ride during the night, it didn’t make any difference. On the next day the others of our route would be already on their way to Serbia. So we told them we wouldn’t make it but we’d meet them at the next destination. We tried to go to sleep, got a map (how clever!) and hoped for the best for the next day.
As we were told 2 weeks later on the lake side of Lake Shkodra, not reaching the destination on the second day at the first stage didn’t happen to any other team in the Tramprennen’s history.
But yup, still at the end we made it to Albania. We had the best time we could have ever thought of, with a bunch of great people and while visiting beautiful places.
And yup, I am still hitchhiking (whenever it’s possible) because it is the most terrific way of traveling and being part of the lives of the people you meet along the way, if only just for a short period of time.
Tramprennen 2016 is over
/in News, Tramprennen 2016The Tramprennen 2016 is over and still after three weeks and a lot of hitchhiking after our arrival in Tsigov Chark we can hardly find words to describe what happened during the past weeks, which felt more like months, between Halle, Freising, Leutkirch, Innsbruck and Tsigov Chark.
Thousands of encouters, exchange in all its forms: with an Albatross, Raki or Palinka, cursing at the spot or through the discussion about European immigration policies in the car; emotions, joy, frustration, joy, desperation, even more joy, memories, challenges, disturbances, motivation, touching stories- the usual craziness, you experience when you dare to trust to chance and travel across Europe for two weeks just with your thumb and a group of freaks.
The pictures of the arrival at the destination have already etched themselves so deep in our memory that they will probably stay there forever. The moment when really everybody arrived, when the last team drove the car across the finish line by themselves, the endless amount of backpacks on the side of the road, a huge make-out zone, a cop, who couldn’t believe what he was seeing, the guy from the food-truck, who sold over 200 pizzas and took even more videos of the joyfully smiling hippies, freaks, doctors, students, engineers, musicians, people out-of-work…. Moments that were incredible, just good and amazing, moments when hospitality and helpfulness met openness and thankfulness and suddenly the world seemed to be a place where you actually want to live.
The next day at the lake was filled with 30 new haircuts, babys (maybe), tattoos, stories, thougths, weird stuff, the final ceremony which was just wonderful, a facebook-livestream that showed more of the sky than of Tue but it managed to transport a small portion of the hippie-shit into the world. The hippie-shit that we celebrated until early in the morning around the fire and everywhere else in Tsigov Chark.
The next morning, when the owner and other people around the campsite are amazed by our group and the whole event, when basically no trash gets left behind, when even without any control everybody paid for the campsite, when slowly everybody hits the road again to continue hitchhiking in different directions but still around 30 hitchhikers stay to have a barbecue together and peacefully enjoy the last Albatross, while a 70-years-old really nice cyclist from Switzerland, who is currently travelling from the Northern Cape to South Africa the only person is that throws up everywhere (don’t worry, he was fine the next morning), everything is just f*cking amazing.
This year again the Tramprennen was a unique platform for great and random stuff, for things that are too crazy to be shown in movies, for new friendships, for hippieshit and thousands of other things, at least that’s the way we think about it. It was not the perfect planning of some event manager that made all of this possible, but all of you. So all the people that participated in some way in the Tramprennen 2016! Over 150 hitchhikers on six different routes, that all created a unique and special Tramprennen themselves, at least 2000 drivers, who didn’t drive past the few freaks that were standing on the roadside, but stopped and opened their doors, placed their trust in us and helped us in difficult situations and enriched our experience significantly, all the hosts from the family of the mayor to a group of squatters or normal people, that offered a place to stay for 25 or even 50 people and overwhelmed us with their hospitality. Among all the joy, the exchange and the amazing experience an unbelievable large amount of money was collected. This would not have been possible without the 460 wonderful sponsors, the money can now be used for extremely important projects.
And there we are with an unbelievable record of donations: never in almost ten years of Tramprennen have we ever collected more money than this year… 18,500 Euros (!!!), which will benefit the two organizations Viva con Agua and PRO ASYL. All of this and all of you is amazing we are overwhelmed by your support and still struggle to find the right words. The money is needed by both associations the specific purpose will be, at least that’s the plan, published on our blog in the next weeks.
We will not forget the moments when drivers were upset about refugees and immigrants and perpetuated all the stereotypes and we told them about our intentions to open borders to fight for a dignified life for all asylum seekers and that those drivers supported us and our intentions through their act of helpfulness. This was, despite the lousy situation, somehow satisfying.
But still we were shocked by all the prejudices we were confronted with. Prejudices against Gypsies, Refugees, Muslims, and so on. The justification of these prejudices, even though it was dull and hollow, was not easy to straighten out, but, when critical questioned, uncovered as simple scaremongering. We won’t give up hope that all our encounters and all the exchanges, the discussions and the meeting of new people and cultures will someday help to carry open-minded and tolerant views into the world.
Next to all these negative and among all the positive experiences there were also this year concrete racist and sexist actions, that participants of the Tramprennen had to experience. It is important to talk about this, even though these lousy actions did not occur frequently, but already once is too many! The variety of these disgusting incidents start with teams that didn’t get taken as soon as they saw a male team-member. Really bad were situations in which hitchhikers were physically molested by drivers! Other participants were not taken hence to their appearance and had to go through rigorous checks at the borders. All these actions and negative experiences did not occur often but anywhere and anytime. This shows were society stands and how important our daily struggle against any form of discrimination is. We don’t want to underestimate these experiences or let them be covered up by all the positive that happened along our journey. We don’t want to raise doubts on our project but use these experiences to fight daily discrimination side by side with the organizations we support even stronger and more focused than before.
We draw our motivation from the countless situations in which we were met with tolerance, hospitality and helpfulness regardless of gender ethnicity or skin-color. Drivers that told us how they take matters into their own hands, help refugees and stand up against discrimination in their own countries. Again and again we met people who are open-minded, helpful and tolerant, people who actively want to change something, people who cannot understand how prejudices drive peoples apart from each other. All these people we met along the way and the amazing experiences we shared are the reason we are yet again excited to start with the preparations for Tramprennen 2017.
What is the “we” that is behind the project Tramprennen? Well, “we” is basically just a group of freaks, who learned to love the Tramprennen and decided to shape and organize it. We still lack some professionalism but be sure we put our hearts and souls into the work for Tramprennen. So please excuse, when we don’t keep a deadline, when chaos takes over, wrong shirt sizes are ordered and also excuse quite a few mistakes in our English translations. When you feel like you can and also want to support the project Tramprennen in any way, write a mail to gro.nennerpmartnull@ofni, come to the first planning-meeting the beginning of 2017 or try to contribute in other ways. If you have great ideas but no time, please tell us! We would be really happy if you Support us!
We can’t wait to stand with 20-25 crazy people on the street again and to have no idea what’s going to happen!
Your Tramprennen- 2016 Crew
Links about Tramprennen 2016:
NDR-Reports:
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/Um-die-Wette-trampen-bis-nach-Bulgarien,tramprennen102.html
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/Daumen-raus-und-hoffen-Per-Anhalter-nach-Serbien,tramprennen142.html
https://www.ndr.de/nachrichten/schleswig-holstein/2000-Kilometer-per-Autostop-und-wieder-zurueck,tramprennen190.html
Leo’s Videoblog:
https://www.youtube.com/user/Unknown952
Antje’s Blog:
https://sternstunderacingteam.wordpress.com/
Funkhaus Europa:
https://www1.wdr.de/radio/funkhauseuropa/magazin/specials/weltweit-tramprennen-100.html