Thick As Thieves

The hills are filled with rust and gold.
It’s funny how one has a tendency to become the other, in a roundabout way.

The Miserable Hitcher

You have to be dead broke, or a romantic, to persevere.

Rules of Thumb: Tales from the Road

“This is a good spot,” I said to Lauren. The long, straight road that stretched out before us was lined by trees but still had plenty of space either side for vehicles to pull over and stop.

Hitchhiking: Blazing the Path of Life

“I was discontent . . . ,” he states. “. . . [S]o I just threw in the towel and took off.” For a South San Franciscan city boy, this was a monumental decision.

One Day I Will Go To Malmo

“I usually don’t pick up hitchhikers. But you don’t look like the usual hippie… “

Not The Average Ride

Hvor skal i hen? I asked when I opened the door of the white transporter that dared to pull over on the narrow on-ramp close to Hjørring, in North Jutland.

Hitching to Zion

I sat in the back of the speeding pickup surveying the desert in the direction the other hitchhiker was pointing. “There’s water in those mountains,” he said.

Trains and Snow

December 14th. I spent the day today on the train, another stupid decision that weighs on my morals and will further reduce the time I spend with the people I love.

Slower Than a Caveman Rolling Down a Hill

“I will ride my bicycle around the World.” With an audible power, these words drew a fantasy into the realm of possibility.

Am I Brave Enough?

My thumb was up but my knees were shaking in anticipation of what could possibly happen. It was exciting, like a first date with a girl who I admired for a long time.

Green Tunnel, Delirium and Recovery

It's my third day in the green tunnel and I'm exhausted, I see a big wall of entangled vegetation in front of me.

Ten Different Captains

In 1989/90 I sailed across the Pacific Ocean from Los Angeles to Sydney. Hitching on sailboats is easier than it sounds. I took 10 different boats, mostly on the west coast of the Americas.

Will Ferguson Updated: Winter Hitching in Japan

A ridiculously inexpensive flight from Milan to Tokyo and back, my backpack, a fluent-Japanese-speaking girlfriend wwoofing on a tropical island in southern Japan who is waiting for you (while Euro

On The Way to Odessa: The Road Is Life

The road caught us, flexible and free like a cat. Its yellow, silently smiling eyes followed us. Sooner than I realized, we were guided by the flow of the events.

The Importance of Border Stamps

Still filled with happiness in our hearts from the last ride, we walk up to the Ukrainian border guard. Hmmm, we could have known better.

A Train of Thoughts: Catching Up on Letting Go

I left Haydarpaşa a few hours ago and have been very sleepy during the first few hours of the ride. Waking up every now and then from my snooze, I would see large quays, harbour areas in the middle of nowhere and huge oil transformation complexes.

Butterflies Invading Rabbit Holes

I found him on a bar stall in Virginia, hanging from a noose strung from the moon, chattering obscurities, drunk as a skunk.

Random Acts of Trust

The sun was going down somewhere behind the rain clouds and we weren't even halfway to our destination.

Border crossing in Transnistria

Today started as early as possible. I had no time to waste. I was heading to Odesa (Ukraina) from Chisinau (Moldava) for the 789 hitchhiking festival, a trip of only 180 kilometers.

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