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Postcards
And this road...
there is a road calling my name
I’m not too sure where this one will lead, I guess I haven’t thought it out that far
but I feel it in my toes, as they curl and tap in unsettlement
and I see it in my thumb as it lifts itself as if to practice the movement to come
and I wonder if through all their fear they hear my tails of excitement
and I know that something wonderful is waiting for me on that road.
Tea, Anyone?
While hitchhiking from St. Petersburg to Moscow, one of our drivers left us in this tiny Russian village along the highway: five small huts with bored women, each supported by a hot, cooking samovar on front. We couldn't stand to not get some tea before continuing.
The food was delicious and after a short break Maria and I continued our way to Moscow. We still had around 500 kilometres ahead of us this afternoon. Just minutes later a small truck stopped, with a reticent driver going all the way to our final destination. Sometimes it is fortunate to make short (tea) breaks, to let that one perfect ride catch you!
Hitchhiking to Elf-Town
Where did you say we are going to? To the Town of the Elfs, Lena said, serious but smiling frankly. We came from France hitchhiking with her dog, had stayed overnight with our driver and were on our way to Barcelona.
But first we had to follow an alternative route, leading to a special place, Lena decided. Getting off the main roads, we managed to arrive at Pueblo de los Duendes with three cars and within two hours. We stayed to enjoy this magical place in the hearth of Catalunya - a maze made out of wood - and got one ride out of there, to Barcelona.
Masaro, Hitchhiker From Japan
From Japan, I found Masaro at a petrol station in Paris. I think it is wonderful how he holds his sign. I met him first in Paris at the 888 hitchhikers gathering. He was in Paris and didn't know about the meeting at first. He came every day with his bicycle. Masaro can be found hitching in almost every country in Europe.
Under an Umbrella in Paris
Hitchhikers don't have to be hardcore travelers. Anyone with the right mind-set can do it. In Paris in August 2008 a gathering of hitchhikers attracted more than 150 persons, of which some were totally new to the act while again others had years and years of experience. Here, on the one hand we have Reese who traveled for years and years, always hitching. And then there is Zoe from South-Africa who took her first shot to arrive at the gathering, traveling with a suit-case.
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