Eating Up John Waters' 'Car Sick'

I have always adored road narratives. From Jack Kerouac’s jazz, grass and angst-infused cross-country trek or Dr. Hunter S. Thompson blazing through Barstow, there is just something so essentially American, nostalgic and honest about setting out in a car or hitchhiking with a bunch of possibly dangerous, drug-addled delinquents. Luckily, we can now add our preeminent filth elder John Waters to that list of road tales, sticking his thumb out on the side of the road for literature in his new book Carsick: John Waters Hitchhikes Across America. Unsurprisingly, I have been breathlessly anticipating Carsick since I first heard about his hitchhiking adventures in 2012. In fact, Marion and I were desperately trying to leave New York to give him...

Day 101, 102 and 103: Bulgaria to Bosnia

Hello everyone. Life is good right now. I’m in Goradze, Bosnia. It’s fucking beautiful – like New Zealand levels of beauty. I wish I could explain that better but after writing more than 50 posts I’m feeling a bit creatively strained. Here are some pics. I was supposed to hitchhike all the way to Dubrovnik, Croatia but at around 5:30 the scenery started getting ridiculous and the the World Cup was about to start. What are my priorities again? Excellent decision me. Now I’m sitting in a lighthouse like room above a hotel that looks like a 1970s interrelation of a Greek palace*. I’m watching the World Cup with some drunk Bosnian dudes. About two hours ago I thought I was high. I was sitting in a Bosnian...

Thoughts About Generosity

I decided to go to Denver so I could visit a pal.  My car had been burglarized and was awaiting replacement wheels and parts. I could not afford any other means of transportation than hitchhiking.  Anyway, in 1971, thumbing a ride was how many 19-year-olds went places.  This was a unique adventure for me, because I had always relied upon my own car. I got the idea to hitchhike a year earlier, after I had picked up another young man at the side of the road.  Was I going to Omaha? could I take him part of the way?  I was, and I did.   He told me that he was a theology student on hiatus from classes in Minnesota.  The hitchhiker claimed that he had been to South America and around Canada due to the generosity of strangers with their vehicles...

How hippie hitchhikers saw Alabama in 1973

J. Edgar Hoover and the FBI warned motorists against picking up hitchhikers in this anti-hitchhiking

The Hitchhiker

My husband and I had to take our son to a pediatric dentist yesterday.  I hadn’t planned on him going as Sunday he shut me out and I wanted to limit the amount of time he was forced to spend with me.  It ended up working out well.  Being forced to sit in a car with me for an hour there we were able to begin to hash out where the day went wrong and mend that part of our lives.   Along the trip down, I saw an older man dressed in a sock hat, jeans, and a long sleeve button shirt sitting along the highway under an enormous shade tree.  We made eye contact and I felt the pull at my heart strings.  The temperature was in the 90s with high humidity and I knew he had to be miserable.   We ran a few errands after the dentist and started the...

Come on International Community, you

Come on International Community, you know how to speak loudly when you want to!

Subi hasta la muralla China a pie, puedo caminarme medio Intag. No?

June 14, 2014 Today Martin and I left Nangulvi. Like I mentioned before, Nangulvin is this region in Intag, passing Santa Rosa and a few other small communities. So because things in Ecuador, and basically in every Latino country, work rather spontaneously and most things are improvised, we decided to leave today. We had a very hearty breakfast at the hotel- chicken with a slice of cheese and yucca. Ooop, I don’t think I’ve eaten so much in my life. Those two course meals plus juice are something else; I swear I almost cried when I saw how much food they served me during dinner last night- Martin has been eating half of my main dishes, because I really can’t despite the food being delicious. Tiempo libre Ecuatoraño es comer. Either way,...

How I travelled through Canada for only $37 per day

Before you ask, no, we didn’t sleep in the streets, sell our bodies or dumpster dive for food. We ate pretty well (most of the time), always had a roof (or tent) over our heads and had one hell of an adventure. Over 146 days we travelled mainly overland through Canada and the States; from Toronto up to Cape Breton Island in Nova Scotia, back down through Toronto to Chicago, flying from Chicago to Seattle, up to Vancouver then across to Calgary for a road trip in the Rocky Mountains. Next we explored the Shuswap Lake Region before heading to Osoyoos in the middle of Canada’s only desert. We finished our trip on Denman and Quadra Islands before flying out of Vancouver. We covered a lot of distance in the nearly 5 months we were traveling and...

All Blacks fuck yourself

Szene 14. Lukas, seit Franz-Josef (Name eines Gletschers) und dem 5.6. mein Travelbuddy und ich waren fast eine Woche in Queenstown. Mit dem ersten Daumen hielten wir in Queenstown um ca 12 Uhr Mittag ein Auto mit zwei 25-Jährigen Engländern an, die in unsere nächste, weit entfernte und umständlich erreichbare Zielstadt Dunedin (“Danniedn”) fuhren. Dieses surreale “Glück” relativiert sich in den nächsten 24 Stunden. Hier nun mein Reisetagebucheintrag, verfasst in der Dunedin Stadtbibliothek am nächsten Tag um ungefähr die gleiche Zeit, zu der das Engländer-Auto uns mitgenommen hat. Ich gebe ab an mich. “Dunedin Schlafmangel. Lukas und ich haben durchgemacht. Gezwungenermaßen. Die All Blacks spielten gegen...

$$ does not equal freedom or happiness...

A few people have contacted me asking how the heck I manage to move so much and where am I pulling all this cash from… I’ve mentioned that I’m going to efforts to eliminate money from my life entirely. I’ve read a lot of incredible books and met a lot of inspiring people across diverse cultures, am currently doing a Permaculture course and I feel like every day goes by I move closer to an understanding of how to live entirely in harmony with nature. But having been brought up in a city, there’s a LOT I still need to learn, and I understand that I’m  still quite a few years from getting to that point. So here’s how I make those few dollars in the meantime… You’ve probably seen people...

Day 96, 97 and 98: Can I hitchhike 1700km in two days?

A few months ago Honey Vader invited me to a music festival in Bulgaria. I didn’t know any of the bands or what genre of music it was but I booked a ticket anyway. - Every country has their own way to laugh at tourists right? One thing Australians like to laugh at is how many people think they can fly into Sydney and catch a bus to Uluru that afternoon. “It’s just on the other side of the island.” We’re not part of a tiny atol you ignoramus. Have fun starving on your surprise 40 hour journey across the desert. Stupid tourist. This is how I planned my trip to the music festival Oh flights to Bulgaria are really expensive. I’ll just get the cheapest flight in the area and hitchhike to Bulgaria. $39 to Brno...

Hitchhiking Through Michigan

Hitchhiking Through Michigan Next week I am taking my tribe of 13 younger (s)elves, a wolverine, a couple of teenage twins, their friend Raarri, and assorted other hitchhikers on a trip across the country. They don’t know it yet.. but they have been there before. We will take a great flying tin can a spaceship on wheels take flight through the sky, to land in the hand of Michigan. We are planning to check out our River City, and some of its inhabitants, to look up lost loves from our past, and have some great laughs. Oh, we will make photos so we can share them with all who might dare, or care to see how we spend our summer vacation hitchhiking through Michigan.   Padma Unfolding Jeanne Jennings June 14, 2014  

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