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Until then, I had never seen or encountered a hitchhiker before. Despite what’s been said about Filipinos being a hospitable bunch, I think we’re generally very wary of whom we let into our personal space.
We were traversing the northern mountain ranges–all eight of us in the family, cramped into our very trusty AUV–when a very crooked old lady hailed us. She was bent over nearly ninety degrees on an angle from her waist and she had a huge basket of things on her back. She was chewing on a stalk (at least I imagined she was) and, discounting her appearance, she may as well have been a cowboy, with her cool demeanor.
Usually, my dad would never, ever consider stopping for strangers, especially...
Right! Last weekend was absolutely fantastic! Strong contender for the coolest hike I’ve ever been on. We climbed up on the side of Blüemlisalp and stayed the night in the hütte (hut).
So, it didn’t play out like the original plan, i.e. hitch to Lake Oeschinnen and walk around the lake etc then hitch and climb another smaller hill (i.e. Morgenberghorn). I based this on the fact that when friends went here a few weeks ago, it was all under a foot of snow and climbing higher would be too dangerous for us wee unprepared souls. However there was no snow (mostly).
This trip was also more about the hiking than the hitching, which was nice. We hitched on Friday night to Bern, where we arrived to get free wine and cheese, then...
-Randomly helping farmers in Transylvania
-Typical Saxon village in Transylvania, now mostly inhabited by Gypsys. Complete with Soviet schoolhouse.
Fortified towers in most old Romanian towns
Away from Romania, and my final look at the Danube. The nucelar city of Ruse, Bulgaria, ahead.
Protests in Sofia
The night it got violent at the protests
politicians trying to flee in a bus. Windows getting smashed, police starting to get violent as well.
Some of the final scenes before most people started leaving
My first camping spot in Greece.
Old Roman forum in Thessaloniki
Kastoria, on my way to the Rainbow Gathering on mount Gramos
Home for a month at Rainbow...
hitchhiking in Turkey (Photo credit: mishox)
I will tell you a story and want your input. It is true although I may have overreacted. I was driving from the college where I was teaching a night class back to my home. The college is in Tampa and my home is in Winter Haven, Florida.
I take I 4 and it is about twenty five miles. About five miles into the journey I see a man, about forty hitchhiking on the side of the road. I normally do not like to pick up hitchhikers but I did. He asked for a lift to Lake land about ten miles down the road.
I thought I was doing a good deed. He asked me a few questions which for some reason I felt uncomfortable answering. All of a sudden he was an inquisitor and I felt I was under pressure to respond...
My travels through the forests of eastern Pennsylvania found me walking a quiet roadway beside a good sized river. Not the Hudson or Mississippi by any means, more like the rivers I had been raised around in Idaho—rippling along, certainly too wide, deep and swift to wade across but fine for high rubber boots and a fishing line.
The sky had cleared and I had enjoyed a rather warm, dry day on the road. As night fell I began looking and found a little flat point of land jutting toward the river. I stepped across the guardrail and rolled out my bag.
My sleeping bag was WWII surplus, a khaki canvas liner and shell stuffed with dense cotton batting. It was roomy, heavy, and rather miserable when damp, which had been a chronic condition that...
Day 14 to Day 21 – Salt Lake City, UT
Work and travel is a common dream for middle-class youth, for good reason: it lets you explore in a financially solvent manner. Work while travel (by which I mean producing while changing location at least once a week) is a rather different affair, and not one that I would recommend.
You see, I started this trip before I finished my last paper for university, reasoning that I could research and write the essay on the road. I had it all planned out: bring my laptop with me, work at McDonald’s (which has free wifi), and put in the extra hours at a couchsurfing destination. Unfortunately, these proved to be (self-)delusions.
For starters, carrying a ten-pound laptop (it’s from...
Sometimes a dream might get stuck in the orbit of reality and start spinning around it. A moon that lights up the clouds of routine and disperses them at night, shining through conversations with friends and lonely contemplation of the bedroom ceiling. It might nest so cozily in the no-mans-land between the life we live in and the one we imagine, that it could rest shyly and comfortably there for eternity. After two long years of dreaming, and fearing that our two-men caravan to the Himalayas might freeze in such position over the coming winter, we start looking for that magic radio station that tunes wishes and reality, and spend a long summer of planning, packing and bidding farewells. And at last, when the days start growing shorter our...
Sunset at the Height of Land overlook east of Mooselookmeguntic Lake
Lostnfound, Smiley, and the dog Gypsy wound up departing before the sunset. In the process of repacking they wound up with plenty of food to get off their hands – they had picked up extra food for their zero day at The Cabin but had not used some of it, including an unopened half gallon of milk. An unlikely and humourous scene unfolded as they tried getting rid of this milk by offering it to others that were stopped at the Height of Land overlook. Thru-hikers trying to give food away to folks that aren’t hikers at all is something I had neither witnessed nor heard of before, and they succeeded only in getting strange looks. I suggested we split the milk and pack away as...
Producer’s note: this story is excerpted from Reddit user sweetmercy‘s tale.
When I was 17, I didn’t have a driver’s license. (In fact, I was 36 before I did.) I walked most places, occasionally catching rides with friends, and, less occasionally, hitchhiking. The night in question was one of those seldom seen occasions when I’d decided to hitchhike, having worked late and being too exhausted to walk. Now, most of the time when I’d hitch a ride, I wouldn’t get in the car with a lone man. Only women or (rarely) men with a wife/girlfriend and/or kids in the car. This night, though, cars were few and far between and it was cold, and really (if I’m being perfectly frank), when he...
Yes, why always me? This is what I said to myself couple of time last days. I wrote that article but lost it while trying to put a picture so this is like an uptaded and short version.
God and his sons from El Salvador
I’m in La Libertad, El Salvador in that little place without water or light. It’s really time to hitchhike and leave that place. I can’t stand it longer. I start to walk about 5km to find a good spot and start to hitchhike, one hour, two hours… Nothing. It’s damn hot around here and kids are watching me like if I was an attraction. Actually I am an attraction. This isn’t bothering me but I really feel stuck somewhere I don’t want to be. Finally a pick up full of people stop for me...
The well-known French author, Albert Camus, wrote once that “what gives value to travel is fear. It is the fact that, at a certain moment, when we are so far from our own country…we are seized by a vague fear, and an instinctive desire to go back to the protection of old habits. This is the most obvious benefit of travel. At that moment we are feverish but also porous, so that the slightest touch makes us quiver to the depths of our being…”.
It would probably be a mistake to bring these thoughts to nowadays. When you are walking around the Staroměstské náměstí or crossing the Karlův most over the Vltava and give a look at these big groups of tourist focused on following the guides with the umbrellas, you realize that fear or any other...
So, you’re a student, you keen on traveling and meeting new people. As every student you have a lack of money and desire to have a lot of fun and adventures. What to do? Stay at home? Noooo! Go hitchhiking!
I heard a lot about hitchhiking from my fellows, but have never tried it before. Eventually, my friend came to visit me in the Netherlands. We planned to visit all major Dutch and Belgian cities on a budget. So, we made a deal “Public transport is not allowed during our trip”. The only solution was hitchhiking.
I have to admit that it’s a bit scary to do hitchhiking for the first time. You’re afraid to fail, you have no idea how to catch a car, where to go. Girls also may wonder if it is safe? Much more easy is just to buy a ticket and...
What’s your favorite or most meaningful Halloween costume you’ve worn?
Mine has got to be the Hippie costume I wore in 5th grade, replete with seed beads, head scarf, rag purse and the tie skirt my Mom handmade when she was in her twenties. Although the costume was, in my opinion, fabulous, that’s not the only reason it means so much to me. My fun disguise reveals a poignant time of transition in my life: from girlhood to womanhood, the beginning of restlessness, longing and exciting discovery. I ached to be an adult without knowing what that really meant, of course.
As with most adolescence, signs of my transition came in the form of many a frustrating remark to my parents. I remember changing into my costume at school before my Mom...
It was with mixed feelings that I left the farm – I had reconnected with old friends and made some new ones, but there were appointments to keep in Gisborne and Auckland.
Not having a ride, my hitchhiking career began in earnest. About 20 minutes walk from the farm there was a truck stop that I planned to hitch from. It seemed ideal – plenty of trucks came through and there was a large area to pull into. As it turned out, I didn’t even make it that far. A young man pulled over and picked me up about 200m away from the truck stop. His name was Hem and he was a sheep shearer (being New Zealand, there was bound to be a shearer at some point). He was from Tauranga but worked just south of Dannevirke. He was on his way home to...