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Tea, Anyone?

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 27 April 2010 - 6:24am

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.

Rules of Thumb: Tales from the Road

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 24 January 2015 - 8:12am

“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. A steady succession of vehicles crawled along the road through the still air. Bumper to bumper festival-goers all on their way home.

Thick As Thieves

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 8 July 2011 - 10:52am

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

Hitching to Zion #4: After the Prairie Dogs

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 20 September 2010 - 5:38pm

Not only were my hosts on their way to join the New Zion Army, they were also stopping in Charlie’s hometown, Minneapolis, so they could live with his mom, get jobs, and save some money.

Hitching to Zion #3: Volunteers For The New Zion Army

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 20 September 2010 - 4:53pm

A man going to work took me to Cedar City, a town in southern Utah. I could see I was going to spend a lot of time trying to hitch out of there. A car would go by no more than once every five minutes traveling north on the near empty interstate which lead to Salt Lake City.

Hitching to Zion #2: Las Vegas Welcome Wagon and a Ride from a Cowboy

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 20 September 2010 - 2:42pm

The pickup truck, that had whisked me across the California desert, dropped me off on the strip in Las Vegas. In those days the casinos were smaller, many open to the street.

Hitching to Zion

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 20 September 2010 - 6:29am

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.

I wasn’t so sure. There wasn’t anything green as far as I could see. The truck was approaching a gas station where the guy wanted to be left off.

“You see this green part on the map? That means there’s water out there.”

Will Ferguson Updated: Winter Hitching in Japan

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 21 January 2010 - 4:06pm

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 Europe is buried in snow), and a copy of Will Ferguson's book "Hitching Rides with Buddha" [1].

The Importance of Border Stamps

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 7 December 2009 - 8:05pm

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. We give him our passports and as he flicks through them he says: "Where is your arrival stamp for the Ukraine?"

"We didn't get one", I answered.
"Impossible", was his simple reply.

Summer Solstice Above the Arctic Circle

Submitted by Anonymous Hitchhiker on 29 October 2009 - 9:29pm

I was on a mission - I wanted to see the midnight sun as far North as I could make it during its solstice, when the position of the sun reaches its northernmost extreme in the sky

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