In the last four years I’ve hitchhiked across more than 25 countries. I’ve camped in the Sahara Desert, visited the Louvre Museum in Paris and eaten out of dumpsters on the streets of Los Angeles. I live on an extremely low budget; on average about US$10 per day. Sometimes I have to bend the rules a bit to make it work. But that’s OK with me. Life’s too short to worry about following rules.
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Aside from being a really streamlined and convenient way to find free and friendly places to sleep all over the planet, the Couch Surfing app is also a great way to meet people for a chat, an excursion, a meal, a beverage…
I meet Marlene in the Embassy foyer and take delivery of my beer.
“Do you have a car?” she asks me.
“No. Just this.” I show her my scooter.
“Did you ride this from Scotland” she gasps.
“Not all the way” I reassure her. “I’m a hitchhiker.”
Marlene stares at me, wide eyed.
“You hitchhiked from Scotland?”
“Most of the way, yeah. All across Europe.”
“Aren’t you exhausted?”
“I could use a beer…”
There’s a lot more to Goa than beach resorts and cheap restaurants. I keep meeting people here who are creative and thinking outside the box. Hippies, filmmakers, slam poets, musicians, artists, expat’s – Goa definitely has diversity. And really cool street dogs…
Indian fruit is so much better than Australian fruit. Grow better fruit Australia!
I moved quickly, but only just quickly enough. I squatted in the humid toilet stall panting and thanking my good fortune to be in the railway station where public amenities are close by. I’d been lucky, but my confidence was shaken. India had been lulling me into a false sense of security. The game was on…
“Here’s the thing. Hitchhiking is… a complete shit show. Nothing ever goes to plan. Actually, scratch that, there is no plan. You set out, you keep moving and if you’re lucky you get somewhere, but hardly ever where you intended to be…”
“They were saying; ‘don’t take photos, because the kids will throw petrol bombs at you and they may go in our shops’. No shit. That’s what they said…”
“You want to see the Parthenon? I know the right way to do it; at the best cafe in the city!”
Maria is a very emphatic person. Greek-Australian. That’s emphasis x2…
To be or to photograph? That is the question. Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and tomatoes of outraged pedestrians, or to drop your arms and not make trouble.