“I see many films, and hear many stories about hitchhikers, and they always meet with some crazy guy, who kill them… You must be careful. Especially here in Australia…”
Half way up the track we meet Tank, on his ATV.
“Looks like good eating” he comments, peering at the roo between the folds of the tarp. “I’ll give you a ride to the top if there’s a burger in it for me…”
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 was a really cute couple doing their wedding photos. I congratulated them and slapped beers in their hands. I think they thought I was some sort of nut but I managed to explain I am Australian, and that seemed to resolve the matter for them…
This town is really beautiful. Cobbled streets, towering castle battlements, and a fast flowing river lined with trees flowing through and around the citadel…
I get dropped off on the edge of town and walk down the road a bit to find a good hitchhiking pitch. There’s a sheriff’s cruiser parked on the side of the road. There isn’t a whole lot of traffic. I wonder if this guy gets bored sitting on the side of this lonely road all day…
“We only have one sort of marijuana in Australia. It’s called ‘dope’, and it’s illegal.”
“This is another world my friend. Welcome to California…”
My body feels more like easing into a deck chair and scrolling facebook than tramping into the Rocky Mountains. But, I need the exercise, so I swap out my flip-flops for my hiking boots, make some peanut butter sandwiches and join the hiking expedition…
“Bogota has very colourful street life, as you can see. Unfortunately there are also many homeless people on the streets in the city. During the tour, homeless people may come and stand near our group. Don’t worry. They are just curious because we speak English. They will not do anything bad…”