Stuck at the Hungarian Border – VIDEO
I’ve only been in Serbia two hours and I’ve been threatened with arrest for having a conversation. I know I have a talent for getting myself into trouble but this is ridiculous…
I’ve only been in Serbia two hours and I’ve been threatened with arrest for having a conversation. I know I have a talent for getting myself into trouble but this is ridiculous…
Sometimes I notice the membrane that wraps me. The way people look around me and past me. I don’t exist. It’s like nothing ever happened…
We sit in the park and have a picnic. I introduce her to my robots.
‘They look like smartphones to me’ Pia says.
‘They are robots’ I tell her. ‘They are very talented filmmakers and photographers…’
“A man is arrested and taken to the police station. They tie him to a chair and blindfold him. Then the sargent gets a jug and begins to pour water into the man’s shoes…”
The Scots in our group are tickled pink I brought a slab of Edinburgh beer to a Czeck wine festival…
On the road, south of Prague.
I get my first ever fine from the cops for hitchhiking, and I try a local eatable…
He’s an old guy. What am I going to do? I think about going ahead of him, but it seems childish, and I can picture us trying to one up each other for hours, going further and further up the road…
“I see” Mohammed says, thoughtfully. “So you are not worried about hitchhiking… What is it that you worry about?” “Oh, you know, just the usual stuff. Existential dread. Dieing alone. Cancer. Boredom. Compared to stuff like that hitchhiking is a breeze…”
The first thing I observe about Calais is that it is raining hard.
The second thing I notice is the miserable looking refugee camps that stretch for miles along the shore, surrounded by barbed wire fences…
Gets me thinking about why I do this silly stuff that I do.
Endless roaming. Hand to mouth existence. Broken relationships…
Not sure I have a good explanation.
According to Bill Tijuana is more fun than Vegas. But we’re going to Vegas anyway because we like Bon Jovi…
“We only have one sort of marijuana in Australia. It’s called ‘dope’, and it’s illegal.”
Bill smiles.
“This is another world my friend. Welcome to California…”