Beach Busking & BBQ with Bob (Again) – Kuantan, Malaysia
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
“You don’t have any money left at all? Where are you sleeping?” I ask Bob.
“Well… unfortunately, last night I slept under the roof of the public toilet in the park” he admits…
“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…”
Traveling with a ‘yes and’ philosophy leads me to strange places. There are no guarantees when you improvise…
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…”
What was it like for a sixteen year old girl hitchhiking across Canada with a rock band?
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…
“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…”
Standing beside the road with a gun in my face is a bit of a Tintin moment… but not a good one. This is a moment from one of the darker, more political Tintin books, where the hero finds himself on the run behind the Iron Curtain…
On the road, south of Prague.
I get my first ever fine from the cops for hitchhiking, and I try a local eatable…
I want to hitch a ride on a private jet. Somewhere out there, one of you has a friend with a plane. I want to make this happen, and I know we can do it. I want to hitchhike the sky!..
“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…”
The bedroom door bursts open, and David flicks the light on. ´Quick amigo! Out of bed! There is an earthquake!´ I sit up, rubbing my eyes and stare at him stupidly. ´Seriously..?´ ´Si, si! Vamos! We must go outside..!´