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In 2013 I moved out of my house, bought a tent and set out to see the world. I hitchhiked across 25 countries, camped out in the Sahara Desert, visited the Louvre Museum, and ate out of dumpsters on the streets of LA…
In 2013 I moved out of my house, bought a tent and set out to see the world. I hitchhiked across 25 countries, camped out in the Sahara Desert, visited the Louvre Museum, and ate out of dumpsters on the streets of LA…
“I flick the flashlight in the direction of the treeline and the light is shot back at me from five, six, maybe eight sets of flickering eyes. Dogs…
“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…”
I started to notice that KC really liked certain harmonies. If I played an A or a G chord, she would stretch her neck out and howl a little bit, like she was singing…
Flash-forwards to 2054: I squint down the road. Is that a car? They’re getting rarer and rarer. Most people have upgraded to anti-grav ships or jet-packs, these days. Yes, it’s a car. I lift my thumb a bit higher…
He’s facing away from me but I can see his profile in the firelight; creased brow, hook nose, stained grey beard. Rage surges up in me…
What was it like for a sixteen year old girl hitchhiking across Canada with a rock band?
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…”
“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…”
Nicky waves his arms and yells something Bulgarian at the driver. The driver brakes. He doesn’t have a choice. Nicky is blocking the road. As soon as the van slows down, Nicky is at the side window, bellowing. The van accelerates and drives away down the motorway ramp…
“Listen man, you got me at the wrong time. Normally I would try and have a conversation with you about this but I just hit my head really hard on the bathroom door frame, and I have no patience for your stupidity right now…”
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…