Delhi Beer Frenzy

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…”

A Little Scheduling Glitch

“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…”

Learning the Alphabet

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…