One Night in Paris, A New Friend & An Old Friend
Pietro opens his front door with a smile, and I collapse onto his couch. The hitch from London to Paris went very well, but I have only slept about 2 hours in the last 24…
Pietro opens his front door with a smile, and I collapse onto his couch. The hitch from London to Paris went very well, but I have only slept about 2 hours in the last 24…
I kept running my camera battery flat in Paris. So many pics. Here’s a bunch more of them. (There are so many beautiful artifacts from the ancient world in the Louvre. Some of them remind you what a prudish age we live in now.) (Pan) (A pallid mediaeval lady.) (Up close and personal with Michelangelo’s…
This place has got to be run by a Brit’.
…The pavement is bustling with people, bicycles, scooters and cafe tables. Young couples are actually standing in the street, or sitting on the saddles of their scooters tongue kissing, just like in the movies… Marc picks us up at St Malo, and luckily for us he is going to Paris, so it looks…
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…
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…
“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…
“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…”
Just like in Australia, supermarkets and shops throw out a lot of good food in London. It’s sitting there in the dumpster, chilled by the frosty London air, waiting for me to collect it…