Every time I hitchhike, I make great new connections; people who look after me and show me how far you can take generosity and friendliness. I don’t only just get a ride, they share with me their stories, their opinions, their music or hard earned wisdom of life…
After about 10 minutes of waiting, a car with three young Englishmen in it picked me up. They’re the “Young’uns” and were on their way to perform at the festival! They’ve just landed in Australia and I gave them some Aussie slang lessons delivered with a German accent…
As I started festival-hopping, I got into the “scene of crazy people”… Instead of spending all their money on a car or on public transport, they would just hitchhike everywhere…
…Some time in the next few minutes I am going to shit. If I don’t find a suitably private place to do it, it is going to happen in my pants, and I know from experience that when you feel this sort of urgency in the tropics, the results are usually liquid, and that means…