My body feels more like easing into a deck chair and scrolling facebook than tramping into the Rocky Mountains. But, I need the exercise, so I swap out my flip-flops for my hiking boots, make some peanut butter sandwiches and join the hiking expedition…
Sunday afternoon I was in jolly old England, wearing two jumpers… Monday lunchtime I’m eating a gigantic pork chop with fried bananas in Ecuador, South America…
…the town has become a bit of a pilgrimage for pot heads in the last ten years, because the hill country is full of huge marijuana crops… I ride into Chefchaouen with a sporty gent in his elegant ’70s Merc’ coupe. The steady climb up the mountain roads makes me alternately sleepy and dizzy, but…
Guido picks us up in the Aosta Valley, in far north-west Italy. Guido is 33, tall, lean and has a winning smile. He is the sheriff of his small village. The name of Guido’s village is Brusson, which means “gold mine”, but all the gold ran out centuries ago. As we wind along the…
…Italian people consider hitching old fashioned, associate it with the hippy era and rarely give rides. Italians do not hitchhike themselves and consider hitchhikers to be dangerous… The further south we go in France the slower we move. The cars get more expensive and the rides sparser. A guy stops for us and he is…