…So where you headed then, mate? I ask him, hoping it’s somewhere really close. He jabs the point of the scissors close to my face, his arm shaking, the point of the scissors bobbing an inch from my left ear. Mind your own fucking business, he snarls, his voice shaking with rage. I keep…
…Nick rolls his eyes with delight. Madam, he purrs, you are making me quite excited with your aggressive behaviour. But let me tell you what your problem is. You are a woman who thinks like a man. You are… He never finishes his sentence. Tara is out of her seat and clamps her hand around…
How can you hitchhike in this day and age? Aren’t you afraid of being murdered? This is the question I get asked all the time by people who pick me up. The first time a lady stopped for me, I nearly fell over. She was about my 5th ride ever, years ago now. Everything…
Being an argumentative bastard can really get you places. Don‘t get me started on religion..! Its really helpful as a traveler to be a talker, isn’t it? A lot of people who pick up hitchhikers are looking for some company, or have something to get off their chests, and need a good listener.…
Part of the excitement of travelling is sharing culture. You get to learn about another world, and you also sometimes get to share some of your own culture with the people you meet overseas. I got a ride one morning from a pair of very young acne crusted lads who were driving a van…
Once you got over the eye watering smell of unwashed stock broker and dirty carpet, you noticed the way the place looked. There was stuff all over the floor. Garbage, clothing, full ash trays, half full bottles. The couches had numerous large stains and were splattered with damp looking piles of what turned out to be dog vomit…
“…I froze. Sitting in the shade beside a gumtree only a dozen metres from where I was, there was a bloke wearing a camo jumper, with an Uzi in his lap. I backed up real slow and walked back to the house..” Hitching north from Bairnsdale, I was picked up by a friendly bloke…
Hitching south down the New South Wales coast, I got a ride with Ron, a middle aged man who was on his way to see his family in Narooma. We stopped in at a bowls club on the way for a sneaky beer or two (maybe three), and Ron warned me, in a sullen…
…”That’s Belanglo State Forest isnt it?”, he muses out loud. He glances over at me with a “did i say that out loud or just think it” sort of expression on his face, and theres a tense silence for a few moments as we both stare out the windshield. For a few seconds the…