It is morning and I still haven't decided. Will I do it? How dangerous is it? Can I do it? At the thought of leaving the hostel to hitchhike the 300 odd kilometres to Chiang Mai, my chest knots itself up and my head goes spinning. I spend some time on my newsfeed to procrastinate, … Continue reading To Hitch or Not to Hitch
I was busy having fun in Croatia and Montenegro the last few days, but do let me tell you the tale of how I got here. Remember, I was in Trieste, the only part of Italy that geographically can be counted into the Balkan area. My aim was to reach Dubrovnik by night, 700 odd … Continue reading Why I’m still a lucky hitchhiker and other stories.
Hitchlog: 761km, 9h30 total, 2h waiting, 25min pause Haven't read Part 1 and Part 2 of the journey yet? I started off with the small frustration of being on a relatively quiet station where everyone went off the mountains and not to Italy. I say small, because the first people going to Italy, a young couple from … Continue reading Part 3: Crossing Italy
After a beautiful time spent in both the calm of the counntryside and the festival-atmosphere of my host family's party, I was left at a service station on the main road out of Brittany. It was grey and a bit foggy and I realised that this was the very same station where, 4 years ago, … Continue reading Part 1: Changing skies
It's been 10 months since I haven't been on the road; 10 long months in which I finished a degree instead, and discovered that being sedentary can also be fun. We-ell, here I am again. I used the past few weeks to piece myself back together, after running on a limited version of myself for … Continue reading Hitching again!
All of us know these moments when we look at what someone is doing and think "this is great! I wanna do that, too!". This ist he first time that I am consciously in the position of that someone. A friend of mine (Alex) just told me that he is going to hitchhike across Germany next week, … Continue reading Inspirations.
Well, okay, I'm back already. My post last week made me remember an article I wrote in Morocco but never published anywhere. Going back a bit further back, this will introduce and expand on one of my big themes: trust. Enjoy and discuss! (Seriously, I'd like your views: do you think I'm being stupid doing what I do?) … Continue reading How it began II
Oh, I forgot to mention fences. Like those around the service area on the motorway. Our friends at hitchwiki had left us clues on how to leave Bologna, so we took a bus out of town, investing all our remaining money spare 30 cents or so. What we didn't know was that the area was … Continue reading Three Euros, 840km, and, er, a couple of hours.
We arrived by train in a town called Jesi. It was a hungry Sunday, since we didn't realise how serious Italians can be about public holidays. Lina chatted to a woman who brought us to the only open spot in town, doubling as the best gelateria and quasi cultural heritage museum. We ate a sandwich, … Continue reading Hillside.idyll
Leaving Modena, we expierenced a first day of so-called bad luck. That is, it took us three hours to get out of town, and I felt slightly delirious because of the sun and limited water supplies. "Bad luck" means that things don't go to plan, and one of our ideas was to go to Ancona … Continue reading Oh so Rimini