On September 28, 2018 I set out on my biggest and longest endeavor to date: 2 months on the road, across the country and back, hitting the four geographical corners of the USA - Philadelphia, Miami, Slab City, and Seattle, and everywhere in between. The trip started out in Philadelphia. @siid and I met up for the first time and were kicking back and talking shit and getting ready to hop out on the UPS/juice train in the morning.
My trip to Senegal turned out to be a bit of a farce, but it could be of interest to anyone else planning an ultra-budget trip to West Africa. The first rule of traveling in Africa happens to be the same as the first rule of hitchhiking: Don’t be in a hurry. If you try to hitchhike somewhere and you’re in a hurry, you ain’t gonna get there in time. The hitchhiking gods will always make sure of that.
"Australia is easy hitching, mate!" I promise Fox, my budding road dog. "It'll take fifteen minutes to get outta here, then we'll be setting camp by the train yard before sundown." Two outstretched thumbs drip alcohol-rich sweat onto the shoulder of the highway leaving our hometown of Adelaide. My companion is an old graffiti mate from our days slinging paint across beige city walls. Fox is thick-skinned and adventurous, armed with a cosmic laugh and a thoughtful tongue. There's no doubt he's equipped for the rough journey ahead. We're six-feet below the city streets spray painting in ankle-deep storm water when we come up with the plan: ride the steel train across Australia on New Year’s Day.
What's up my dudes, so me and Carol here from StP have been unknowingly co-occupying Melbourne. We met up at Lentils the other day and it didn't take us more than a brief introduction to decide to hitchhike the Great Ocean Road together. By the time we had finished our veggie burgers, the underground tunnels were on the table as well. Hitting the road was the most natural thing in the world, despite the ceaseless references to Wolf Creek and astute observations of our gender provided by the Australian people.
First of all I can recommend hitchhiking in Oman without reservation. It's so common the locals don't even bother signaling to cars; they just stand at the edge of the road, which gives me the creeps when I'm driving. Interestingly, most of them are expat workers from southern Asia and the Philippines. I'd be curious to know whether hitching existed in Arabia before the great influx of migrant workers or whether they brought hitching culture with them. It's a natural fixture of all developing countries, after all.
I know I'm not the only one for whom this is true -- "I didn't feel immersed in an alien culture until I realized in Morocco you're supposed to hitchhike with your index finger, not your thumb." An Italian told me that as we were trying to hitchhike out of Marrakech. "You read my mind," I told him. Money being the universal language, you can travel to any touristic city on earth and not feel like you're very far from home. A great way to feel like a fish out of water is to travel to a developing country and appeal to people's charity.
The hitch-hiking robot that captured the hearts of fans worldwide met its demise in the United States. The Canadian researchers who created hitchBOT as a social experiment say someone in Philadelphia damaged the robot beyond repair on Saturday, ending its brief American tour.
A friend of mine sent this photo set to me by a photographer named Cameron Browne, who was doing a series on people getting rides via Craigslist's ride share board. I thought there were some pretty cool stylized shots of some interesting people so I figured I would share it here.