What is your guys sketchiest experience on the road?

[Adnil]

Not my most sketchiest, but perhaps the quickest story to tell.
Coming down to the palm tree that held my friend's and my gear I got stopped by the view of a scrawny pale homebum. He wasn't grabbing our belongings or anything, he seemed to just be enjoying the shade that laid in front of the hidden city. Firm words were exchanged as I was trying to figure out why this man wasn't leaving. Homeboy homebum burst out laughing informing me that I was a pretty pretty girl and that I better keep an eye on my back if I didn't want to catch myself getting hurt. I looked at him funny then ordered him to move it. Right as he was out of sight I called my friend begging them to get back because we had to change our post. He assumed I was geeking out on the M again and told me to relax, just as another man who I knew was approaching. I hung up in relief and asked the favor of them to keep an eye while I wrapped my gear together, they chucked and did me my favor. Being back at an old camp with the man I knew before I got a call from my friend the next morning. "THERE IS SHIT EVERYWHERE!". Huh? Turned out the homebum took another visit to bum spray our gear down at the palm tree. Because sometimes a threat, is more shit than a fist.

 

[TheWindAndRain]

I have more but here are some of the worst:

Boone NC a guy invites me over for food. His apartment is filled with children's toys, guns, bolts on the door and bars over the windows. He makes me some food which i sneakily throw away when he leaves the room. He comes back and asks why i didn't eat it. On the counter in front of me is a gallon jug half filled with a rainbow assortment of thousands of pulls. He offers that i can take as many of those pills as i want...
something is very wrong here but i need a shower. While showering i notice a flower shaped mirror permanently cemented into the wall. Suspecting a hidden camera i flip it off. Dude hollers from the other room at me. I turn off the shower and get dressed. When i open the door he is standing there flipping me off. He admits to a child pornography operation and offers to show me the tapes. NOPE.

The worst was a serial killer in brownwood texas. He hinted toward raping and killing homeless and kept asking me if i had lost phone service yet. Fortunately i never lost service and kept my phone out. When he finally stopped, unlocking the door on my side was futile and i couldnt open it. The driver asked if i wanted to come to his house. NOPE. He unlocked my door remotely from his side and i jumped away.

I have also been shot at, threatened with knives, woken up by bears and any number of other animals over my face, but people are the spookiest.

 

[Frodo]

I have more but here are some of the worst:

Boone NC a guy invites me over for food. His apartment is filled with children's toys, guns, bolts on the door and bars over the windows. He makes me some food which i sneakily throw away when he leaves the room. He comes back and asks why i didn't eat it. On the counter in front of me is a gallon jug half filled with a rainbow assortment of thousands of pulls. He offers that i can take as many of those pills as i want...
something is very wrong here but i need a shower. While showering i notice a flower shaped mirror permanently cemented into the wall. Suspecting a hidden camera i flip it off. Dude hollers from the other room at me. I turn off the shower and get dressed. When i open the door he is standing there flipping me off. He admits to a child pornography operation and offers to show me the tapes. NOPE.

The worst was a serial killer in brownwood texas. He hinted toward raping and killing homeless and kept asking me if i had lost phone service yet. Fortunately i never lost service and kept my phone out. When he finally stopped, unlocking the door on my side was futile and i couldnt open it. The driver asked if i wanted to come to his house. NOPE. He unlocked my door remotely from his side and i jumped away.

I have also been shot at, threatened with knives, woken up by bears and any number of other animals over my face, but people are the spookiest.

Jesus christ. x 2. some sick sons of bitches out there. I know everyone hates cops, but i would have a little chit chat with the fbi on the child porn dude. what the fuck. and the serial killer? damn. honestly, im just glad you are still here to talk about it.

 

[WanderLost Radical]

http://m.phnompenhpost.com/national/blackjack-scam-bust-tourists

This shit happened to me. I played along, trying to find a good time to fuck off quietly, but at some point they had me back to my room to get my credit card, I slid a knife in my pocket, ready to kick and stab my way out. Went to the ATM, played the "all my money's in another account I can't access right now" card and everything ended well.

Also, everytime my hitchhiking driver talks on the phone (I only hitched in Asia so far, so obviously in a foreign language) then tells me he has a friend that can house me up for the night, I get a really bad vibe. I know they mean well, everytime I accept, nothing happened, but idk... i always find it sketchy.

 

[kokomojoe]

Not sure if I've posted this story on here before in a different thread. It's more funny than anything, still kinda sketchy though.

I was with a buddy of mine and we were heading east from San Francisco so we went over to Oakland to desert yard. We had been up most of the night before at the south end of the yard with no luck seeing anything so I was pretty tired. We were in this empty lot surrounded by concrete barriers by Target with the tracks not far from us. We smoked a bowl and chilled waited to see if an eastbound was going to come through. I ended up passing out while my buddy stayed awake to keep an eye on things. About an hour or two later I wake up, it's probably around like 10 or 11am maybe? and there's this random crustpunk dude with no gear and didn't seem like a traveler or anything. He's got a case of Corona and is sitting by us drinking it, really quiet dude and kinda strange, didn't hardly say anything to either of us. I look at my buddy and point at the dude, like who the fuck is this, he just shrugs his shoulders and looks as confused as I was. I just sat there and rolled a cigarette while trying to figure out wtf's up with our new friend here. Neither me nor my buddy were drinking any just cause we didn't really drink that much at the time and I can't say I like warm Corona anyways.

It was around this time a couple cop cars pull up on the road by the lot we're in and they get out and start walking towards us. I forget what they said exactly but their attention was more focused on this random dude than us. I remember them asking him where he got the beer and if he was just in Target and he just stared at them. They pulled out their tasers and aim at the dude, my buddy's like, is it cool if we move over there? (since we weren't trying to get tased) one of the cops just sorta nods and motions us over to the side. We're just sitting there watching the cops tell this dude to drop the beer and put his hands behind his back and get on the ground.

This is the part I found funny. The dude just sits in this weird pose with beer still in hand and starts doing these weird ass yoga/tai chi motions with his hands for a minute or two, and then throws his beer in an attempt to break the bottle but it just bounces and rolls on the ground. He then slowly puts his hands on his head and the cops cuff him and take him to the car. I don't know how the fuck he didn't get tased. They come back and are asking us if we knew him, what was he doing, etc. They were pretty chill towards us and just thanked us and left. Apparently the dude just walked into Target, grabbed the beer and walked out with it and security was yelling at him and called the cops. Definitely a strange dude.

 

[codycodnyk]

Nothing too crazy but I bumped into a homebum at the train station who was geeking off something, I know he was smokimg k2 and his tongue had a giant black spot on it when he laughed. He was tripping hard and seeing shit and getting angry that i wasnt cosigning his hallucinations of people attacking him. So I ended up giving him the rest of my joint and told him I was headed to a party. He kept asking to come, and said 'I got some goodies'. I said wat kind, and he said, 'lets just say I have a bunch of pills up my asshole' and did this crazy laugh. Then he started getting really foxlike and asked how much money I had and that he had a knife, and made a reach into gis jacket. I hopped up and jumped back, grabbed a rock and told him to back off or id chuck it at him. Worst part was the other homebum geeking on k2 was nowhere to be seen and I already knew he was trouble.
Was a good party though and made up for a shitty night

 

[TheWindAndRain]

Jesus christ. x 2. some sick sons of bitches out there. I know everyone hates cops, but i would have a little chit chat with the fbi on the child porn dude. what the fuck. and the serial killer? damn. honestly, im just glad you are still here to talk about it.

Heres another scary one. I once stepped into some woods on the south side of Dallas to pee at night. That section of the Trinity River bottoms is no stranger to having dead bodies turn up. Headlights suddenly shone on me from the woods and shots were being fired at me. I ran up to the bridge and ducked behind a concrete barrier and the shots stopped. When i poked my head back up the Headlights were still facing me and the shots resumed. I could hear ricochets near me. I ran crablike along the shoulder of the bridge trying to stay below the cover of the short concrete wall for a half mile before standing back up and fleeing. They never came up onto the road to finish the job. The most fucked up part was this was right adjacent to a shooting range so no one would question the noise of the gunfire. Here is the exact spot where it happened,

https://goo.gl/maps/8iDjwMY5igK2

you can see the river I had to cross and the shooting range 200 feet to the north.

 

[roguetrader]

back in my hard drinkin' daze we went upcountry to a Punx Picnic in Derby, bout 2 in the mornin' i get a yen to score a bag or 2 of gear (H) and approach this group of homebum's who'd found the party... one of em' agrees to cop for me if i buy him one so we scuttle off to the call box.... while he phones round i find myself waiting squashed up against his girl in a narrow door way - he speaks to his man and we head off into a very dark and very quiet car park to meet the dealer - he asks me to get the cash ready and i dip in my pocket and its NOT THERE - well this is on the same side as the girl was sat and i decide in my drunken state that the bitch had dipped me SO a massive argument ensues with him calling me a fuckin' wind up cunt and i better sort the money or else, and me shouting fuck you yo girl has stolen the fucking money when she sat so close to me and draped herself across me... well after a few rounds of this he whips out a switchblade and SNAP i got a knife too mutherfucker so you wanna get to it ? i was mad, he was mad and we just about to start tryna stab each other when a security sweep patrol car comes into the car park and sits there with us in the headlights.... so the blades get put away real quick and the homebum fucks off muttering threats about what will happen next time he see's me....... funny thing was i found the £30 in my jacket the next morning - it had falling thru a hole in the pocket into the lining ! and i am so glad the situation didn't end in a stab fest - i'm generally totally chill / non violent but i don't let people walk all over me and drinking absinthe that night had put me in a borderline psycho mood anyway, like it does a lot of people.....

 

[coyote mogollon]

Trying to hitchhike from Haiti to Dominican Republic

thats friggin gnarl.....much respect, wanna hear how it turned out

 

[coyote mogollon]

back in my hard drinkin' daze we went upcountry to a Punx Picnic in Derby, bout 2 in the mornin' i get a yen to score a bag or 2 of gear (H) and approach this group of homebum's who'd found the party... one of em' agrees to cop for me if i buy him one so we scuttle off to the call box.... while he phones round i find myself waiting squashed up against his girl in a narrow door way - he speaks to his man and we head off into a very dark and very quiet car park to meet the dealer - he asks me to get the cash ready and i dip in my pocket and its NOT THERE - well this is on the same side as the girl was sat and i decide in my drunken state that the bitch had dipped me SO a massive argument ensues with him calling me a fuckin' wind up cunt and i better sort the money or else, and me shouting fuck you yo girl has stolen the fucking money when she sat so close to me and draped herself across me... well after a few rounds of this he whips out a switchblade and SNAP i got a knife too mutherfucker so you wanna get to it ? i was mad, he was mad and we just about to start tryna stab each other when a security sweep patrol car comes into the car park and sits there with us in the headlights.... so the blades get put away real quick and the homebum fucks off muttering threats about what will happen next time he see's me....... funny thing was i found the £30 in my jacket the next morning - it had falling thru a hole in the pocket into the lining ! and i am so glad the situation didn't end in a stab fest - i'm generally totally chill / non violent but i don't let people walk all over me and drinking absinthe that night had put me in a borderline psycho mood anyway, like it does a lot of people.....

So I've hitched all across the 48, Mex, Guat, Scotland, etc....only one extremely CREEPY TALE. I was up around the Canadian border, outsida Cour d' Lane Idaho, when a dude picks me up, starts to ask the typical biographical questions... i feel he's gay, but no prob, but its the WAY HE RESPONDS to my answers that clue me. He consistantly tries to fit in to my answers, like "oh yea i'm into art too, in fact I gotta pull over here, I'm waitng on a few paintings my firend has sold me. Do you want a massage while I'm waitng?' Like I'm gonna let hin crawl on top of my back, in a van....
I'm like no thanks and bail quicklike, shouldering my pack. But i know just to hit the onramp is not cool, so i hide up on a spot where i can see the freeway. Dudes van passes by again n again n again, for over an hour. I still think I shoulda called someone, the fuzz, whoever. He was bad news, I felt it from the start.

 

[Tinman]

A few...

1) Stranded in the Arizona desert, no rides, no cash. Supposed to get down to 30deg that night and we (my buddy and I) had no camping gear at all, we were in t-shirts. I call the cops on us ‘cause I figure a night in the tank beats freezing to death. Cop takes us to a homeless shelter in Casa Grande, instead. They bed us down (we’d missed dinner) in a ten by ten room with two other dudes, in bunk beds. We go to sleep with our clothes on, wrapped in smelly blankets. Wake up in the middle of the night with two dudes (not the two in the other bunks) trying to steal my shoes, right off my feet, which is pretty fuckin’ weird because they’re beat up sneakers and not big enough to fit either of these dudes. I scream like a siren, kick Dude#1 in the teeth and try to scramble out of bunk. Dude number two grabs me and pushes me back down, one hand over my mouth. I sank my teeth into the meat of his hand and shook my head like a terrier with a rat. He screams, my buddy lands on his back from the top bunk and gets a choke hold. Dude #1 starts punching my buddy. I make it out of the bed and punch Dude #1 a couple times, but Dude #2 has got loose and knocks me down. Both guys bolt from the room. Nobody shows up to investigate the noise. The other two guys in the room, I can see their eyes open, but no words are exchanged. My buddy and I spent the rest of the night sleeping in shifts. The next morning one of our roommates introduces himself as Larry, a homeless preacher. He explains that he spends 6months a year working in the states saving money to live on, the other six months, preaching at a church he’s built in a village in Mexico. He apologizes for not helping with the shoe theives, and invites us to breakfast. We’re hungry, so we go. He takes us to a place called “WannaBurger” and buys us whatever their equivalent of a McMuffin was. Weird trip.

2) Walking back to a friend’s apartment from the bar one night, late, pleasant buzz going. I notice some dude tailing me. I’m kinda meandering and walking slow, but he doesn’t overtake me, maintains distance. My nerves are jangling. Within 30 ft of me he says, in throaty whisper “I’ll suck your dick.” I’m not in the market for such a service by the side of a residential street, so I increase my pace without saying anything. When I glance back again he’s gained on me and is now within 20ft. He says, louder, like the issue is that I didn’t hear his irresistible offer the first time. “Hey! I’ll suck your dick!” I shake my head in the negative and walk as fast as I can without breaking into a run. When I glance back next he’s kept pace and is no farther away. I pull my pocket knife and threaten with it. I say “Leave me alone.” Just that. He stops forward motion. I turn and walk briskly on. When I glance back a second later, he’s in the same spot where I left him, with his dick out, masturbating furiously. I continued to my buddy’s place, without my nice buzz.

3) Stopped at a crappy motel in Oxnard, California. Waited in line to check in behind an obvious streetwalker and her embarrassed client. The clerk knew her name. He rented us a room, we went to it and discovered that the door had been kicked in at some point and didn’t lock. Didn’t even latch. That part of the door jam was missing. There was a Brick for propping it closed. A brick. I went back down to the desk and told the clerk our room didn’t lock. He stared at me like I was asking for room service caviar and said “Is that a problem?” I said “Yeah, Man. That’s a problem. I want a room with a door that locks.” He sighs. “Fine. Take the honeymoon suite.” Hands me a new key. I go get my homie and we walk down to the new room. It features mirrors on the ceiling, two twin beds, and one double, heart-shaped bed with coin vibration, up on a Dias under the mirrors. My buddy goes “I’m not going near that one.” Pointing at the heart shaped bed. I said “Do what you want, I’ve got a sleeping bag, I’m on the floor.” After a moments pause, he did the same.

Those are the three sketchiest adventures I can think of off hand... oh, I should tell about some shit in Tijuana... maybe next time. Anyway, those were what I thought of first.