Today is another write off. It’s all about nursing myself back to health and trying to remember what the hell happened these past few days. I do know that I’ve got some new friends on facebook though, and I’ve managed to locate a decent Curry-wurst place which is keeping me alive. I’ve also come up with my next move. I’m going to hitchhike to India.
As I mentioned before I have little experience sticking my thumb out on the side of a road. I managed to get from Glasgow to Dumfries for a festival on the spur of the moment, but that’s childs play compared to this; even if we were nearly killed by a bunch of 17 year old boy racers tearing around like a blue arsed fly. Now I’m going to attempt to cross some of the most dangerous countries in the world, all just by hitching a lift. Insane yes, but you can’t deny it’s not going to be an exciting adventure; even if I get my head chopped off in someones basement.
Of course I’m under no delusions that it’s going to be at all possible. I need to work out how to get through Iraq, Iran and Pakistan, just to name a few potential problem hotspots. It might sound like a hair brained scheme, but really don’t take me for too much of an idiot. I’m not going to march right into the lions den with a guitar and a smile on my face and hope it doesn’t eat me. If it looks too dodgy then I’ll steer clear.
But imagine if I made it. What a story it would make.
So the initial planning stages involve me looking at a map and freaking out. It isn’t going to be easy. I’m not exaclty traveling light either, which they say is hitchhiker doom, but we’ll give it a go. I’ve decided that I’m just going to carry a card sign which simply reads ‘INDIA’. With a bit of luck people will see the funny side, realise how far I have to go and give me a helping hand. It might earn them a talking point over a pint later. It might earn me a rogering in the back of a truck.
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Hitchhiking to India
Today is another write off. It’s all about nursing myself back to health and trying to remember what the hell happened these past few days. I do know that I’ve got some new friends on facebook though, and I’ve managed to locate a decent Curry-wurst place which is keeping me alive. I’ve also come up with my next move. I’m going to hitchhike to India.
As I mentioned before I have little experience sticking my thumb out on the side of a road. I managed to get from Glasgow to Dumfries for a festival on the spur of the moment, but that’s childs play compared to this; even if we were nearly killed by a bunch of 17 year old boy racers tearing around like a blue arsed fly. Now I’m going to attempt to cross some of the most dangerous countries in the world, all just by hitching a lift. Insane yes, but you can’t deny it’s not going to be an exciting adventure; even if I get my head chopped off in someones basement.
Of course I’m under no delusions that it’s going to be at all possible. I need to work out how to get through Iraq, Iran and Pakistan, just to name a few potential problem hotspots. It might sound like a hair brained scheme, but really don’t take me for too much of an idiot. I’m not going to march right into the lions den with a guitar and a smile on my face and hope it doesn’t eat me. If it looks too dodgy then I’ll steer clear.
But imagine if I made it. What a story it would make.
So the initial planning stages involve me looking at a map and freaking out. It isn’t going to be easy. I’m not exaclty traveling light either, which they say is hitchhiker doom, but we’ll give it a go. I’ve decided that I’m just going to carry a card sign which simply reads ‘INDIA’. With a bit of luck people will see the funny side, realise how far I have to go and give me a helping hand. It might earn them a talking point over a pint later. It might earn me a rogering in the back of a truck.
.