Any ex-hitchhikers here?
I don't see many, if any, hitchhikers on the roads any more. It used to be my usual way of travel many moons ago. Late 60's and early to mid 70's was my main mileage.
London down to Devon and Cornwall usually, for summer fun and depravity on Fistral beach
Longest hitchhike was 1976 where the plan was to call into friends in several places (Nr Paris, Bruges and Valletta.. London to Dover, Paris,Luxembourg, Brussels, then generally southwards through Alsace to Switzerland, then Italy (Milan & Florence when Gelato was 100 lira a scoop) to Sicily and Malta then back to Italy (by boat, not thumb), then train across the south of Italy to Brindisi (bandit country at the time, so safer to catch the train!), then boat to Corfu and eventually onto the mainland and Athens, where I ran out of money so I sold a pint of blood to jump on a ferry to the islands for a week until some cash turned up from blighty..
Once fiscal security returned, I caught a plane to Tel Aviv and hitched to the Jordan Valley (Lake Tiberius) and worked on a Kibbutz for 10 months, hitching and cycling around the Golan Heights, West Bank, Jerusalem, Negev and Sinai deserts etc at every available opportunity.
Back home after 12 months, on several thousand miles, in lovely weather,
Happy days
Sadly, I don't think I'd pick anyone up now even if I did see somebody hitching a lift. Sign of the times, I suppose...
I don't see many, if any, hitchhikers on the roads any more. It used to be my usual way of travel many moons ago. Late 60's and early to mid 70's was my main mileage.
London down to Devon and Cornwall usually, for summer fun and depravity on Fistral beach
Longest hitchhike was 1976 where the plan was to call into friends in several places (Nr Paris, Bruges and Valletta.. London to Dover, Paris,Luxembourg, Brussels, then generally southwards through Alsace to Switzerland, then Italy (Milan & Florence when Gelato was 100 lira a scoop) to Sicily and Malta then back to Italy (by boat, not thumb), then train across the south of Italy to Brindisi (bandit country at the time, so safer to catch the train!), then boat to Corfu and eventually onto the mainland and Athens, where I ran out of money so I sold a pint of blood to jump on a ferry to the islands for a week until some cash turned up from blighty..
Once fiscal security returned, I caught a plane to Tel Aviv and hitched to the Jordan Valley (Lake Tiberius) and worked on a Kibbutz for 10 months, hitching and cycling around the Golan Heights, West Bank, Jerusalem, Negev and Sinai deserts etc at every available opportunity.
Back home after 12 months, on several thousand miles, in lovely weather,
Happy days
Sadly, I don't think I'd pick anyone up now even if I did see somebody hitching a lift. Sign of the times, I suppose...