A DRIVER OFFERED US HIS HOUSE TO SLEEP, I GOT IT...
to London I got a lift in Manchester by a middle-aged man. In the
car I started chatting about travelogues of my Milan-Scotland travel
and he said to be Ray Stubb, a BBC speaker (never heard about him
:-o). He seemed really interested and enthusiastic, and I got friendly
in few hours. Then he asked us if I wanted to accept his flat in
London to spend the night; I thought I haven't understood correctly,
but I was so tired that I didn't hesitate to take his proposal.
I knew it was a risk, but if you don't wanna risk in this kind of
travels it's better you stay home.
When I got in London he took us in a cute rented house with the garden, in
short a typical English house. The only things in
the house were hundreds of VHS of his speaking at the BBC. He showed us the house and said
:"here are the keys, I'll go sleeping to my girlfriend". I thought :"what?
You'll leave us the house? !!!" But when I realised the situation he was already
left. I spent in his house the nights before the concert, then I vacuum cleaned quickly,
left a sing to thank him, locked the door and shot the keys in the mail hole. I've never
seen him again..THANKS RAY!
A CRAZY DRIVER. BUT
in Albertville hitch-hiking for a lift toward Lion. It wasn't a
good place to get a lift, in fact I was almost at a cross road in
the town, but I didn't find anything better. I was showing my
sign indicating "CHAMBERY" from the side walk and
the people passing by looked quite oddly. It took almost an hour
till a young
guy stopped and let us on. Obviously since being French he didn't
speak a word of English, but there were other "details"
that didn't let us to get bored during
the trip even if he shut up. First of all the way of driving: I
think he thought to be in a rally and he would have won a prize
if had reached Chambery as fast as possible. Not only a matter of
high speed, but even crazy overtaking. I was in the backseat and
I held every stuff could
be used as handle. In addition he was listening the song "
American Pie" of Madonna; OK, I like it, but it was so loud
that the speakers were trembling and the sound twisted and, even
worse, he set the repeat, hence, for
more than one hour I listened the same song!!
Somehow I got in
GET OUT FROM PARIS WAS TOUGH, BUT.
I was aware that getting out
from a big city hitch hiking is tough; in particular to find the right place where ask a
I reached rollerblading the beginning of the highway
north of Paris and started
to hitch hike, but I was in a inappropriate place,
aside of a curve, where cars were too fast, drivers were paying
attention to the road signs and everybody was going in a different
direction. It took more than one hour when a girl stopped and quickly,
before a coming car could bump her, let us on. I said her I was
going northward and she nodded. Then I started chatting without
paying attention to the way when, after a while, I realised I was
tower Eiffel!!!! She thought I was
heading in and not out of Paris. I really freaked out cursing,
anyway she was going to do us a favour, thus I didn't beat her ;-)
But I insisted she took us back, and after a while I was in the
same shitty place I was 4 hours before without a lift.
Then I decided to try another place on another
high way. It was even worse, and I started getting discouraged, but I found two Swedish
guys stranded as us hitch hiking, hence I shared the expense for a cab to the first
petrol station (4 km northward); I got there and in ten minutes I had my lift..GREAT!!!