est-1988:

Mike Brodie - Untitled

locke-brown:

Highway

microseed:

Hitch-hiking in Uganda - Best ride into town.

anewanhedonia:

Hitchhiking to Berlin.

on-travel:

[Berlin]

Berlin - Prague - Vienna - Budapest

In comparison to our first go at hitchhiking these journeys were a walk in the park. We had a few hiccups and bad luck here and there but all in all they were fine.
Our only bad experience of the entire trip came in a dreadfully quiet rest stop on route to Prague. While Charlotte stayed with our bags, I asked a lorry driver if he could give us lift. Instead we were offered a threesome in his sleeper cabin and although he spoke in very broken English the creepy smile he gave to Charlotte as I walked away in disgust was enough confirmation for us both that this was a definite ‘no’.
After almost two hours there, we met two other hitch hikers. Tensions were high and we thought they might steal lifts and ruin our chances. But the native speaking German and his Russian girlfriend actually turned out to be decent human beings and asked the driver to bring us along with them and so we all crossed the Czech border together and left the creepy lorry driver alone in his cabin.
Our final leg of hitchhiking was deceivingly easy at first when we hopped into a range rover with the promise of being taken to a nice big service station on the best road for Budapest. But what’s that phrase about people’s best intentions?
We ended up at a random junction with traffic lights and after what felt like an eternity, a totally erratic Hungarian lady picked us up. She spoke no English so we listened to the Hungarian radio which can only be described as cheesy 90s music with a few native hits thrown into the mix. In spite of the language barrier, when ‘somewhere over the rainbow’ came on the radio she sensed our enjoyment and turned it up. And although though it’s not even been a month I already feel nostalgic about driving through Hungary with the sun beating down on us and listening to that song.

whyyoudance:

Hitchhiking for the first time of my life.

hitchfaces:

3rd September 2011 / To Nordkapp, Norway

We woke up early in a field with an amazing view. We collected some cans and brought them to the supermarket for a 1kr refund. We brought supplies from Finland, so this was the only Norwegian money we had on our trip, and I still have it.

We made a sign for Nordkapp, and before too long Christian pulled up. Christian had come from Germany in this beat-up old van with a dog and a mattress in the back. It was cold, but the van super-heated your feet as it struggled up hills. I wasn’t sure we were going to make it, and it took twice as long as a car, but it was sort of perfect for our trip.

There is a toll on the way to Nordkapp. It costs about 15 euro per car, plus 7 euro per person. We got out and walked around, but Christian paid for us as the staff had seen. We paid him back, but we were annoyed at having to pay. When we got to Nordkapp, land’s end, we discovered there was a 35 euro entry fee to the visitor’s centre. It seemed strange to go that far north, just to go into a building. Of course, we hopped out before the entrance and wandered around and took photos on our own. I loved the look of the long highway coupled with the empty sea horizon.

Part of a journey from the hitch-hiking feature film This Time