Hitchhiking offers the most freedom for travel. Besides meeting hundreds of people that I wouldn't normally have met, I got taken to all kinds of places I never would have gone. People love to take you home to meet their families and friends. No crowded buses, no schedules, no hotel rooms to book; everything happens the day that you stick your thumb out and you never know what's going to happen.
Was I afraid of weirdos, serial killers, perverts? The idea was there and I met up with some creeps, but who you hitchhike with can also have a bearing on survival. I wasn't as willing to get into some cars but then I didn't want to argue or separate with Mary Lynne.
Did we choose where to go? We started with a destination, but it all depended on when we got a ride, where they let us off and what time. Next stop: Aix les Bains.
|Claude in front of Mary Lynne|
I slept on top of the bed, Claude was under the covers, the light from the living room illuminating the room. I found it hard to sleep what with his teeth grinding and when I rose to look at him once, blood was dribbling down his cheek on to his pillow. Yikes. I turned over and moved to the edge of the bed and I finally fell asleep. We were both snoring when suddenly the light snapped on three hours later and an hysterical Mary Lynne burst into the room followed by a tall, skinny dude with long, curly hair. 'Oh my God, you wouldn't believe what happened. This guy here just saved my life. He helped me escape.' I saw up on my elbows and yawned and squinted at both of them. Mary Lynne lit a cigarette and collapsed to the floor. 'I had to run to get away from those guys. They just wanted to get me drunk and have sex. It's a good thing you didn't come.'