Hitch-hiking – the reality of France – waiting for a lift!
The first thing you notice about hitch-hiking is that there is invariably more hiking than hitching. The second thing is that the universal constants, for which you have come to rely upon, no longer apply. Your rucksack starts off at a comfortable weight but with every step it gains a pound or two until it is ends up being of fearsome mass; the warmth of summer, which started as a pleasant uplifting balminess, mutates into a claustrophobic, sweltering furnace; the clear air, so pure and fresh, becomes clogged with dust which adheres to the sweat and forms channels of grime.
Before we had even achieved step one and arrived at the port we were beginning to lose the romance of the enterprise. We went more time waiting than we did riding.
It could only get better.
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I remember it well. And the ‘wonder views’ were just high hedges holding car fumes. And those boots… get rid of ’em.