Tales of hitchhiking and vice
We were eating lunch at anchor when someone spotted the crocodile (or cayman) swimming slowly by. I gawked at it with the rest of my crew. That's a bit scary - I thought - I was swimming in this water earlier this morning! Even scarier, perhaps, is the fact that minutes earlier I had been... Continue Reading →
I would like to tell you a tale of my 24 hours spent finding Limones -- that is, finding my friends, Nadir and Tonguy, in Limones, Panama. Finding Limones was a quest best summed up by a few facts: A few days ago my phone stopped working I left Boquete to find my friends in... Continue Reading →
1. Boquete is the best place to hitchhike In my 5 weeks in Boquete, I hitchhiked maybe 7 times, and 5 of those rides were from American expats. And I only had to wait 5 minutes, on average, to get a ride. No doubt, I benefited from my whiteness and the eagerness of these expats to... Continue Reading →
Pigeon Point Lighthouse Hostel - Pescadero, California, USA The Hostel Imagine driving north along California’s Route 1 scenic highway. An hour south of San Francisco, you're admiring the coastline when you see rocky promontory jutting into the Pacific, and from the tip of that promontory rises an old black and white lighthouse awash in fog. If... Continue Reading →
I traveled solo to Cameron Highlands, Malaysia, but I soon met Daniella, an experienced solo female backpacker, who assured me that hitchhiking in Malaysia was not only easy and safe, but often the most efficient way to get around. The next morning, Daniella's only advice was to smile. She turned to face traffic, started walking... Continue Reading →
Click here for Part 1 and Part 2 I awoke the next morning to the sound of the bubbling brook nearby, packed my tent, and waded back across the river to Canary Lane. I walked back to Rt 49 and... I was at a terrible hitchhiking spot. Bottom of hill, cars whizzing by, super narrow... Continue Reading →
Continued from Part 1... It was just getting dark as Husky Guy dropped me at the minimart on 49 in the foothills of the Sierra Nevadas, California. A woman and her son were filling up jugs of water from a outdoor faucet. I approached the woman. "Excuse me. Do you know who owns that field... Continue Reading →
Two weeks ago, my friend and rock climbing buddy dropped me off in the town of Placerville, CA. It was about 5pm. My goal was to hitchhike to Yosemite National Park, 120 miles away. After hitting a grocery store in Placerville, I initially struggled to find a ride out. My softer side wanted to give... Continue Reading →
As I prepare to return to Mexico tomorrow for my third visit to this wonderful country, now seems like a good time to tell you about my experiences hitchhiking in Mexico (and Belize to the South). I once tried to hitch out of downtown Cancun. With the trademark beach side hotels looking over me, I... Continue Reading →
If you've ever been to Las Vegas, you're probably familiar with the feeling of desperately wanting to get out of Las Vegas. And if you left Las Vegas and drove west towards LA, you'd soon pass through the last town in Nevada, a place known to the locals as "Stateline." This is the small city... Continue Reading →
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