Babylon
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Many years ago when I was a student, I hitched round Europe a couple of times. I had a Union Flag on my rucksack, always looked clean and tidy and was usually with a young lady(!) One thing I learned very quickly was that GB plated drivers NEVER stopped to give us a lift. We never waited very long and I took in most if France, Italy, Sicily Greece etc over two trips.
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I hitched a lot in the '90s, usually on my own, and generally had good success. Had racist Frenchmen, Scottish farmers, entertaining British lorry drivers, exploded a can of beer over the back seats of some executive's BMW (when hitching with a girl I'd borrowed for the weekend for a quick jaunt from London to Scotland on the Saturday and back on the Sunday). I once fell into company with a young East German technician hitching from Dublin back to Leipzig, and we got picked up by a complete divot who it turned out hated other Englishmen, didn't believe I wasn't actually English (which I'm not) and finally shouted at me to get out on the hard shoulder of the M5 in freezing December weather! I expect the East German got home in time for Christmas!
When I later lived in the West Country and had to do frequent trips to the South-East, I'd often give lifts to youngsters waiting at the junction of the North Devon Link Road and the M5 who needed to get to Bristol or London. One girl I particularly remember was a recovering heroin addict and a very interesting conversationalist.
The only time I stopped but didn't pick-up, was for a trio of young lads. Two were okay, but I just didn't like the look of the third guy and frankly didn't want him sitting behind me for the next four hours, so I apologised for raising their expectations and wished them luck.
Then I got married and my SWMBO at the time put a stop to it.
PS If anyone needs a lift from the Hamble to Ichenor, we'll be carrying the flood on Saturday afternoon...
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