Hitchhiking is so f*#cking random, I love it.

I've read private love letters from Albert Einstein in Italy, played my didgeridoo at a French festival, lived in a eco village in Wales, and, ate the best fish and chips of my life somewhere in Tasmania - all thanks to my hitchhiking travels.

My first hitchhike was in Wales in 2004, a country which I now call home but at the time it was a long way from my Australian comforts. I recall my nerves almost got the better of me. Multiple times cars came speeding over...

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Hitchhiking is so f*#cking random, I love it.

I've read private love letters from Albert Einstein in Italy, played my didgeridoo at a French festival, lived in a eco village in Wales and ate the best fish and chips of my life somewhere in Tasmania - all thanks to the freedom of hitchhiking.

My first hitchhike was in Wales in 2004, a country which I now call home but at the time it was a long way from my Australian comforts. I recall my nerves almost got the better of me. Multiple times cars came speeding over...