Hitching to London
Its been a while since my last hitching adventure, so decided to try my luck when I realised that I had 3 spare days last week. I've never hitched in a dog collar, so I supposed that would make an interesting experiment. I got a lift with a friend down to the services beyond Sheffield, then waited in the rain, thumb out, 'London' written on cardboard.
the First lift was a lovely man called Michael - a truck driver who was happy to talk about God, and who occasionally went to church. He was a kindly soul, used to picking up hitchers, whilst transporting recyclable materials round the country.
Second lift was a guy who worked picking up the pieces from motorway accidents. He'd seen the dog collar, and asked me to pray for his two sons, both serving in Afghanistan.
My final lift out of Leicester services was from two top blokes 'Christophe' a film director and Jimmy, his architect friend. Wonderful conversations about Christophe's work with Homeless people in Soho, showing them art house films, then getting them to record their lives. Jimmy and I swapped our best buildings of Europe stories. A real pleasure.
The lift back from London was far less pleasant, a nutter who thought it amusing to tell tales of threatening to eat hitchers brains, and of burning down churches. I was very relieved to get home in one piece!
On the whole, despite the occasional nutter - I love hitching. You are totally at the mercy of God, and how God works through the 'other'. Hitching is pure meditation, and very self revealing. Also, it saves an £89 train fare!