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RE: Hitchhiking Memoir Part 8: Mosquitoes, Truckstops and the meaning of life
I can only recount those truck driver stories and my enlightening conversations with them. HH breaks the barriers between us and those we don't normally talk to every day.
Those nice cars would ignore me on the road, while a truck full of pigs stopped to help me get to my destination. Then have a free lunch at the truck driver's stop. Those who don't have that much usually are the most generous to us,
It is very true... and those truck stops were typically the best places to eat at the best prices... I had no idea until I was on this trip.
I had one really nice car pick me up... and another pretty nice one... but they picked me up to try to "save my soul" so I won't count that one.
I have 99% who helped me get to my destination. And 1 when I almost got pounded by a hammer and raped. That story was one of my first posts here.
I have to dig it, here it is if you are interested to read...
https://steemit.com/travel/@diabolika/how-malcolm-gladwell-s-blink-helped-me-escaped-the-dangerous-situations-during-travel-including-not-getting-raped-and-killed-by
In the end, I have to dwell on the 99% good experiences.
The guy whom you called your 'saviour' cancels out that dirty old man. I enjoyed the read. Thanks!