Inspired by this thread , I was just thinking back to college in more carefree days. I don’t have any adventures anything like Colibri or Fishbicycle, but my record is 315 miles from Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite to my mom’s work in Mission Hills, California. The awesome thing about my trip was that it was one single ride. Damn, it was a great way to travel if you were young and fearless and had a lot of time.
On the other hand, when trying to go from Yosemite Valley to Los Angeles I got dropped off in the worst part of town in Fresno at 1 in the morning. At about 4 in the morning, I gave up and hiked to the Greyhound station which fortunately is inevitably in the shittiest part of town and not far from where I was. I had to sit on the floor because the remaining seat on the bus was next to some enormously fat dude and there wasn’t enough room for me to sit.
I was in the Algarve in Portugal hanging out with a bunch of students trying to get to Sevilla and we missed the last train so we all split up into groups. I was stuck with a naive sheltered nice young girl from the midwest. We got picked up by a truck driver and we tossed our backpacks in the back. The guy didn’t speak any English and we didn’t speak much Spanish (despite the girl being in a Spanish immersion class in Sevilla). The guy proceeds to start trying to molest the girl and when I stop him he starts going all psycho and getting this glazed look in his eyes. He’s driving around 90mph on these tiny curvy mountain roads. After a while, we force him to stop and miraculously we’re able to retrieve our backpacks. The girl is completely freaking out. It’s about 1 in the morning, pitch black and we can see the lights of a small town twinkling in the far distance. Then yet another miracle happens and a car comes by about an hour later and picks us up and the young kids driving let us crash on their porch. We ended up just catching a bus back to Sevilla. The poor girl was probably traumatized for life and I never saw her again despite several days of serious partying at the Feria de Abril.
So, what’s the furthest, weirdest, or best hitchhiking experience you’ve had?