The art of hitch hiking

A world of a hitch-hiker. A world of a nomad. A world of a no man.
It is a hard road, a shared road. A lonely road, a road that you encounter the same questions, the same conversations, the same philosophical issues, over and over again.

But still, the main reason you do what you do, keeps you on the road.

Hear yourself

Life is a gift. I can choose to go almost anywhere I can which is something many people can’t afford. But the possibility to do that also sometimes leaves you in a huge crossroad and if you are not keeping your head clear, your mind strong, you might feel confused, because you know the world of a hitch hiker is small and full of huge and tiny little roads. There are times you are lost. But then, you stop, you listen. And you will keep going where you were designed to go. And the reason remains.

In Milan, many people say it is impossible to hitch a ride. I hear you. But when I want to test my thumb just for the enjoyment of a small journey to the center of the city, the only person who can define whether it is hard or not, is me.

While walking next to a tram way leading to the center of Milan and keeping my thumb up I got a ride from a really nice guy, who, not only took me to the center, but also to a really nice cup of tea with his friends in a local bar.

Enjoyment of the moment

Sometimes it is nice to meet an honest person along the way, and then let it go. But no matter how honest the person is, there might still be a hidden thought behind the tea cup, a thought that appears when he asks a phone number at the end of the journey. We have so many friends in facebook and on our phone contacts we sometimes just might forget the only thing that matters is the enjoyment of the moment as it is without adding a name into our contacts.











The art of taking a ride from a guy
As a beautiful woman I get a lot of questions about the safety of the life I have chosen.
It is, in fact, true that mostly guys stop beside the road to pick up a beautiful girl instead of guy with as long beard as he has years behind him. And it is a fact in a world of a hitch hiker that mostly middle age men pick up hitchers, no matter that thumb has a beard or blond hair and boobs. But as a girl you are defined to be less dangerous, less sweaty and innocent. Might be true unless you haven’t hitched few days in a row and smell like your leaking rubber tent after being on the rain many days and then pressed into that tiny bag with all the odors of the roads, of the gas stations you have been sleeping in.

And what to say when people ask if I am scared of getting raped or even rape-killed? I might have come across that feeling of fear once or twice. But then, it will pass, because I am not innocent, but a person with a strong mind, aware of the dangers just as I am aware that a car can run over me on a green traffic light. I live in the stage of surrender. And if something happens to my body against to my will is secondary. My body is an extension of the beauty of life. And I can only hope the other person will one day see the world in the same eyes and realize the beauty of it. That is a gift.

In the world that sex is a taboo and so many people uses it, not as an expression of pure love, an art of creating beauty in the universe, but as a tool for their own purposes, it is hard to be blessed in a beautiful body of a woman who wishes nothing more but to share something precious and unique, something that is a bit unpredictable in the modern world: an art of two strangers sharing a part of the journey out of the joy of sharing, not out of the expectation or a wish to get a new name on your facebook or a partner on your bed.

Why I raise my thumb


So, the reason I hitch is not a question of money. It will come and go. Like countries between my rides, like moods between the two human beings sharing the rides. Like an interesting conversation changes to an enjoyment of looking at the scenery when there’s nothing to say. I am there only to share what I can. And when I feel tired, when it is time to rest, I decide to use the public transportation and have a quiet moment just for myself; a moment that I just need to be, alone. Like a mother would say to her child in a candy shop: everything in moderation.

To get that one great lift out of five, to be able to welcome a stranger into a short period of your life without expecting anything in return is what makes the journey. To be able to stand in a crossroad sometimes without knowing where you will end up is a part of the game. To pick up a road, to get up on a car and just go. It is a present.

The purpose in all purity in hitch hiking as well as in life: to share, to help. How you share your life journey and how you manifest the beauty and love you have to the world is in the hands of the universe.