Oliver Twist
After a couple months of what I would call a vacation away from a vacation, we've returned to the highway.
for the past month or so, we've been in Victoria with the fellows we met in Nelson, drinking with their roommates at a place called the Steakhouse. We also went camping with another 4 people in Thetis. After that, we came back to Vancouver to work and catch up with old friends.
Now we're back!
This time it's 4 of us. There's myself, Nate, Gillian and Razan. We decided to split off into pairs to hitch-hike and then meet up in Oliver to find work on an orchard. Because Gillian and Razan have never hitch-hiked before, I went off with Gillian and Nate took Razan under her wing-the poor girl wanted to bring her whole house with her, but we managed to talk her down to a reasonable bag.
On the way back out, we were arguing about which way would be faster, the #7 Lougheed hwy out of town or the #1 Trans-Canada. I knew the #1 would probably be the quickest way to get out of town, but hitch-hiking on the #1 highway is against the law in B.C.-except on exits. I was in no rush to get to Oliver and didn't want to repeat the experience I had in Ontario last year where the O.P.P. dumped out our backpacks. Me and Gillian would take the #7 to get out of Vancouver, Nate and Razan would take the #1 and we would see who makes it to Oliver first.
The race was on. We split up at Columbia skytrain station and headed towards maple ridge from Braid. The bus ride to get to ridge took an hour and sent me down memory lane. After getting to Haney place, we hoofed down to the Haney bypass and began hitching.
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The first ride was a lady named Caryl-a punk-rock mom who played Rancid and Tiger army the entire way to Chilliwack. We stopped somewhere in abbotsford to smoke a joint with her daughter Charolette I think. Holy crap was this backwards, the daughter was a Prada-princess and kept reaching over to turn down the good tunes, like "Oh god, mom's player her damn punk music again..." She took us to her house and let us help ourselves to the contents of her pantry. We knabbed some v8, crackers and granola bars. The kids in the house were all smoking, drinking beer and talking about how wasted they got last night. What a trip. I wanna grow up in a house like that.
She gave us her number in case we got stuck in chilliwack and needed a place to stay for the night, and it was then, on the highway 30k out of hope when I got a message from Nate and Razan.
"Just got our first ride, were going to Abbotsford!"
I knew we were going to beat them. I knew it!
for the past month or so, we've been in Victoria with the fellows we met in Nelson, drinking with their roommates at a place called the Steakhouse. We also went camping with another 4 people in Thetis. After that, we came back to Vancouver to work and catch up with old friends.
Now we're back!
This time it's 4 of us. There's myself, Nate, Gillian and Razan. We decided to split off into pairs to hitch-hike and then meet up in Oliver to find work on an orchard. Because Gillian and Razan have never hitch-hiked before, I went off with Gillian and Nate took Razan under her wing-the poor girl wanted to bring her whole house with her, but we managed to talk her down to a reasonable bag.
On the way back out, we were arguing about which way would be faster, the #7 Lougheed hwy out of town or the #1 Trans-Canada. I knew the #1 would probably be the quickest way to get out of town, but hitch-hiking on the #1 highway is against the law in B.C.-except on exits. I was in no rush to get to Oliver and didn't want to repeat the experience I had in Ontario last year where the O.P.P. dumped out our backpacks. Me and Gillian would take the #7 to get out of Vancouver, Nate and Razan would take the #1 and we would see who makes it to Oliver first.
The race was on. We split up at Columbia skytrain station and headed towards maple ridge from Braid. The bus ride to get to ridge took an hour and sent me down memory lane. After getting to Haney place, we hoofed down to the Haney bypass and began hitching.
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The first ride was a lady named Caryl-a punk-rock mom who played Rancid and Tiger army the entire way to Chilliwack. We stopped somewhere in abbotsford to smoke a joint with her daughter Charolette I think. Holy crap was this backwards, the daughter was a Prada-princess and kept reaching over to turn down the good tunes, like "Oh god, mom's player her damn punk music again..." She took us to her house and let us help ourselves to the contents of her pantry. We knabbed some v8, crackers and granola bars. The kids in the house were all smoking, drinking beer and talking about how wasted they got last night. What a trip. I wanna grow up in a house like that.
She gave us her number in case we got stuck in chilliwack and needed a place to stay for the night, and it was then, on the highway 30k out of hope when I got a message from Nate and Razan.
"Just got our first ride, were going to Abbotsford!"
I knew we were going to beat them. I knew it!