Back to Melbourne
I wasn’t sure if I was to come back today or tomorrow. I have to be back by 3PM tomorrow, as I’m organizing a couchsurfing event… as hitch hiking is not always very reliable, I was feeling that coming back on friday was safer. And at the same time, Daniel told me that they were planing to drive back to Melbourne today too. So it all sound like a good reason to start packing my stuff…
I was eating my breakfast (I had to replace bread by almond biscuit… that was just perfect with my chocolate spread!) a guy in a surf suit come to me. He seems to be surprised that I didn’t have a car. We talked for a while… I tell him my plan to go to Alice Spring soon (the reader will have more news soon about this). He seems to be very enthusiastic. We keep talking, I take his phone number and email address, wish him a great day, and tell him bye. He’s name is Ben, he is an engineer and inventor. He drive a van fueled with fried oil, with a solar panel. I’m looking forward seeing him again!
I’m ready to leave. Backpack on my back, I just have a nice little hike to do before I go. Lilly Pilly Gully. It’s the name of a tree we can find in wet forest. We saw a couple of them in Tasmania. I heard that this walk was nice and quiet. And Daniel was also planing to do it. Could be a great timing to meet them again, and see if they are leaving.
There’s no blue van at the parking… but I meet them a little bit after that, and they confirm that they will be leaving soon. I can find them in the parking. I do the walk quickly. There’s nothing really inspiring there. Except this group of old people, with whom I have a great little chat.
I still can’t find the blue van when I’m back to the parking. Don’t really know what to do… are they already gone? Lets start walking… maybe someone will take me. Or maybe they will arrive…
I’ve been walking for a little bit more than 10 minutes when the first car stops. In ten minutes, I saw less than 10 cars. The way back, a succession of nice meeting, confirm me that hitch hiking in Victoria is as easy than it is in Tasmania.
It started with this surfer, in his fifties, who gave me a 30 kilometers ride, and tell me that I should go to Fish Creek, not to Foster.
Then, there was this farmer, in his forties. He told me than Foster was better, because it’s on the highway. He is going to Foster, but is ready to make a little detour to Fish Creek for me. Foster and the highway sounds good for me.
Then, it was this old woman, who apologies for taking me only up hill, because she was not going any further. But she offered me two amazing mini muffins. And wished me good luck. And concluded by “god bless you”.
The young guy, who stopped a little while after, blow in a Breathalyser 5 minutes after I get onboard. If it might worried some, it didn’t worry me. Because the thing didn’t start biping. And the car didn’t explose. So he was probably clean. Anyway… the beer bottle, on the front seat, were all full.
The next guy was a sikh. When I sat in his car, he told me that his friend advised him not to stop for stranger. That was not safe. But he doesn’t believe that. He’s sikh, and according to the sikh faith, God is everywhere, in everyone, as he explained to me later. So, I can guess than God is in me to. Now, I’m asking you this question: if you see God, hitch hiking on the side of the road, you’ll give him a ride, right?
He dropped me, after a really interesting religious chat, at a train station, where I was able to catch a train to go back to Megan and Tao house. Really happy by this small three days adventure.