#autostop couple

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Dimanche 11 décembre : de Ancud à Entre Lagos

La veille journée tranquille, balade en ville, dessin. Aujourd’hui autostop à la sortie d’accueil, je suis prise par Cristian, un pompier un peu envahissant qui me regarde avec une attention particulière et ne veut pas me lâcher. C’est pas grave, ce genre de choses arrive quand on est une fille. Il me laisse à Pargya, le port à l’entrée de l’île de Chiloé. Là je suis prise par un couple, Marco et…

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In December 2016 we hitchhiked for the first time.IN THAILAND!!!! It was a long and successful journey. We went from Ayutthaya, near Bangkok to Chiang Mai in the north of the country. It took two days and we travelled 664 kilometers thanks to the kindness of strangers. 

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[15 aout 2019 ~ Varengerbotn, Norvège]

Le matin on est rapidement pris en stop par un couple de photographes. Ils vont en Norvège, benef on peut passer la frontière avec eux. On passe devant des bases militaires au milieu de la toundra, y'a des tanks et des barbelés. Nos chauffeurs ont un permis special, entre l'oblast de Mourmansk et la Norvege, qui leur permet d'aller aussi souvent qu'ils le veulent en Norvege mais seulement dans un périmètre de 50km depuis la frontière.

On passe base militaire après base militaire. J'ai jamais vu une frontière aussi militarisée. Notre chauffeur nous explique que Youri Gagarine, le 1er homme à être allé dans l'espace, a décollé d'une base aérienne locale. Au loin on voit des usines énormes, c'est la dernière ville avant la frontière. Ensuite la route longe pendant longtemps une longue double cloture, avec des caméras et des detecteurs de mouvements à intervalles réguliers. C'est la frontière. De l'autre côté il y a un no mans land de 12km, puis la Norvege.

Pour passer en Norvège, il y a 3 contrôles de passeports côté russe. Le 1er était la veille. On fait les 2 autres aujourd'hui. Quand on arrive au gros contrôle, ou on doit sortir de la voiture, évidemment ça bloque. 3 français qui passent la frontière en autostop, c'est chelou. Au bout de 10min des gradés arrivent et posent des questions à Noé, mais ça ressemble plus à de la curiosité qu'autre chose. Par contre un jeune mec avec un képi ridicule de parade militaire russe déboule et passe deux plombe a checker le passeport de Noé, et surtout celui de Matis. Moi ça passe niquel, mais les autres non. Matis est même emmené pendant 45min dans un bureau à l'abris des regards. Gros stress. En plus nos chauffeurs commencent à s'impatienter. Il finit par resortir, en fait les russes doutaient de sa vraie identité parce que son passeport est tout niqué. Du coup ils lui ont posé pleins de questions, ont regardé ses mains etc. Mais c'est bon on passe en Norvège !

Direct après la frontière on voit plusieurs troupeaux de jeunes rennes au bord de la route. On est repris par un vieil allemand en campin car. Le paysage est très brut et rocailleux, on passe entre des fjords et des lacs. Ça ressemble beaucoup au nord de l'Écosse. Puis on retombe dans des forêts, le paysage change super vite. Pour dormir on trouve un endroit parfait à côté du musée local. C'est abrité et y'a même un poëlle pour faire du feu. Le directeur du musée accueille sa chorale à l'intérieur il est grave accueillant. On fait notre feu tranquille. Un réfugié syrien vient nous parler. Mais on a aucune langue commune donc compliqué de communiquer.

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veROna escapy Le grand retour! Rentré dimanche après 3 semaines de voyages, 4000 kms en bus et autostop, 400 à pieds et 150 à danser, 12 villes principalement et un tas de rencontres; enfin un peu de repos 🤤 J'essayerai d'être régulier par la suite, merci pour votre soutien! See you around 🌾 #10 #justdoit #verona #italy #street #couple #night #flowers #escape #photography #project #eurotrip #europe #backpack (à Verona, Italy) https://www.instagram.com/p/BnWrjfFljPu/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ntfya3uw1jda

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AUTOSTOP ROSSO SANGUE - (Pasquale Festa Campanile, 1977)

This Italian crime movie is about a couple (Franco Nero and Corinne Cléry) who, while spending their holidays in the U.S. are kidnapped by a psychotic thief (but they don't intend to play the victims' role....). I stop here. If the (pretentious) director's concern (a movie as an apologue of marriage) doesn't work well, ARS is instead successful as "on the road" thriller: the appealing story is well adapted, the suspense is effective and a touch of originality emerges in the final (I won't speak about). As regards the disagreeableness of the characters (all of them), and the scenes of sex and violence, well, they were typical of that sort of generic cinema in Italy in the 1970s. Musical score by Ennio Morricone. 

R.M.

[ddcassiere]

That’s exactly what happened

Jesus surrounded by tits - cheap chinese acrylic on cheap chinese A4 paper - Porto, April 2018

During my 2017-2019 busking, hitchiking, gigging, world tour, I couldnt help but painting most of my mornings away. 

(As I write, right now, I am hangover from few glasses of wine I had yesterday with my friends, I hope you accept the randomness of this post. I am 33 and it gets harder in the mornings..)

I had prepared other topics to talk through but I just realized that I would rather write this blogs on feelings of the moment rather than on a detailed plan. And that to me, this principle could be applied to anything. 

It’s not by chance that in one of the songs from Multipolar Vol. 1 I sing:

“..con l’aspettativa di non averti piu’, cara Aspettativa..” - Un Di-Di.

(with the expectation of having you no more, dear expectation)

song here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjYCJLvxe1I

full album here : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xksf6hpuLlA&t=5s

At the moment I write this post, I am listening to Johnny Cash. Even though I cant say I have listened to him for more than just 5 years or so, I can tell you that this guy has had as much influence to me as any other huge icons of mine.

On a gloomy day of November 2016, I was resting in bed, having a free day from my then “normal’ job. I was so heavily depressed about not having time for playing that I could no more smile. 

I felt a fucking heavy weight on my chest and I started to consider seriously the idea of killing myself and goodbye everybody, goodbye stupid job, boring days and conversations, my time was dead anyway.

From times to times I would bring the guitar at work and after finishing the shift I would go to the main square of Wroclaw, Poland, open the case, throw in some of my own coins, expose my first album and start to play.

Me as a very happy employee - pic by friendly pic machine in Rome Tiburtina, right before leaving to Wroclaw, August 2015

I cant describe how happy you can be, to do something like that and just earn enough to keep you sheltered and fed. It sends you to space, seriously. You start levitate as you walk back homeward. Butterflies in the stomach. 

I would earn more in a hour than I would earn in the same time doing a shitty job. And the shitty job provided me with a rented apartment that, even though it was cozy, I never had time to actually enjoy, and with money that barely fed me and got me drunk on weekends to forget my shitty fucking boring life. That was it. 

I was earning money enough to keep me alive to go to work. Just like a slave. Just like pretty much everybody.

So I did start thinking it would have been a cool idea to try my life on the street. But I was never serious about that. 

Will I survive? Will I end up cold and hungry on a dark corner of a far away city? Will I this and will I that?..

It takes several kilos of balls to drop everything.. every comfort, every goddamn warm bed and new clothes, every new pair of shoes to follow your forever dreams.

And I didnt think I had those balls back then.

In the previous weeks, before that day laying in bed, I met and hosted few couchsurfers who encouraged me to do it. But that still wasnt enough.

Some calls it law of attraction, some call it fate, I think in my case it’s about planting seeds and wait for them to grow as spring comes through. So when that day I heard “I walk The line’ by Johnny Cash and precisely the first sentence, I felt like I had heard that song for the first time in my life. 

It was an epiphany of my whole being: “I find it very very easy to be true”.

A bit tired after the flight to Tehran - Jan 2017 - Pic by I forgot the name

In my belly I felt something was planted, some kind of flower of hope that would have grown and I just had to be careful enough to protect it from storms. 

Then few days after I had a dream. It was a very long dream and I will try to make it short. I had killed Tom Waits and I was in Jail with Michael Stipe from the R.e.m.

All my friends and colleagues were in jail with me. Nobody seemed to mind about being in jail. They all acted as if it was allright to be in jail.

I woke up earlier than usual and kept writing the dream on my little notebook as I was going to work with the tram. I felt very strange.

The day after I catched a fever. Violent fever that forced me in bed for a week. 

I listened to Johnny Cash again. Then something happened that I wouldnt know how to describe. Because I wasnt fully conscious of what it was by then.

Tow days earlier Leonard Cohen died. Two days after Trump was elected.

This is the amount of tobacco I smoke when I hear new like those - Tbilisi, Georgia, March 2017. 

I can just say that in a half an hour I found myself, as ragged and dirty and feverish I was from a week spent at home, right in front the door of the HR department of my job. Waiting in line to be received.

Then signing my resignation papers. Then going back home like a sleepwalker.

Then booking a flight to Tehran. Then booking a bus to Italy. Then throwing 3/4 of my clothes out the trash bins right outside the block. For the joy of the now very sharply dressed homeless guys.

Then packing. Then drinking an ice cold beer. All in all it took 3 hours to change my life. 

All I hadnt given away from the apartment in Wroclaw. And that was now coming to Italy with me. - Wroclaw old bus station, 2017 - Pic by Katarzyna Peukart

A month later I was a free man (as free as you can be in Iran) playing in Tehran and in Shiraz street Afif Habad. I will come back home in a moment I would say.

Sleepwalking in Rome, going to take my flight to Tehran - Rome 2017, pic by Nicole Simoncelli. 

Ready to leave? Pic by Nicole Simoncelli

But it went on and on. I hitchiked my way back to Europe and it took me two years. I slept out in on benches a couple of time here and there. In Greece, In Chech Republic, in Portugal. I travelled more than 20 countries mostly by autostop, I gigged wherever needed. I washed my clothes everyday in the hostel showers, by hand and by feet, I ate what I could eat and I tried to stay warm. Even though that wasnt always possible.

Playing setar in Esfahan. Creation by Sofya Zeinilava

Now I am tired of writing. I need to come back to my music. I promised a dear artist friend to send her some ambient music for her exhibition in Prague.  And tomorrow is Fat Jesus day so I need to work also on that. And there are so many other projects going on.

Posing with the clear blue sky of the smiley city of Tehran on the fucking I forgot the name of the bridge. Tabiat I think, yes I googled it and its Tabiat- Pic by Fatemeh A. - Tehran 2017

Johnny Cash still plays here in my flat in Italy. And I feel he is planting more seeds in me, and that I strongly feel the hitch to come back on the road.

And I feel things are changing inside of me. But I dont plan. 

Well I do, but in the end, if there is something I learned from these two years on the road, is that it’s not me that decides, but the music. As it has always been and as it will always be. Amen and see you next friday with “Naked Songs”

.Love, Courage and Joy to each and every one.

D.

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#day197 Autostopowanie to najlepsza szkoła cierpliwości 😁 Na kanale pojawił się krótki filmik o hobby. Link w Bio . . . . . . . . . . #ecuador #ecuador🇪🇨 #peru #hitchhiker #hitchhikers #backpacker #backpackerlife #backpackers #autostopowicze #autostop #travel #travellife #travelblogger #bloggerslife #patience #cierpliwość #adventure #southamerica #travelaroundtheworld #gotravel #hitchhiking #couple #travelphotography (w: Ecuador)

[dulcedemon]

Current Attractions...

Arrival(2016): I wish for this scenario pretty much every day. Hint for how to spot me in the event of the arrival of an alien fleet: I'll be the human not panicking(walking toward not away from). It's easy to panic in the face of the unknown. Panic reduces choice to fight or flight. It's easy to react with aggression when operating under the assumption that foreign entities are a threat. What isn't easy but absolutely integral to human survival, and in this case, intergalatic diplomacy is the ability to converse in a language we all can understand. Here, that shared language doesn't readily exist. It must be created by the concerted efforts of humans and cephalopodan extraterrestrials. Things get complicated by a non-linear sense of time, and the grossly misguided interference of fearful world governments and their respective militaries(almost obligatory in sci-fi movies of this nature). The score is excellent with an ambient-transcendent sound similar to the chant-singing of Buddhist monks.

The Sunshine Makers(2015): Pop culture references in movies such as Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas(1998) have done much to place the moniker "sunshine acid" in the minds of many people. There are people who have never tried LSD, never even had the intention of trying it, yet they know the name sunshine acid. That level of renown is both a blessing and a curse. This engaging documentary is about Tim Scully and Nick Sand, two men who were brought together by shared interest and happenstance to make a vast quantity of laboratory quality LSD. It covers their rise and fall, their benefactors, their aiders and abetters, their pursuers and prosecutors, and their mentor, Owsley Stanley, who was a legend in his own right.

Sufi Soul: The Mystic Music of Islam(2005): I thought it was beautiful and found it very uplifting, but then I'm fond of other worlds and their sounds.

La Bête(The Beast - 1975): It seems you can have all the bestiality you want or can stand from a certain movie streaming and rental service, but if they get wise to any movie that shows two men showering together in full view or forgetting to wear clothes while washing the car with body parts other than hands --that has got to go! X-rated hypocrisy of starts with the letter "N" movie rental service aside... Describing this movie as an ejaculate covered French tart would not be unfair or the least bit inaccurate. Buckets of it, practically...and so realistic in appearance, that I would like to know what they used. Considering that this was made in the 1970s, did they whip it up themselves, or did they go to a zoo or perhaps a stud farm and take up a collection of the real thing? Somewhere under(deep, deep under) the copious fluid and chronic masturbation is a plot about an arranged prestige/money marriage with some pretty insightful social commentary. Really, you may have to strain yourself to find it, but it's there. A little soggy and definitely sticky, but it's there. Though it's probably not housebroken.

Hitch-Hike(Autostop rosso sangue - 1977): This makes two titles I have seen this movie under. The other title being Naked Prey. As to whether there are any differences across titles, I can't say. It's been too long, so long that I didn't realize this was the same movie under a different title until I watched it. I just figured David Hess made several movies in the genre, and this was simply another one of those. It is and it isn't, but Hitch-Hike makes a lot more sense for a title than Naked Prey does. A troubled couple on the verge of a divorce pick-up even more trouble in the form of a hitch-hiker. It's defiant of formula in the choices the characters make, which are often unusual and unexpected. The same can be said of the dialogue, which frequently displays a wild self-awareness of the formula and flow that it is expected to follow but brazenly thwarts, and it also flirts with the celebrity of infamy.

An American Werewolf in London(1981): I needed something to wash off the lingering animal stench of La Bête. This did the trick.

P(The Possessed - 2005): I'm not sure if someone convinced me that I hadn't seen this before, or if they were trying to convince me to watch it with them even though I had seen it before...Anyway, they were sleeping, so I watched it again by myself. Whatever I said about it the first time is probably similar to what I'm going to say now. There are two ways you can take this story: at face value or as allegory. At face value, it is a cautionary tale of the supernatural about the perils of using magic for selfish aims(AKA: black magic) and not abiding by traditional superstitions. As allegory, it is the tragedy of young women forced to leave their impoverished rural families(in order to support them) to seek work in the city, very often sex work, which can expose them to STDs, HIV in particular.

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Hitchhiking in Kyrgyzstan oart 2 - Couchsurfing with a Kyrgyz family

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Hitchhiking in Kyrgyzstan Part 1

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In this episode we leave the cave town of Uplistsikhe and hitchhike back to Gori where we almost get ripped off in a restaurant. We decide to travel towards the famous Katskhi pillar, a tall rock with a little church on top. We are completely out of our "hitchhiking" balance and are struggeling to enjoy ourselves. We're tired and not sure what are last step should be. Although we struggle to stay positive we (as usual) meet amazing people who go out of their way to help us on the road. 

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We're still in the Republic of Georgia, a place with so much history. In this episode we hitchhike our way from Mtskheta to the Pre-Christian cave town of Uplistsikhe. We get invited for some Georgian food, pitch our tent by the river and the next day we visit the caves. As always when we visit cave towns, we're amazed by all the history and how old these places are. Uplistsikhe did not dissapoint. 

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In this Episode we hitchhike from Georgia's capital Tbilisi to Georgia's old capital Mskheta. On the way we visit Jvari Monastery where we get some amazing views of Mtskheta. We struggle to get a ride into town, but finally make it and we have our first Georgian lunch this journey. We decide to try our luck hitchhiking up to Shio-Mgvime Monastery to check out the caves and find a secluded camping spot, and so we do, next to a small little church from the 12th century. And, check out that view!!! 

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fter 6 weeks in amazing Turkey we're finally moving on to our next country, GEORGIA. We're continuing our journey with Iskender, a Turkish truck driver who picked us up in 30 kilometres from the border. We're on our way to the capital Tbilisi but things don't really work out the way we had planned and we're ending up having a rather interesting night. We eventually arrive in Tbilisi and since we didn't explore this city last year, due to a heatwave, we're super excited to take you guys with us and explore this welcoming and picturesque city. 

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