White Cliffs of Dover

Day 101: The final journey

The drive to Calais was one of our most memorable journeys and we talked nonstop for five hours. “I got done for robbin’ the Queen’s cousin in the Cotswolds!” Singher told us, “Me and couple a mates knew they had some precious antics in this poorly guarded old mansion so we tried our

Day 100: Stuck in Belgium

As we prepared ourselves for the final push on Day 100, the final day of our journey, I started to think about the Rich-Mike Hitchhike as a marathon. At the beginning, in South-East Asia, we were running on adrenalin and exuberance. We then settled down in China and found our rhythm, powering out the


Day 99: Stinging Pain and Emotional Restlessness – Luxembourg

They take a candle, which they pierce with needles, and as the candle burns, the needles heat up and the object of vengeance will feel stinging pain and emotional restlessness.


Day 99: Storks and Scum – Strasbourg, France

Poor, moaning, syphilitic zombies limping through the streets.

Day 98: Monsters! Basel, Switzerland

“Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me” he later reported, “alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains.... Every sound generated a vividly changing image, with its own consistent form and color.”


Day 97: Angel’s advice – Lucerene, Switzerland

“Snap out of it, Mike!” I said, trying to grab him by the shoulders as he gazed out at the lake. I shook him and slapped his face a couple of times.

Day 95: to Bellinzona, Switzerland

I released I was staring into the hollow eyes of a human skull

Hitchhiking in Albania

Day 92: Badass Albanians – Durrës, Albania

“Such things happen often,” said Zog, puffing on one of his 200-a-day cigarettes, “we cannot tell when or where and therefore let us take the matter calmly.