
Epic tales of the thumb, the open road and getting robbed by hairy-arsed truck drivers. Alternatively, travelling for free like a dreadful fare-jumping cheat. Confess.
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( , Thu 21 Aug 2014, 13:34)
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We headed for North Wales on our push bikes and lodged for the night at a cabin atop a small mountain. (No camping see).
In the morning we set off down the cart track but ended up going too fast, slipped on the gravel and collided with each other, mangling one of the bikes beyond repair.
We wheeled the bikes to Bangor station and put them on a train home.
No choice now but to hitchhike and walk for the rest of the fortnight but we got lifts easily from the few cars we saw. Never missed a destination and had a great holiday.
Bonus, we were sitting on the battlements of Harlech castle and found five halfcrowns in the grass.
The bikes arrived home three weeks after we did,
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- no still doesn't make any sense.
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