A lone figure standing at the roadside, thumb outstretched.
Hunched forward with my neon green backpack weighing me down like a turtle too small for its shell.
Looking for the shimmer of metal in the sunlight. Feeling for the vibration of the melting asphalt beneath my ragged boots. Listening for the hum of the engine. Any and all of the things that will herald the arrival of the inaugural vehicle in a long procession of cars, campervans and pickup trucks that all decelerate to a tantalising crawl before speeding up and carrying on down the dusty American highway.
I wait. Read more