Twitchhiker | Paul Smith's travel tales from here and there

Day 3 – learning to fly
04/03/2009, 22:07
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This post concerns events that occurred yesterday, which was Tuesday. I haven’t been able to post it until now, which is late Wednesday night. Sorry about that.

It’s been a lazy day of little substance. I’d decided yesterday to stay over in Paris for two nights; I had to knuckle down and do some writing. Apparently bank managers don’t look kindly upon world gallivanting in lieu of a month’s mortgage payment.

Duncan and Gen, the team at @stchostels had provided me Metro tickets so I could explore the city but there wasn’t time; I’d require more than a few hours to oo la la my way through the spectacles of the French capital. Instead, I sat chained to my laptop for nine hours, rattling off words of whimsy.

Still, it was a brilliant day for twitchhiking, so long as you ignored the fact I sat on my fat arse all day going nowhere. I’d already accepted the only offer of help I’d received over the weekend, from a lady called @pluripotent – a train ticket from Paris to Saarbruck in Germany, a bed for the night then a lift to Frankfurt – on the basis it might tally it up with the offer of a single flight from Frankfurt to the US. If it didn’t, then I’d have to hope another offer could help me move on, otherwise my trip would fold in just five days.

The offer of a flight had come from @clocsen, or Owen as his email addressed him. While the offers were made through Twitter, Owen had emailed me to sound out exactly how I might enter the US without a return ticket; in fact I did have a return ticket, as part of a trip I’d booked last December for this May. The return leg of the booking fell well within the 90 day limit that visitors are allowed to stay in the country.

Despite his generosity Owen will sadly remain a stranger to me; the ticket was booked remotely and he obviously won’t be travelling to Frankfurt to wave me off. I did ask if there was anything I could offer in return; Owen simply asked me to draw your attention to Kiva, a website that lets you finance an entrepreneur in a developing country. You can lend as little as $25 to somebody so they can launch their own business and help themselves out of poverty. And when the business proves successful, you can receive your money back or finance another project. What a brilliant idea – micro-financing that can change someones world.

Back to the plot. I was going to New York. I truly was a lucky, lucky bastard. This will be my tenth visit in exactly four years, but it’ll also be my shortest. I’ve got two days, no more, in my favourite city before the rules say I have to move on. Pesky stupid rules. Who decided on them, anyway? Oh. As soon as the offer was confirmed, I arranged the detail with Owen and announced the news to Twitter. And then a quite unexpected thing occurred. @m4rkm offered me a flight from New York to Los Angeles.

Woah there. LA? In less than a week? That wasn’t what I was expecting at all. It felt like cheating, to hop off one long-haul flight, straight onto another. I asked the Twittersphere what it thought of the news. The Twittersphere went batshit crazy. There was a deafening chorus of individuals who wanted to crank up the probability of me suffering deep-vein thrombosis.

I began by replying to individuals, putting across my point of view in 140 characters or less. It didn’t matter, because the majority of followers wanted me on that flight. You don’t understand the scale of the US, it’s huge! Isn’t the point to travel as far as you can in 30 days? Take it! It’s been offered by Twitter, so why’s it cheating? And so on and so forth.

The more people challenged me, the more I was convinced not to take @m4rkm’s offer, or a similar offer from @tammisutton. Instead I decided I should attempt to cross the US by land, and take the gamble that if I became stuck, that either person would still consider helping me out, or that I might find another offer.

Here’s my thinking (in considerably more than 140 characters):

– when I discussed my concerns about heading east out of Europe, my greatest fear was the lack of Twitter activity in that direction. I hadn’t seen more than a handful of users located in Asia; I couldn’t traverse 6,000 miles by land, in three weeks, unless there were plenty of options. I don’t have that excuse on the North American continent. Of course it’s a big place and there are vast expanses of nothing much, but Twitter is everywhere in America and goodwill goes even further.

– The only way to cross water is by plane or boat; there’s no other way unless you swim. Over land I have options, so it doesn’t seem right to discount all those options and all the hundreds of thousands of people who could potentially help me.

– The aim is to travel as far as I can from my home in 30 days, not to travel as far as I can. That’s why I want to reach Campbell Island, not see how many times I can circle the globe; I can’t get any further away from home than that hulk of rock in the South Pacific. So I don’t have to travel for 30 days; if I complete the trip in a week, I go home three weeks early. Why’s that a bad thing? Because despite the generosity of those following me, only around 1% have donated to Charity: water. I’m still £1,000 short. And I don’t want to stop there; if I can raise even more money, that’s what I want to do.

– If I want to get to New Zealand, I have to find my way across the Pacific; that’s a mammoth ask of Twitter. If I’m going to find a way down under, I need to build up momentum before I arrive on the West coast.

Ultimately, I want to at least try and embrace the spirit of Twitter, rather than fly six miles above it at 500 miles per hour.  It doesn’t mean I can’t take up another offer if time becomes tight or if I take a wrong turn. Of course, there’s no guarantee there will be another offer.

The remainder of my day was hardly as exciting. I nursed a beer in the hostel bar, and felt alone for the first time since I’d left Newcastle. When I have an introduction to people, I’m confident in myself; put me in a bar full of strangers and I’m the shyest man on Earth. So I retired to my room, where the five empty beds were now full, and some hulk of dutch man was snoring like a pneumatic hammer trapped in a washing machine locked in a filing cabinet been kicked down a hill. It was very funny for the first five minute, less so for the hour that followed.


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I think you’re absolutely right to turn down the offer. This needs to be an experience for you and for us and most of all it needs to raise as much money as possible. Perhaps you should insert a new rule that only permits you to travel by air over bodies of water or when all else fails.

Keep on trucking and tweeting!

Comment by Wes

i hear you might make it over to nz with a visa sponsorship deal?

Comment by sweet_p3a

You’re right to turn down the offer. And your road trip across America will be unforgettable.

Comment by neilends

Good choice. You will not be sorry.

Comment by Mark

What a difference a couple of days makes! You made the decision that you feel comfortable with, and that’s what counts. Have fun!

Comment by Ladyexpat

This is a great idea, a more personal approach to couch surfing.. well if you are ever in bangkok give us a shout.

Comment by Bangkok Clubbing

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