This is me, Nils, a guitar and two full backpacks on an early December morning in Toulouse. We're all ready to move/hitchhike to Glasgow. Duncan's the one behind the camera, but if you imagine him at the end of the line.. it's definitely an impressive amount of stuff to hitchhike with!

We made it to Scotland just a few days before Christmas, having sat in a traffic jam in Paris for two hours, having camped a night near Lille, having found this amazing Englishman in the port of Calais who took the whole impressive line of me, Duncan, Nils and our things, and another hitchhiker onto the boat to Dover, defending his desicion of taking unknown people over the international border to a rather malicious border guard on his way to the ferry. In England we got a ride with a guy whose job was to defend the submarines in the Indian ocean from pirates, and another lift with someone who knew an amazing amount of Estonians (the ones I knew as well, there's not that many in my age group) and had done the same crazy door-to-door sales job in the States that I had done. He made us dinner, put us into his spare room in his flat in Manchester for the night and dropped us onto the sliproad to M6 with sandwitches in the morning. He was very much enjoying his job as a defence lawyer and had a very wide, skilled and at times a very confusing use of vocabulary. We added him into the list of "people who have picked us up hitchhiking that we need to send a postcard to"

We left our wonderful tipi behind - we never really got to properly live in it. Other than that, our escape back to wonderful, rainy Scotland was in every way a very happy, logical and exciting thought. Finding a real job, renting a real flat, buying real food, speaking a real language and having a normal life, yay!