2,729kms hitching with James comes to an end

so there we were on the side of the a-1trying to head north. I was exhausted only after a short walk and lay on the side of the road, in small patch of sunlight, clutching my somach while james went off down the road to see if there were any gasolinas nearby. He was gone about an hour and I was thinking about the cold nights ahead and how run down I was feeling. I began to make plans for myself and thourght about sleeping in a nice warm bed, having a good shower, and washing all the tramp dust from my grotty clothes, which were by now all of them..

So james and I had a big talk, reminised on our adventure and bid eachother goodbye with a big hug on the side of the road, and I left to find this hostel which was advertised as having excellent showers, something which excited me at the time.

It was sad to finish the adventure, but as I travelled I realised how liberating it is to travel alone, and although I love the guy to bits I was glad to be on my own. And the funny thing is I know james felt the same way.