Karl is the young man sitting behind the car in the photo. He is the perfect ad for picking up hitchhikers. Just outside Coober Pedy, Jack driving, we start to get up speed and there he is, classic pose, none of this post-modernist cardboard sign nonsense. Just a thumb and a smile.
We take ages to stop, turn around and toot the horn. He has been standing there since 7am and now it is after 3 in the afternoon. He throws the swag in the back, tells us he is heading to Alice for a wedding and settles into the rhythm. Within minutes Jack and Karl have bonded over music selection and Arts degrees.
When we get to Kulgera [just over the NT border] we decide to stop rather than drive in the dark. Karl wanders off into the night to pitch his tent, declining our offer of sharing the cabin we hire. In the morning he joins us for breakfast. He thought he had put his swag under a tree but it was the windsock on the airstrip, and he had spent the night on the edge of the dirt strip.
He rides with us again to The Alice, entertaining us with tales of mountain climbing, pendulum swinging [look it up, sounds amazing] and Pine Gap protests. We discuss the etiquette of hitchhiking. Contriibutions welcome. Thanx for the company, Karl.
