Kyle and I started our hitch-hiking adventure from the Jansenville petrol station.
Our thinking was to ask people who pulled up at the station for a lift. This would allow them to see that we weren’t going to kill them, and then we could also make sure they weren’t running a meth lab in the back of their bakkie.
After 2 hours we hadn't caught a lift and ended up walking off towards Graaff-Reinet hoping to get picked up along the way, which did in fact happen.
The funniest rejection we received was from a guy driving an open bakkie. There was nothing in the back, so space wasn’t an issue. We had become desperate by this stage, and we were keen to head to any major town in the area.
Here is the blow-by-blow dialogue.
Us: Hi Sir, how are you doing?
Him: Well thanks.
Us: Sir, where are you headed?
Him: I’m going to Uitenhage and then straight on to PE.
Us: Great. Would it be possible to catch a lift to Uitenhage with you?
Him: … No, I’m staying here in Jansenville.
Us: So you aren’t going to Uitenhage?
Him: … No, I’m staying here.
Us: But didn’t you just say … ummm…
Us: Ok, thanks.