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Anonymous
Why back to Peterborough? You'd escaped already.
So I hitched Brighton to London at 5am after sleeping overnight on a building site, got picked up by a 60yr old hippy who drove me directly to my destination in London, regaling me with stories about how his commune in Wales fell apart when everyone got jealous of everyone else fucking their wives, and he got me to roll joints along the way, broke into a rendition of Rubiyaat of Omar Kyham (sp, can't be bothered to google), whilst not quite hitting the back of a police car at one point in central London. Best hitch ever.
Other than that, distances are less interesting than all the phew-this-one's-not-a-murderers you meet along the way.
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