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about me Iris Veldwijk Mind of a Hitchhiker Jonas Breuerabout me Iris Veldwijk Mind of a Hitchhiker Jonas Breuer image 2Hello! I’m Iris, the person behind Mind of a Hitchhiker. This is the page where you can get to know me a little.

My full name is Iris Tamara Veldwijk. If I’ve hitchhiked with you, you may know me as Iris Campobarrios, Тамара Ветер в Поле, 이리스. You can call me Iris.

I travel on a passport from the Netherlands and have been traveling (nearly) non-stop since November 2013. Before traveling, I was a university student. Other things I enjoy besides hitchhiking are playing guitar, reading Wikipedia, practicing yoga, unlearning harmful ways of thinking, hiking, learning languages, photography, studying maps, swimming, intersectional feminism, eating savory foods, and befriending other people’s pets. There are also many things I don’t enjoy, which I also write about. My pronouns are whatever you want them to be, though I mostly go by she/her.

This little space of the internet is where I write about my lived experiences as a traveler. As you might have guessed, Mind of a Hitchhiker is mostly about hitchhiking. Over the years, I’ve also ventured into writing about freecamping, couchsurfing, dumpster diving, sailboat crewing, digital nomading, long-distance kayaking, anything outdoors, and lots of generic travel blog topics such as country itineraries. With some of these activities, I’m no longer much involved, but I remain supportive of the people that pursue them. My main topic for the last [DateCounter startDate=”2014-01-18″ endDate=”now” format=”Years”] years has remained hitchhiking.

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A brief history of my travels (2010–2020)

2010–2012 about me page Iris Tamara Veldwijk Full-time university student who didn’t travel much.

about page timeline years Exchange student in Denmark, where I learned about hitchhiking, dumpster diving, and couchsurfing for the first time in September at age 21.

about page timeline years (1) Full-time student who traveled a lot and skipped many classes. Started hitchhiking solo in Scandinavia, the Balkans, Southern Europe. I did a very big hitchhiking trip during the summer holidays that introduced me to freecamping.

about page timeline years (2) Silently dropped out of university at age 22 to travel solo full-time. Hitchhiked around the UK. Didn’t take the return flight to Europe from the USA and then headed to the Mexican border.

about page timeline years (3) Hitchhiked solo in Central America for six months. Started a Tumblr blog and Facebook page called “Escapist”. Hitchhiked solo to the Caucasus, Iran, Turkey, and Cyprus for the other six months.

about page timeline years (4) Hitchhiked solo through many countries in Europe. Got the domain name “Mind of a Hitchhiker” for my Tumblr to change my blog name. Hitchhiked a sailing boat and a plane. Met Jonas for the first time. He moved my blog to WordPress so I could start blogging seriously. I joined him on a repositioning cruise to South America.

 Hitchhiked around South America for two years, often solo, sometimes with Jonas. Together we started Digital Nomads Guides.

Returned to university at age 26 to finish my degree and become debt-free. I got even more serious about the blog.

Now debt-free, Jonas and I traveled to Cabo Verde and Portugal before starting our Kayak+Work paddling trip down the Danube river from Germany to Austria, Slovakia, and Hungary. As intended, we came halfway. Then we traveled to China and Thailand, without camping gear.

We hitchhiked together in Myanmar, Thailand, and Malaysia until the coronavirus outbreak brought the world to a halt. We sheltered in Penang, Malaysia. I’m 28 years old.

Why is it called “Mind of a Hitchhiker”?

Back in 2014 when I started sharing about my travels, my Tumblr and Facebook page names were “Escapist”. Since I had now become comfortable in having dropped out of university, I wasn’t really escaping anymore. So it was time for a name change.

When I wanted to buy a domain name, some ideas were “HitchWithIris.com” to “FreeRideIris.com” and “TravelByThumb.com”.

I wanted something that wouldn’t directly imply my gender at people. Something that clearly stated that the main topic is hitchhiking and that there might be some deep stuff to read, as I tried in my early blogging days. With the help of some friends and plentiful alcohol in Belgrade (Serbia), I settled on Mind of a Hitchhiker.

First I changed my Tumblr domain to mindofahitchhiker.tumblr.com. Unskilled at the internet, I painstakingly tried to make the Tumblr just MindOfaHitchhiker.com and apply the theme. Once I had succeeded, I kept blogging on the Tumblr user interface. Back in the day, you couldn’t rename a Facebook page, so I had to start a new one from scratch.

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When I met Jonas, he offered to move my blog from Tumblr to WordPress. He said it was much better. During our time together in Tarifa (Spain), he taught me the ropes before I left for Portugal.

It’s Mind of a hitchhiker, not the hitchhiker. I’m one of many hitchhikers around the world. This blog is mostly about what has been going on in my mind, but I’ve never intended this blog to only be for me. I also welcome other hitchhikers and nomadic adventurers to share what’s on their minds.

So even though Mind of a Hitchhiker is mostly my project, I’d like to share it with you.

Hitchhiking Cordoba Argentina 2016

Which people run this website?

I run this website virtually alone (for now). I’m the one who writes all the articles, makes the maps, takes the photos, edits the videos, formats the posts, publishes them, and shares them on social media. It’s a lot of work and I do this full-time. It’s my job.

So there’s no Virtual Assistant (VA) to take care of some things for me. I don’t have a big team to create amazing content for me while I’m just the face of the blog.

My partner Jonas Breuer is a full-time freelance web developer. He helps me with website maintenance, proofreading articles, bouncing ideas, advanced code, and figuring out what the hell “12:37 AM” means. We often work side-by-side from dingy hotel rooms to comfy Airbnbs; he’ll do some client work and I’ll write about my hitchhiking experiences.

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How do you monetize this site? Where are the ads?

I run this website mostly on donations by the readers. If I’ve written a wildly useful article, I’ll sometimes include the information for people to donate an amount they like or think it was worth.

Hah, some people might find it silly that I’m not running any ads on this website. But I really don’t like ads myself, so I’m trying to keep us both happy.

The only thing I advertise on this site is the books from Digital Nomads Guides. Those guidebooks are written by Jonas, me, and a handful of other authors. These make me some money but have mostly been a great experience to learn from. 

There are also affiliate links on this website. Since the idea of you buying physical things that may clutter your life doesn’t bring me any joy, I only include links to products that are honest recommendations. I hope you won’t buy new objects when you already have an object that fulfills the task. My tip is always to first ask for the item in your circle to borrow or buy. There’s nothing better than to bring a tried and tested object on another adventure. You could put the money you saved to fulfill a dream instead.

You can read more on the support page.

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How to use this website?

You already figured out the ‘accordion’ feature with the + and that make this text appear and collapse.

Though the design of this website is mobile-friendly (‘responsive’), I still think it’s best enjoyed on a computer screen.

My website has many cool features to make my stories rich in information. One thing you’ll find a lot on these pages is the binocular symbol. If you’re on a computer, you can hover over the binoculars with your mouse to see additional text. If you’re on a smartphone, you can tap and hold the binoculars to open the text.

Next up is the search bar on the top right of the page on a computer and on top of each page on your smartphone. You can type any word in the search bar and you’ll find each article in which it is mentioned. This can be anything from “Austria” to “kayaking” or “bread”. 

Any time you want to return to the homepage, click on the logo on top of the page.

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How did you and Jonas meet?

Ye asked, so ye shall receive this whole-ass blog post inside a blog post:

In mid-2015, my tablet broke on the Rock of Gibraltar. I’d done most of my blogging on my tablet at that time and I depended on it for navigating while hitchhiking. I had no smartphone to find my way back to my Couchsurfing host’s address in La Linea across the border in Spain.

Tarifa Digital Nomads facebook group meeting Jonas retrieved may 18th 2020In September 2015, I hitchhiked from a Spanish village just outside of Gibraltar to Tarifa, the southernmost point in Europe. I’d arranged a piece of floor to crash on via the Facebook group Tarifa Digital Nomads.

My host was Jonas, who was sharing an Airbnb at that time with a fellow digital nomad from Germany. We first visited the southernmost point of Europe together before meeting his flatmate, who I thought was definitely his girlfriend, but perhaps not for much longer because there wasn’t much affection between them and he was looking funny at me. (It took me a long time to crack this code.)


I intended to stay for one night in Tarifa before moving on to Sevilla to buy a new tablet at the Media Markt there. Instead, Jonas and I fell in love over a game of durak. I didn’t leave Tarifa for about two weeks. I found a lot of excuses not to continue my trip through Andalucía and on to Portugal. Besides falling in love, we also worked a bit and Jonas introduced me to the concept of digital nomadism. He liked my budding travel blog and said it had potential.

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Then it was time to leave. Our travel plans weren’t compatible, so I hitchhiked away to Portugal and he stayed in Tarifa for a longer time until his flight from Málaga to Berlin. He had mentioned something-something about a cruise to South America, while my rough sketch was to travel coastally to Andorra, Jersey, and Guernsey.

Such are the ways of travel. But also: catch rides, not feelings.

 

Jonas and I kept in touch. After hitchhiking for multiple days with a British guy named Charlie who had rented a car without a plan. I got myself a new tablet in Sevilla. We continued our drive towards where I was headed. After the rollercoaster I’d experienced in Tarifa, I wanted to completely dodge the potential of getting flirted with. So I preemptively told my driver I was a raging lesbian, which was an unnecessary lie and I’m sorry. My feelings confused my mind.

Hitchhiking to Lisbon Lisboa Portugal in 2015 about Iris Veldwijk

After saying goodbye to Charlie, I was hitchhiking shorter rides again. I used my new tablet to connect to the internet and do some small blogging things. From a roadside pub headed south to Sagres, I chatted with Jonas via messenger and Skype. I truly enjoyed his company from afar.

When I saw that my Norwegian friend John was in Cascais, I turned 180° and hitchhiked to Portugal’s capital city Lisbon. Meanwhile, Jonas had floated the idea to divert his flight and fly from Lisbon to Berlin in order to meet me. I didn’t think he’d do it, so I told him to do it.

Once in Lisbon, I made my way over to Cascais to meet up with John. We got day drunk and I told him all about Jonas. I poured out my heart and lamented the whole falling in love issue at hand. It may seem silly now, but I was trying to stay single for five years. In September 2015, I was three years in. Just like my smoking habit, I wasn’t about to quit. John semi-seriously said that it might be true love and that

John left Portugal and I found out that a classmate from high school was doing her semester abroad in Lisbon. She hosted me at her student house for a few nights, until Jonas came. I was supposed to meet him one morning, but I chickened out and left him stranded. That evening, I initiated another meet with Jonas and put on a full-face of make-up borrowed from my host to look different. Coupled with Dutch courage, I packed my shit and went to the rendezvous.

Couchsurfing Lisbon Portugal 2015 about Iris Veldwijk

At the Praça Luís de Camões, I almost couldn’t find Jonas in the darkness. When a tall figure approached me I knew it was him. We greeted each other with a kiss and enjoyed that evening before walking to the Miradouro de Santa Catarina. Finally, I joined him on the ferry across the Tejo river in Montijo, where he had rented an Airbnb for the week. The next days, we did some typical touristy and fun things in Lisbon like visiting the Christo Rei statue and smoking shisha. Over the cloying fumes of the latter, I confessed my love to Jonas, which he reciprocated.

Jonas meeting Lisbon Portugal Christ statue about Iris Veldwijk

Nearing the end of Jonas’ stay in Lisbon, we took a motor scooter day trip to Cabo da Roca—the westernmost point of Europe. In a café there, we discussed the big question: what do?

He had to go to Berlin the next day. I wanted to hitchhike to the top of the Serra da Estrela. I also really didn’t want to fly. Did I want to give a relationship a chance? Yes.

So I said that I’d come with to Berlin as long as we’d be on the same flight. So Jonas immediately booked a ticket from his phone while I deleted Tinder from my tablet. We were both overjoyed with this decision to be together.

A few hours later, we’d dropped off our scooter in Cascais and were on the light rail back to Lisbon. Then Jonas got the message that my flight ticket got canceled. Jonas spent the whole evening waiting for someone else to cancel and then rebook my ticket. I thought it was futile and had given up on joining him, but he persisted.

Some gracious person canceled and Jonas got me a seat. We wouldn’t sit next to each other, but we’d be together. Then we had to pack, make our way across the river, smoke one last shisha, and then take Uber to the airport. Anticlimactically, Lisbon Airport’s second terminal was closed this early in the morning.

 

In the next weeks, we got to know each other even more. Then we had to decide whether we wanted to continue this beyond Europe. Jonas was going onto the Nomad Cruise from Gran Canaria (Spain) to Brazil. So I joined that cheap repositioning cruise.

We traveled from Germany to the Netherlands and met each other’s parents in a hurry. In my hometown, we hitchhiked from the train station to my mom’s home. That was Jonas’ very first hitch.

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The end of the beginning.

You're Dutch. Why don't you write in Dutch?

The greatest way for you to not be reading my blog right now is to write in Dutch. Writing in Dutch is a rather joyless experience for me. After probably ten years of not having written anything longer than an email in Dutch, I’d probably embarrass myself.

Now we’re touching on the topic of nationality, I have to mention that lying back and thinking of the Netherlands leaves me cold. I’d much rather think of a different place. There are people in that country I love, but not the country. I despise nationalism and displays thereof.

I enjoy having a strong passport, but I’m not going to be proud of a document I pay for that I don’t even possess. If statelessness was a viable option I’d take it.

Belovezhskaya pushcha Belarus cycling trip Iris Veldwijk

Why are there binoculars in your logo and everywhere on this website?

I’ve had this necklace with binoculars pendant since early 2012 or something. I bought it in Madrid. The chain broke and I replaced it with a length of fishing line. It used to be gold-colored, but now it just looks nasty. The mean people at airports have been trying to steal this from me.

I also used to travel with real bulky binoculars. I like them as a symbol. It kind of implies ‘remoteness’ and ‘taking a closer view’, which I do in my horribly detailed long-ass blog posts.

Here’s the necklace back in March 2012 and then in September 2019.

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How can I support Iris / Mind of a Hitchhiker?

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Who is taking these pictures, your boyfriend???

When traveling solo: I take most of the pictures I’m in myself. I just put the camera on self-timer and put it on the ground or on a high surface. In busy places, I often ask a person nearby to take a photo of me and also take a photo of them. I didn’t have to be in a relationship with these people to get a photo in return.

When traveling together: Now that I have a partner, Jonas sometimes takes a photo of me for me when I ask. I do the same for him. If he’s not with me, I take a photo of myself using self-timer. My camera is a bit more expensive these days, so I tend to not put the camera on the ground anymore.

How often do you sleep outside? In a tent or under the open sky? – Noa from sweden

Hey Noa,

I almost always used a tent during my trips. Only in a few circumstances did I sleep without a tent under the sky. The answer to how often I sleep outside depends on the year:

2013–2015: a lot (at minimum 2 per month, in Georgia I lived in my tent for more than a month)

2015–2018: a little less often (once a month)

2018: not at all

2019: four times (during the kayak trip)

2020: not at all. I didn’t even bring a tent to Asia!

Back in 2012, I bought my first one-person tent, which I used a lot on my early hitchhiking trips in 2013. When I quit university and started traveling full-time, I used my tent a few times before I traveled without a tent to the USA.

In early 2014, someone in Mexico gave me a six-person tent, which was too heavy to take anywhere. Later in Mexico, some other people gave me a one-person tent without the rain fly. I used that during my travels in Central America. Then when I returned to Europe in mid-2014, I picked up my store-bought tent and used that a lot in the Caucasus countries until it got stolen. Then someone donated me a simple dome tent, which I used in Iran and Northern Cyprus. In December 2014, I bought a new one-person tent.

In 2015, I hitchhiked with that tent all over Europe and freecamped in almost every country with that tent. I still have it. Then I traveled to South America with that tent and used it less and less often, which is because I often stayed with Jonas. I still used it in a few countries there alone. Whenever Jonas joined me, we slept in a small two-person tent he carried. This one broke once, so we went through another tent in South America.

Fast-forward to 2019, when we kayaked on the Danube river. We camped a total of four times on that trip in a borrowed two-person tent. Only one of those nights we freecamped under the stars in the Slovak-Hungarian border region. The other three nights we stayed at paid campings in Germany and Austria.

So that’s my freecamping and tent history! It’s eight tents in total, wow.

I’d love to be doing the same! But its been a while since I’ve been travelling. I wonder how to get started. And more than the practicalities, I mean the mentality. What advice would you give to a perennial traveller whose been out of the game for a little bit?

Getting back in the game can be a daunting task! I get nervous every time I’ve sat still for a while and then I’m suddenly supposed to hitchhike again. Nervous, but also excited! If it’s nervousness without excitement, better wait another day. I’ve postponed leaving a place many times just because it didn’t “feel right” in that moment. Of course, this is done more easily when you’re hitchhiking and there’s no fixed day and time, as opposed to having a fixed departure time when flying.

It’s time to get your game-face on again. For me, it helps to put on my hitchhiking ‘uniform’ (aka ‘warrior outfit’) and grab other stuff that I have traveled with. There’s something about putting on my hiking boots that makes me feel ready. Also, just putting my backpack on my shoulders makes me rise to the challenge. When I finish writing the hitchhiking sign, it usually means I’ll hit the road within 24 hours. All these are steps in my mental preparation, but perhaps that’s just me.

For people who are not per se hitchhiking, it might be a motivation to grab one’s passport and leaf through it. Or just start collecting the stuff you’d bring on a trip and put it in one visible place. Even when you’re not yet leaving, you’ve started to categorize your stuff into travel stuff and non-travel stuff. You might even start packing it in your backpack/suitcase – though I know some people get really stressed out from packing.

If you don’t want to be dealing with physical stuff, perhaps try eating something out of the ordinary. Get it from somewhere, or try cooking it yourself. Travel is largely improvisation, and so is cooking. It makes or keeps you flexible, which is mostly a mindset irrespective of the task. Those qualities are very helpful when doing (things that are considered) silly/dangerous while abroad.

I know some people who just take it real slow when they start. They fly out, stay a while in the city/town near the airport eating familiar foods. Then they take a bus to the next place, introduce themselves to something unfamiliar etc. It’s the comfort-zone people who expand at their own pace. They are building up the confidence until they feel comfortable enough to do something like hitchhiking or freecamping.

These are some of the ways to get back into travel-mode I can think of right now. Whatever it is, it has to be your idea and choice in the end. No one can feel and understand your travel-style as well as you do. I hope something here works for you and you’ll be on the road soon again. Happy travels!

 

Any tips for where to pitch a tent when you’re in a city?

Wheeeee I’m not the expert on city freecamping as I usually try my best to find a host/24-hour place in big cities, but I’ll give it a try 🙂

The first time I camped out in a city was in Debrecen, Hungary in the summer of 2013 at the Petőfi square. I was kicked out of the nearby train station by the police along with a few other travelers and festival-dwellers. So I rolled out my sleeping bag under a tree in the park and slept without my tent that night. I felt safe enough to catch a few Z’s as there were a few other like-minded folks around who were in the same situation. Most importantly, I was fucking tired and didn’t give a crap anymore. At 6:00 I had enough, packed up my shit and caught my first (ever!) truck ride to Budapest. Good memories!

As for where it’s good to pitch a tent, first question whether it’s necessary to pitch the full tent or whether it’s good enough to just roll out a sleeping bag. A tent stands out more than a formless heap of human on the ground and if you’re made to move, you’ll be out way faster. Remember that your primary objective is to get some sleep and to be the least disturbed. Consider the following things:

  • The weather: will it rain?
  • Authority: will the cops come by to remove me? Is it legal?
  • Humans: will passersby be scared shitless? Will they call the authorities on me?
  • Location: am I on or in the way of anything? Is this private property? Do people urinate here?
  • Fellow rough sleepers: am I occupying the spot of a homeless person? Do I have their permission to join?
  • Visibility: does the spot get really dark or are there city lights? Are there cameras around?

Sometimes I feel more safe when there’s more lights around – even when it deprives me of sleep – and other times I want to be as invisible as possible. It’s usually the latter for me. I’ve noticed when traveling together with cis men, that they are a lot less picky about a spot than I am. One time I’ve suffered the consequences of that in the “city” of Jermuk, Armenia, when me and my hitching partner were attacked in the tent in a city park. Now I’d rather ditch a travel partner than settle for a spot that’s not up to my standards.

People walking by will generally assume you’re homeless, so if that is seen as a problem, respectfully explain your situation, without disrespecting homeless people of course. In some countries it’s illegal to sleep on the streets (certain states of the USA, I’m looking at you), so it’s best to avoid this at all costs for your own sake. While during hitchhiking, the cops might help you by giving you a ride, when sleeping in public (tent or no tent) they are almost never your friend. Asking the cops if you may camp in their yard might yield a positive result when they like you. They have the power to say yes or no, and no one is there to stop them from going on a power trip.

Most of your city camping experiences will depend on the hospitality of the country you do it in. The small cities of Uruguay usually have a grassy “Plaza de Armas” and the people are so chill that permission will likely be granted. In Spain, the Guardia Civil are (very generally) super joyless people that will not entertain any ideas of adventure. Sometimes it’s best to just hike out of a city or at least the popular/tourist center. If you’re in the center and the city is too big to walk out of, try sleeping in a 24-hour ATM booth (tip by my friend Xiao Wei).

When you’re in Spain or another warm country, never ever pitch your tent on the lush green grass that’s been well-kept. There’s probably hidden sprinklers in there and you might wake up to a nasty and wet surprise as I experienced in Taragona in summer 2015. Dried-out grass is safe from such events.

The one time I really did pitch my tent, blew up my mattress and got super comfy in a city was in Liverpool in December 2013. I was super drunk and had asked prices at a hostel and the answer was “a dorm bed will be £35”. That’s a great offer to walk away from, so two blocks down the street I found a library that was under construction with a few square meters of grass. I pitched my tent, fell asleep and the next day I was better rested than a night at an extortionately-priced bunk bed would ever have given me. I slept in until 9:00 and even though my tent was less than a meter from the busy sidewalk, not a single soul noticed me sitting there smoking my morning cigarette before packing up.

As always, it’s best to check out Hitchwiki.org for a specific location to see where others have camped out before. If you’re the first, be sure to add your contribution to Hitchwiki when you made an experience, good or bad. City camping usually requires a lot of improvisation and flexibility to move on a whim.

I hope this was helpful. Let’s be happy campers!

What’s your opinion on cheese?

Excellent question! I’m happy to elaborate…

Cheese is great. It’s tremendous. I love cheese. Yuuuge cheeses. The more cheese the better.

However, not all cheese is created equal. There’s bouncy cheese, hard cheese, and super squishy cheese. Smelly cheese and unsmellable cheese. Fifty shades of yellow, white and blue cheese. Each has their own superpowers.

I didn’t eat raw Dutch cheese for about eight years of my life. What the fuck is “raw cheese”, you ask? I don’t exactly remember, but it had something to do with the lack of gooeyness and funky texture. My life has improved significantly since I’m munching cheese again without discriminating on the very glorious state of its being. I even had a bite of vegan cheese. Whatever the fuck that is.

I could write a book on how to hitchhike with your favorite cheese.

First of, you should consider the type of cheese and the way you’d like to munch it. Go make yourself a sandwich, if bread is the vessel of choice for your cheese. Want to be pretentious AF and munch it with some wine? Do it. Just be careful with combining booze and hitchhiking. Would you like to eat that cheese just as it is? Go for it. No one can come between you and your cheese. No one.

Secondly, you have to consider the packaging. #Notallcheese responds well to volatile temperatures and being tossed into car trunks and from high trucks. Wrap it up in plastic or put it in a well-sealed box. You don’t want to end up with a smear of roquefort all over the inside of your backpack.

And finally, you have to consider your timing. You can easily eat a block of queso chacra while waiting for a ride in Spain. That’s because your ride in Spain will likely never happen. However, don’t commit to eating anything more than a humble string of Oaxaca cheese while putting up your thumb on a busy road in Armenia. Otherwise you’ll have to talk to your potential driver while choking on the glorious stringy cheese that deserves your full attention. It’s a hazard.

There’s more to all of this, but then I’d actually have to write the damn book on how to hitchhike with your favorite cheese, and I don’t really want to commit to that.

I hope my opinion on cheese was worth it.

I am interested in branching out into your style of travelling. What are the things that you bring with you regardless of location, climate and duration of travel?

A tent! I can’t do without my tent and related camping gear like a mattress and sleeping bag. I think backpackers sometimes look like snails, with their big fat backpacks attached to their backs, shuffling slowly into a hostel. But wait, why carry so much crap on your back and not a tent? A snail has its house so why don’t you?

If you’re hitchhiking, you’ve eliminated the costs for transportation, but accommodation is always the big spending department – and one day can cost you €5 while the next day you might be forced into paying €30. If you carry your own tent, you don’t give a flying fuck about the situation. When no one hears your couchsurfing cries, when the hostels are filled to capacity, when the cheapest place to stay is quadruple your budget, you meet the situation with a shrug and pitch your tent somewhere quiet, dark, and safe.

Besides the camping stuff, my most important possessions are my guitar to make money by busking in the streets of big cities, my tablet for writing this blog and contacting couchsurfing hosts and procrastinating on the internet, a swiss army knife for clipping nails and opening wine bottles, and finally, a towel!

Where are you from?

It’s really not that hard to find things on my website. I even made an about page for really, really basic shit. I’m from the Netherlands/Holland/that country with flowers, cheese, wooden shoes, weed, and legalized prostitution. None of these things reflect back on me personally (except for cheese).

The Netherlands is located in the European Union (EU) and that’s why I can travel to shitloads of countries visa-free. My passport is by far the best thing my Passport Nation gave me. I’m not from Amsterdam. Not every Dutch person is from Amsterdam. I don’t know people who can host you on Couchsurfing in Amsterdam. The language spoken in the Netherlands/Holland is called “Dutch”. I speak it too, but I prefer my blog to be in English so there’s a higher chance you can read it!

Did you visit Morocco ?

Yes, I visited Morocco in the spring of 2012 with a friend. This is before I became a hitchhiker. If you want to see all the countries that I have visited and/or hitchhiked in, go to this page which shows a world map with the countries I’ve been to and some routes I have made across the world.

Vital question : Where do you find all those cardboards to write your destinations on ? 😉

The issue of finding cardboard is an important matter. It’s the first time I’m publicly talking about the determination and mad skills it takes to find cardboard anywhere and my secret to obtaining the aforementioned skills—if you sign up for my newsletter! Cardboard is everywhere human beings are! If there are cars, there’s cardboard. Guaranteed. If there are no cars, you can’t hitchhike, so why and how would you be there?

On a serious note (the previous was quite serious too), I just go into shops and ask for “karton”. The English “cardboard” is one of the most pointless words ever as nearly all other languages are using “karton” or something really similar to that. Once the shop owner understands what I’m asking I usually get to slaughter a box for my hitchhiking signs. I ask if they have a box-cutter knife or scissors for that so I don’t have to grab my own which would possibly make me seem suspicious of a crime.

Trash day is the best day of the week in any big city because you don’t have to ask anybody for cardboard and you can find it on every corner of the street! It’s a bummer when it’s raining though, as wet cardboard (even when dried up again) makes highly hideous hitchhiking signs. Sometimes it’s best to open a few skips (trash containers/dumpsters) to find the good cardboard. Even in the most desolate places, cardboard usually gets “recycled” (i.e. dumped in a designated place) which is awesome as you can find large quantities and get to find the best piece of all.

Only in a desperate situation I use cardboard from a used pizza box, as they always have cheese stains. Smooth, clean and dry cardboard is the holy grail for writing up that destination! 😉

What is your advice to other women wanting to backpack/travel like you do in regards to safety? Since unfortunately sexism/the patriarchy still runs rampant.

I’ve written about safety and street harassment abroad before and I’m not the most positive person in giving advice to other (self-identifying) women, besides not listening to men. Unless the *men in your life are actually cool, they’re very likely to tell you that traveling solo (whether hitchhiking or not) can’t be done as a woman and is a guarantee to a short life.

If I’d listened to the men in my life I wouldn’t have seen or done half of the experiences that have formed me as a person and there’d be no blog for you to read. If you’re starting out with solo travel, get used to ignoring the “you’re on a suicide-mission”-comments and find support from other female travelers out there on the internet (e.g. Facebook groups). It’s about finding “your people” who will **respect your choices and only give advice when you’re asking them for advice.

If taking courses in self-defense or carrying around pepper spray wherever you go (including public bathrooms) makes you feel safer, do it! Just know that it’s not a 100% life-saving guarantee and that you’re contributing financially to the whole “women’s anti-rape/protection” economy; we buy pepper spray instead of teaching boys and men not to rape or otherwise harm women. You also need to know that if you don’t know how to use your weapon, it’s very likely to be used against you, sooner rather than later.

Don’t underestimate the power you have without weapons or violence: if the situation isn’t physical yet, you can use your voice to try to solve the situation diplomatically and get the hell out of there. Creating a lot of confusion also helps to steer off insecure potential attackers. I did the latter a few times in sketchy situations by speaking Dutch – the most confusing language on earth? – to them very suddenly… it bought me time to bring myself to safety.

“The world is not ready for women doing shit like that” should only be met with the response that some of us aren’t willing to sit around and wait for the world to be ready. Basta. You’ll find your own ways of keeping yourself out of scary situations by being out there. Nobody can really give you tailored advice, as the treatment you’ll get in life is dependent on more than just your (perceived) gender. Become the expert on your life’s curveballs that are constantly thrown at you. Most of all, never let the shit-stains of the world get what they want, by doing everything they want you to do…

*and women. There are plenty of women telling me – like men – that I can’t do what I do because they’ve internalized the misogyny spewed over them by the patriarchy all their lives. Arguing with them is pointless.
**Note: there’s a nasty bunch of women travelers out there that still slut-shame and victim-blame other female travelers if they get assaulted by saying shit like “yeah, but that outfit was super revealing”. I don’t really have to mention that these people have a desperate need for more education on the matter; maybe throw in some sensitivity training too while we’re at it.

How is your average day? if there is an average day for you.

An average day hitchhiking is usually really dependent on where I wake up – whether that’s a freecamping spot or someone’s home – and what the hitchhiking goal is for that day. If I’m just regularly hitchhiking and not speed hitchhiking, I get up at some time between 6 and 10 a.m. Depending on the availability of a shower and stand-by breakfast, I’ll do those things first.

If I’m freecamping I wake up at sunrise and smoke a cigarette outside of my tent as the first thing in the morning – gross, I know – and appreciate the beauty of my surroundings. Freecamping requires leaving early as it’s illegal in most countries, so I roll up my sleeping bag and mattress, break down and pack up my tent, and get lost ASAP! Of course, I take my trash with me when I leave.

The first thing I do at the road is observe traffic: how many cars are passing in ten minutes, how many have space for me and my backpack, what their number plate tells me and how people interact with me from their cars. This information is vital in telling me how easy/tough of a day I’ll have. Then I put up my thumb, stop a car and take a ride with (mostly friendly) strangers towards my destination. My day is full of interesting conversations

I do this, with little breaks for food, drink, toilet, and WiFi (to update you people!) until I get to my desired destination. If I don’t make it there, I find a freecamping spot or occasionally get invited to someone’s home. For staying long-term in a place, I message potential hosts on Couchsurfing or find a host in the myriad of Facebook groups that are out there to make instant new friends. After a successful day of hitchhiking, I enjoy the evening with a beer and some more conversation!

How do you fund your trips? I see that you don’t pay for travel nor a place to sleep, but visas, food, hygiene must cost money. Where is this money from?

All your answers can be found in this little piece I wrote about Budgeting. Enjoy!

How did you begin? What was the catalyst that drove you to this lifestyle?

I started hitchhiking in 2012 when I was on study semester abroad in Aarhus, Denmark. Some of my roommates hitchhiked and it all sounded very excited. One day I felt like going to the west coast of Denmark, so I woke up my roommate and asked if he wanted to join. It took some eight rides to get there and we had to take the train back, but it set the precedent for going about it alone. A few weeks later I had my first solo hitches in Kirkenes, Norway, and it took my fears away as everything went fine.

Flash forward to November 2013: I quit my studies after being fed up with them for a long time already. First thing I do? Pick up my packed backpack and hitchhike to a friend in Belgium, then onward to the UK to visit more friends. Since then I haven’t stopped!

For how long do you think you will continue your hitchhiking? Any time-frame in your mind? Or going with the flow?

I have no clue! Of course I wish to continue hitchhiking as long as possible, but something might happen that changes everything – much like the way I started doing this. Any serious injury could put a sad end to my adventures as hitchhiking also involves a lot of hiking, too. Though I can’t see how, there’s a possibility I might get bored with hitchhiking one day, as anything can become a routine!

One thing I can say for sure, is that hitchhiking changes once you get older. I already get a load of questions (at 24!) of why I’m not settled down or don’t have children and I think people might get more reluctant to stop their cars for a woman who “should have her life sorted by now” than someone who still looks like a student. However, many mature hitchhikers out there prove the opposite/still don’t give a shit for those ageist notions and continue to give people the thumbs up.

Another worry I have is about self-driving cars… a robot won’t stop for hitchhikers. Will this be the end of hitchhiking? Can someone please make an app for those self-driving cars to recognize hitchhikers and stop for them?

These are mostly worries about the future though, so I think I’ll just Go with the flow until something stops me!

 

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    • Hola Paul,
      Gracias por tu mensaje! Voy a Sudamerica el proximo mes y quiero visitar Peru tambien. Si quieres seguir a donde voy y cuando vengo al Peru, mantener un ojo en este sitio web o suscribirse a mi boletin de noticias! www.mindofahitchhiker.com/newsletter
      Espero conocerte alli!
      Iris

  1. Hi Iris,

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  2. Hi Iris,

    I’m Katie from featherytravels. I’m just writing to you personally as I am trying to compile a post of magical wild camping spots. I know you have a much bigger following than me, so it would be quite a big favour, but I wondered if you would consider including something? All I would need is between 100-400 words, a photo or two of the place, a very short bio and any links you want including.

    Let me know if you’re interested, but I wont be offended if not!

    Keep being awesome!

    Katie

    www.featherytravels.com

  3. Waoo me encanta tu blog y tu actitud positiva!
    Please come to Colombia!! You are more than welcome here 🙂
    Keep being awesome !
    Lina

  4. Hi Iris, love what you’re doing! I help organise a night in London called Tales of Adventure where we have 2 in-person speakers talk to us about whatever adventure they have just been on and we do a ‘live call’ to someone currently on an adventure. It’s just a 5-10 minute Skype / phone chat about where you are and what you’re up to. What you be interested??? I’m sure the audience would love to know about your trip! Please let me know if you are and I can pass on a few more details. Many thanks, Anna

    • Hey Anna! Sounds like a great idea 🙂 I’ll send you an email right away!

  5. Hi Iris, nice job you’ve got, eh. Well, next year I’m going to hitchhike around Europe and Probably Georgia too. I wanted to know, do you have any tips? (It’s not the first time I hitchhike, but it will be the first time I’ll go to Europe). Also I’m going on a really low budget, pretty non-existant, you know if I can find a job? I mean, just for like a day or two.
    Thanks, Saúl.

    • Hey Saúl! Are you going to Europe in summer? That’s by far the easiest time to find temporary work, like in hostels and fruit picking. Europe is quite different every 300km so there’s no specific tips. A lot of people speak English, but everyone loves it if you can say “thank you” and “cheers” in their languages, instant kudos!
      Happy travels!

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  8. Hi Iris,

    I’m an Aussie Girl living in Scotland at the moment, but planning on making my way across Europe, Turkey & Asia in a few months while heading back to Aus. I just read an article about you and LOVE what you do. If you happen to be travelling around Europe in November and want a travel buddy I’d love to join you! 😀

    • Do it! You’ll have an awesome trip 😀 I’ll be in South America for a while… It’s easy to get stuck sometimes 😉

  9. Sounds awesome to me. That’s exactly how I travel, but I have only been doing it for a few months and still have to learn a few more chords on the ukulele to play on the streets ;D I am also writting about it on www.lucidlucas.com if you would like to check it out and leave some feedback! ^^ I will definitely follow you on your adventures, finally found a travel blogger that suits my style. 🙂
    Later!

    • Hey! Looking forward to your first blog posts 🙂 the photos are looking good already

      • Thank you so much I just published my first guide on how o travel the world on a low budget it would mean a lot to have some feedback coming from you 😀

        • Hey Lucas! Nice article 🙂 I like how you point out how much eating out costs vs. buying food in the supermarket. People may realize this is one of the factors that’s killing their travel budget. Keep it up!

  10. i enjoy your style of writing, and your interests in hitchhiking and illegal camping especially (two of my favourite things). Ive been living a similar existence abroad for over two years now but only just starting to get motivated to share some it on my website. Ive been searching through other travel websites for how others do things and it really does my lid in how everyone suddenly becomes an “expert” at travel (if that even is a thing) the moment they start a website. such bullshit. Its refreshing to read some down to earth stuff. Ill keep an eye on your blog in future maybe one day we will pass on the road even 😉
    cheers
    ty

    • Hey Lost Aussie thanks for the compliment! 😀 Travel can change quite a bit once you share your shit on the internet – for better or for worse! – but it’s been a rewarding experience so far. Just don’t forget to keep doing fun stuff like freecamping and catching rides while you’re at it, we don’t do it just for the blogging! Happy hitchin’ 😉

  11. You are so inspiring! I wish I could Skype with you because I have so many questions regarding hitchhiking in South and Central America (: you are really brave (: go girl!

  12. Hi Iris,

    It’s Boysterous. We are currently in Bora Bora sailing around the world. Going on an adventure just like you. 😃

    • Hey Vickie and Joe! 😀 Nice to hear from you again! So you crossed the Panama Canal already? :O That’s really amazing. I hope you have a speedy voyage from French Polynesia to wherever the next leg of your trip takes you. I still look back with joy at our trip to Malta (and since then I’ve quit smoking so I can be better crew) back in 2015. Cheers from Colombia!

  13. Hey Iris,

    This is J. I am a hitchhiker, too. I hitchhiked to where I am now, Colombia, from the United States. I have not met any other hitchhikers since leaving the states, though I have met several backpackers. I discovered your website, along with others, through hitchwiki.org. If you are up for it, I would like to hitch a few kilometers with you, as I could use a few pointers. I am almost completely broke and I am looking to buy a guitar so I can avoid starving to death. Thank you for maintaining a website, because I usually feel like the only one living like this. Buen viaje, Mind of a Hitchhiker.

  14. hi iris,
    I was wondering why you didn’t hitchhike Africa (don’t tell me it’s scares you or something like that don’t believe social media …just go there and explore ) Africa is magic …also I know a lot of my friends who hitchhiked and cycled the whole Africa , and they loved it so much
    keep hitchhiking you’re a great person …
    where I can find your book?

  15. Hi Iris, so wonderful to connect!
    Greetings from visit50.com

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