Let’s get the hitchhiking stories out of the way first:
Amsterdam to Paris was remarkably easy, the last ride with an Armenian-French guy who wanted to talk politics. He asked what Americans thought about France and my opinion on the brewing Gaza/Israel war. I said that the average American doesn’t think about France and that I thought America is more in the pocket of Israel than the other way around.
He wasn’t satisfied with either answer, so he prodded and we talked and talked. He was upset at how heavy handed the Israelis have been and said there was a need for humans to be respected everywhere. For a mental and physical rest after this long discussion we pulled off the road at a highway gas station. I pointed to the clumps of people picnicking under trees with garbage strewn around them and asked, “What do you think of gypsies?”
Reflexively, he blurted, “I hate them!” Realizing this wasn’t in the spirit of what he had been saying, he was quiet for a moment but then, uncontrollably, went on: “They take and take from the state and contribute nothing. Nothing!”
He left me almost under the shadow of the Arc de Triomphe where he lived and where I coincidentally had an appointment to meet a friend. (It sounds crazy to make appointments that are dependent on hitchhiking hundreds of miles, doesn’t it?) She was with a friend who lives in Japan and, coincidentally, we knew two people in common. This happens more than you’d think; I get around! We had the Tour de France’s last day happening right behind us, but we watched on the TV screen in the cafe, which felt very decadent, very Parisian.
I hitchhiked from the south back to Paris with a “CALIFORNIE A PARIS” sign to great effect. (It’s all about the font.) I made 675km (420 miles) in eight hours in two rides, both from men with their sons in the back seat. The driver above was Congolese-French. My first question to him was if he knew Bisso Na Bisso, a group with the second best African song I know: “L’Union“. (The best is “Amadamara” by Freddie Gwala. The best French song of all time is Belgian: “Ca Plane Pour Moi” by Plastic Bertrand.)
It’s not always rosy, but there are strong possibilities for hitchhiking in France. To contrast this with more traditional forms of travel, a friend bought a Paris-Grenoble round trip train ticket for 155 euros, which is about what a Brussels-Zanzibar one-way ticket is going for at the moment.
I feel like the last one to discover France. I’ve been here several times before, but really only in and around Paris. I am hesitant to describe what I see because it is old hat for everyone. Does anyone really want to hear, “Wow, the Eiffel Tower is even better in person!” or “OMG! So many cheeses!”? What about “Every time I tell myself I am going into the supermarket for one thing, I find myself staring at stuff for half an hour?” or “Look at all the town names that are French products/events: Limoges, Le Mans, Cognac, Bordeaux, Dijon, Roquefort, Evian!” No? OK, I’ll move on.
I’ve been in France long enough this time that my high school French is taking off, slowly but surely, and it’s fun to overemphasize vowels and then be corrected by locals raising their chins and contorting their lips. What other language has trickier diphthongs? I already have a sore throat from all the guttural “r” sounds. Why is the “l” sound in “ville” but not “fille?” How am I supposed to pronounce “Houilles” and “Aout?” “Poubelle” sounds like a nickname I would call my girlfriend, but it means garbage can.
I was excited to get invitations to go to the countryside. At first I didn’t feel the full impact of the blog of my friend Caleb about the meals his wife’s family was making for him in northeast France until I visited my friend’s foodie family in the south and subsequently, to Caleb himself.
I’ve read about how economically stagnant Ramadan is in the Muslim world where productivity falls because many Muslims take a month off for their religion, but is France any different? August is not the time to be here if you have a choice. Countless small businesses are closed for the month and tourists quickly take over the center, primarily sullen Chinese tourists.
I suspect a French person would shrug that off, unapologetic, and declare that they don’t live to work, but work to live, and it’s humane to take a month off—plus the many holidays throughout the year, the 35-hour work weeks, the strikes…maybe that’s why the Chinese look miserable: they’re envious.
PRACTICAL INFORMATION:
We all know the Paris metro is convenient, reasonably priced (1.70 euros a ticket including transfers, cheaper than most big-name European capitals—Hey Budapest, explain yourself, please!) and drips with atmosphere, but it can also be hot, crowded, and stuffy. (I witnessed a woman pass out; I was about to take her wallet but then bystanders began murmuring their disapproval. Killjoys.) It’s underrated to go by bus in Paris. There are no boring stretches, it’s usually uncrowded enough to have a seat, and you see the city from a different perspective.
For cinephiles, this is a dense, interactive map of Paris where movies were shot.
Hitchhiking:
I can’t resist giving hitchhiking tips despite no one caring. (One guy cares. I got an email last week from an American asking for my phone number so we can discuss the best way to hitch out of Tapachula, Mexico, where he had been stuck for days.)
I’ve always hitched between Amsterdam and Paris via Brussels and Mons, but I found it better to go through Gent and Kortrijk. More through traffic.
Twice in France the police stopped to tell me not to hitch on the highway, which I had no intention of doing. I half-expected them to come back and tell me to floss after brushing my teeth. This may come from the fact that I read a lot of people recommending to hitchhike at the “peages” (toll booths) which is difficult, dumb, and dangerous. You want to be left at the bigger highway “aires” with gas stations, otherwise you can be seriously stuck. The exit signs make clear what is there which unfortunately can contradict the highway’s official website. Yes, I do waste my time checking out highway websites. Information is king!
You still with me? Last bit: to hitchhike eastward from Paris, since you have to pay a good chunk of change for the suburban train to go way out of town to the best starting point, instead I went to blablacar.com and found this well-decorated woman who was driving that direction and left me at a highway gas station for a few euros. This is her band. She plays the theremin.
Flea markets
In Paris there are marches aux puces (flea markets in a fixed place; Clignancourt is for pros, Montreuil is a waste of time, Vanves is the best) and brocantes (mobile flea markets), but both can be burdened with too many professionals. There are also vide greniers, literally “empty attics” where people want to get rid of stuff. I bought a couple of expired French passports for four euros each last time I was at the Vanves flea market, adding to my formidable passport collection. Everyone thinks I am a spy for the CIA anyway, so I may as well play the part.
I’m a huge fan of Decathlon stores, a French sporting goods chain found in many countries. I now have my backpack, day pack, shoes, sandals, shorts, swimsuit, shirt and hat from there. In sum, France is a wonderful place to have everything stolen. #travelskills
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Weren’t you making fun of me for Decathlon in Istanbul?
Agreed on Paris busses (except for when whole classes of schoolchildren get on), and being un-French enough that we were in too much of a hurry to really stop and enjoy the St Lazare piano action.
What are your plans post-France? Want to meet me in Antalya in Oct so that I can run off and leave you by yourself on a hiking trail again?
I was making fun of you buying white shirts before you got mustard stains on them.
I don’t know what I am doing tomorrow, in fact, but I won’t still be in the region by then. That’s a good month for Turkey, though!
I’m in Germany now.
Your hitchhiking tips here are well-appreciated, though I’d encourage you to contribute as much specific information to Hitchwiki.
As for hitchhiking at peages in France, it is hardly “difficult, dumb, and dangerous”. Some péages are very easy to get to (some you can even walk to), the staff doesn’t care, and you can get a lift of a thousand kilometers in less than five minutes. Want to get from southwest France to the Netherlands in one lift and virtually no waiting time? Use a peage.
The problem is knowing at which peages hitchhikers are tolerated and at which ones they aren’t. I’ve very seldom been asked by police to leave; however, there was always a way to walk off the motorway there, and within a few minutes I had come to a place I could start thumbing again, and not long after I was back on the motorway anyway.
Hi Christopher,
Thanks for writing.
I say that about the peages because even though they can be easy to get to, I have never seen one where it is safe to stand and where there is space for a car to pull over. I once saw a couple standing on the far right side where I assume they were tolerated, but from that point they could only hitch with the cars that were going through on the far right side. Maybe you’re right and it is enough traffic to get a lift, but if they ever told you to leave, I’m surprised that you could make your way back to a highway entrance quickly somehow; they always seemed to be in the middle of nowhere.
I like hitchwiki. One of these days I should update it, but it takes me a long time to write anything. The real info would be about which peages are OK to use!
“I have never seen one where it is safe to stand and where there is space for a car to pull over.”
You stand on the concrete dividers between the lanes, which are often large enough for two people to safely stand abreast. Cars don’t pull over, you just get into the car when it stops. If cars are proceeding slowly through the peage and a queue forms, you can even ask a driver who is waiting to go through in addition to showing your sign. It is that ability to exchange a few words with the driver — plus the fact that anyone who has made it out to the peage looks like a serious traveller — that makes drivers more likely to trust you and quickly usher you into their car.
“The real info would be about which peages are OK to use!”
The really infamous peage among myself and my peers where it is not OK to hitchhike is the first peage in France after Mullhouse. I think that is mentioned on Hitchwiki somewhere. But yeah, an organized presentation of peages (and service stations) is needed.
You can convince the driver and get in that fast? The other cars aren’t honking? Well done.
“You can convince the driver and get in that fast?”
Of course. Surely you’ve noticed from hitchhiking from petrol stations that a lot of times drivers agree to take you with just “Hello, are you going to…”, ushering you into their cars before you even manage to finish that initial sentence. The drivers needs just that much personal contact to put his guard down.
“The other cars aren’t honking?”
No, it usually doesn’t take so long that drivers become unhappy, and if there is a queue of cars waiting to go through the peage, your car might still be waiting for a bit even after you get into it.
I have once driven a Ford Ka from Amsterdam to Paris with four people in it with luggage! I have no idea how we managed to fit everything inside! 😀
Mon dieu, those burgers look delicious. Bet that meat didn’t come from a slaughterhouse that processes 3000 cow carcasses a day.
Yes, you’re right, we went to a specialty butcher and it was very lean meat!
Cozy!
We are so close. I’m in Poland right now having a great time. Who knew Poland would be so much fuun? One of these days I will catch up to you and finally meet the guy I’ve been reading for two years.
But seriously, those burgers are criminal. I like them rare, but not mooing.
Hi Phill, thanks for staying with me for so long. Tell everyone you ever met about the website, too. HA!
We will probably meet someday, especially if I ever come up with a plan that isn’t so day-to-day, but prepared to be underwhelmed!
Great blog! As always, I’m living my life vicariously through you.
Thanks! It is taking me too long to write these things, though. I need to be more efficient