The accidental discovery of hitch hiking

Sitting at the Banana Bungalow backpackers in Wailuku scratching my head on how to get east to all the windsurfing beaches with all my stuff. A taxi would have been the obvious choice, but I was well versed in the art of frugality and wanted to be able to stay here for a time interval measured in months instead of weeks. The cash I’d saved was from 2nd year apprenticeship wages which really wouldn’t even total enough in Australia to pay the rent. Living at home with the parents allowed me to save a few shekels.

There were no trains or buses or any other form of public transport at the time. Somebody at the backpackers said “Why don’t you hitch?”

I don’t think I knew what to say. At the time I was still socially conditioned by an inner suburban mindset from Sydney and Melbourne. The echos of people back home saying “You’re mad”, but here on Maui it seemed normal.  It was just under 20km to Paia and it worked. I made it to the Mana Foods notice board where I found a advert for a car for sale. I bought it and didn’t think about hitching again for a long time. However I picked up many hitchers on Maui.

Some years later I was in West Oz and I had to hitch for this reason or that. I think I may have had to get from Margaret River to Perth. I was washing dishes for a job earning $50 per week less than the dole paid. I may have hitched in another frugality effort.  After one of those short 300kmish hitches to Perth and back the idea dawned on me. “What if I took a tent and a camp stove?”

I really don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. Until then a major frustration of traveling was that i had to save for fuel and what ever else my car needed before I could get to the next place. For instance I arrived in Margaret River with negative $35.00 and Broome smack on $zero dollars.

People said I was freaking nuts and I’d get raped by some trucker. However they also told me that I’d probably die driving across the Nullabour and if I stopped in the wrong place I’d get my eyes hacked out by aboriginals with sticks. What an utter crock that was!! (Man, the native people of Australia get a bad wrap. I’ve been given lifts from so many Australian natives and had so many positive experiences.  I really feel sad for them. You can see it in their self esteem. They are actually more awesome people than they think they are, but that’s another blog post.)

So far I’d only hitched rides with awesome people. I also theorised that urban myths were just that, myths. I realised that sometimes wrinkles meant wisdom, but most of the time ingrained social conditioning. Age != (does not necessarily equal) wisdom. And raped by a trucker?? Has anyone looked at a trucker? They’re usually unhealthy on the physical side of things. They sit in a truck, eat truck stop food and do no exercise. I go to the gym, eat good food, and do several sports. Who’s got the upper hand here?

What people say usually does not make sense when you think about it. I had so many reasons thrown at me as to why I couldn’t hitch hike. You’ll get cold, lost, run out of money, abducted, stabbed, raped and so on and so on. It just did not make sense. Yes every one of these things are possible, but no more possible than in daily life. At the time I spent a lot of time going to pubs and night clubs and I reasoned that if I could handle myself there against young, fit, aggressive drunk males, then a sober not so fit older person holding a steering wheel wouldn’t be any worse. In actual fact, now if someone asked me which is safer on average, going to a night spot or hitch hiking? I’d say hitch hiking, and statistically, hitch hiking.

Continuing the story. “What if I took a tent and a camp stove?”

So I tried it. An overnight hitch. It worked. At the end of the day all I did was walk into the bush, flick out the tent, cook dinner on the camp stove and go to sleep. No one even knew I was there. A two man dome tent is very easy to hide. It’s also very unexpected, so people don’t quite believe some one would camp in many places.

The lights went on and a whole new world opened up. Amazing!!! No more car, no more fuel, no more working for 3-4 months to get the money for transport, no more accommodation costs, no more time limitations. Now for the price of one tank of fuel (400 -500km) I could travel for half a week. In 2004ish for about $AUD150 to $180 I could travel for a week and cover up to 5000km. When I realised this I couldn’t keep still. I was so excited. The possibilities were limitless. Everyone around me was talking about saving for the next 2 years to set up their camper van /  truck and drive around Australia (12,000km) . Most never did it. Life got in the way. Where as I could now smash that in less than $1000-.

Of course I’m not eating gourmet food in that. Rice, tuna with freeze dried peas is the order of the day. Quick cooking oats for breakfast. However after a while I learnt I could take $20 of herbs as spices which I could hold in one hand and make marvelous dishes.

This travel overhead meant that I could work any job doing anything and still save enough in a few weeks to travel for weeks.

After a few trips totaling 17weeks, I had wondered how far I’d gone. I’d really not thought about it till that point. A rough measuring of the map blew my mind….. 21,000km!!! I couldn’t believe it. That was pretty much half way around the globe. Upon working that out I just sat there for a long time staring into space. Why is no one onto this? Is media really that powerful we believe the newspapers, television and radio? Are the words of acquaintances, family and friends that powerful, that even when the words make zero sense, we still follow because everyone else does? Is having the right clothes, the right car and the right house so important so important to us? The answer is yes to all of these questions. Is this a good thing or a bad? I think neither, it’s just the way it is. A state of the the survival machine called the human.

Why do so few do the above? Probably lucky or unlucky circumstance as in my case. So which is it, lucky or unlucky? Well, that depends on who you ask. I certainly can only give you equal and contradicting answers.

Being on the road hitch hiking through so many towns, countries and environments really did change my mind. It is extremely hard to fit into any society ever again. It is extremely hard to have conversations with many people, because my stories don’t really match many others. Many eyes glaze over because it upsets peoples realities. Some get angry or jealous.

Should you hitch? I don’t know. I don’t think the main danger is getting physically hurt. I think the main danger is not being able to converse with the people whom surround you now after you’ve hitched everywhere.

An alternative to DynDNS and the like.

For the less technical

(Skip ahead if you already know the basics) DNS (Domain Name System) is a method of taking a computer and giving it a name on the web. For example our domain is 7rocks.com. I might have a laptop which I’ve called Manfred. To access it from anywhere in the world we’d like to type manfred.7rocks.com maybe in a web browser to access web software on manfred.

7rocks.com comes to this website, but manfred.7rocks.com connects to the hypothetical computer called manfred. For technical reasons when the computer is on your home network you need something called dynamic host resolution to make this happen.

For the more technical

Sniffing around Bind9 trying to make my own dynamic DNS service I realised that Bind9 has a service called NSupdate. I’m not sure if it was there in the early naughties when I was setting up mail and DNS servers, but it’s here now. So the scripts I wrote are minimal and there’s no more hand editing of the zone files. Fantastic!! Especially if you’ve a server with a static IP address already. Nice one Bind9. The O’reillys books are still good for giving an overview of how it all works for those interested in giving it a crack.

Questions to ask yourself?

I heard somewhere that humans are 50 times more productive than in 1950. This statement was based on GDP from memory. Either way, it’s unnecessary to look the evidence. We can all think of at least a few advances which would make us at least twice as productive as 50 years ago. Therefore we should all be working half as much, right?   Right?

I know a truck load of people whom smash 60+ hour work weeks. On top of that, it seems that the more effort and aptitude it took to get their qualification, the more hours they work.

I can give reasons as to why I think this is, but there’s no point to that. This article is about inspiring the more capable readers to actually ask themselves some questions like the following:

“Why the hell am I doing this? I spent 4/5/6 years acquiring my qualification, I am more skilled than most, but I’m working 50-60 hours per week, plus more than 10 hours per week in transit. Houses are now more than 10 times the best salary I can earn, so I can’t buy. What is the point?”

Is it your family saying that you have a secure job? Are you telling yourself that you’ve higher social status because your job title is XYZ?

Remember that if you can’t work, you only get a 2-4 week payout at best.

Also many of the things you want to do you need a 20, 30 or 40 something year old body for. So say by working your ass off. You get to 65 with heaps of cash. You can’t buy your 30 year old body back.

I knew a guy that lived near me who died about 3 weeks ago. he was aged 41. Two friends I studied with died at about 38-39. These 3 people all sat amongst the most capable people you’ll ever meet. They were also handling a lot of stress from working massive hours.

So again ask yourself:

“Why am I doing this? What is the point?”

NextCloud –> Go you good thing!!

I have to say, I’m impressed so far. A few weeks ago I installed NextCloud server on a Raspberry Pi 3b. So far it is working very solidly.  The Android apps and the website interface work very well and are highly polished. The OS X client is very smooth and the Linux Mate client is nearly as good as the OS X one. It’s only missing the little green / blue dot icons in the Caja file browser to notify of synchronisation. It’ll take some months to make a true assessment of NextCloud, but I am fairly confident it will keep out stripping my expectations.

For instance, I wanted to make a standard network share for our client. I was going to set up Samba (windows file sharing on Linux servers). Samba works well. I’ve used it for years. It was to point to the same NextCloud share. However there was no need to set up Samba as NextCloud uses a protocol (communication language) called DAV. Simply create a

davs://example.com/nextcloud/remote.php/dav/files/USERNAME/

share and ShaBang!!! you’re in.

There are similar setups for the other OS’s here which I’ve not tested yet.

The security system seem good and you can make it as hard as you want. Even to the point of using two factor authentication using SMS. How nice it that?

Why did I install it on a Raspberry Pi and not a more powerful solid server or a VPS?

  1.  The client does not add a lot of data per day
  2. The Pi uses less than 2 watts of energy (+ hard drive power)
  3. It’s not a huge expense to make a replicated mirrored backup server with automatic fall over protection.
  4. Having it onsite means the client knows physically where their data is at all times.
  5. Using Bind9 with NSupdate makes it possible from any internet connection, so why not.

It just makes sense. Most data conscious companies and business owners I speak to just want to control their own data. The phrase “just stick it in the Cloud…” is too ambiguous for them. Even though there are so many advantages to the technology of Cloud based systems, they still feel unsettled knowing that the core of their business is reliant on some other data company being reliable. Now systems like NextCloud are possibly giving an alternative way to using this tech.

 

 

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Are you sitting in transit for a couple of hours a day to and from work?

Do you then need an hour or so to get ready and unwind from those 2 hours of travel a day?

Do you get paid for that time lost?

Do you have much time / energy left each day for anything else?

I have asked myself these questions at different points in my life to come to the final question.

Why?

Is it all really worth a shiny new this or that?

When I get a new shiny this or that am I happy for more than 5 minutes?

Do you really think that getting more of material possessions brings happiness? You can read about the profiles of many a person who has ‘Made it’ only to find out that they hit the lowest point of their lives after they’ve ‘Made it’.

In the Tim Ferris interview with Ray Dalio he points out that there is no correlation between happiness and material wealth, or happiness and intelligence. Some of the most grumpy people I know are either wealthy or super intelligent.

When I was 26 I considered that I had enough stuff. It was less than many around me, but all I could see that getting more would do was make the things I had around shinier. I had no family to speak of. They were all in Sydney and they never rang or came to visit. I had given up on making my own family as I seemed to attract women who thought I was alive to serve them. This was my own fault, I kinda knew it, but had lost interest in trying to fix it.

I sat and I thought for days. The infinity question. If I could be, have, and do anything. What that look like? I could not think of anything material I wanted that was more than I had. Sure I drove around in a trashed old Ford Laser, I lived in a combination of an old caravan and sea container. People used to laugh at this, but I only had to work 15 hours a week when I felt like it and the rest of the week was mine. Why would I give that up for a house and a shiny car in the burbs? I also had more perfect surf down the road than I could possibly surf. It was made even more perfect by the fact that the recent shark attacks had considerably thinned out the crowd for a few years.

There was no one around though. I was (am) too unusual in the way I think and the way I live for the ultra conservative society around me to accept. Also that town I was living in was a very transient town. The locals all drove around in big white 4WD’s and were going crazy making ridiculous amounts of money in mining. For it was the WA mining boom of the naughties (2000’s). Maybe I should have joined the bandwagon. I just couldn’t see how having any more would change my state of mind.

Without explaining the exact ins and outs of the path to my answer to the infinity question. The general way it went was:

I sat for days trying to figure out what I would do if I had unlimited material wealth. I went through every fancy scenario in my head in as much detail as possible. More, more, more!!! The mind wanted more of something, but it didn’t know what. The only answer I could come up with was —> hitch hiking.

“WTF?” I hear you ask. “Dion, if you had a billion to your name in cash back then, you would have hitch hiked?? Are you mad?”

Why am I writing about this?

A few years ago I was staying at a community in northern NSW. A fellow Wwoofer and I were having a conversation about people being jealous of my achievements and how their jealousy made me feel rather horrible.

He said he’d had a similar experience, but about 1 in 25 people say to him that he inspired them to do something they always wanted. That is good enough for him and he doesn’t worry about the jealous people, for it is them who have a problem.

So here I am writing this blog, to say that you can actually do something different to sitting in transit for more than 2 hours per day. Hopefully I can give some inspiration to go have a go at what you always wanted. There is no failure, for it is the attempt that matters. To try and not hit the objective is better than never even trying. I have failed at so many things, but the experience of the attempt creates a deep satisfaction.

If someone says to you “Yeah, but you failed. What good is that?”

Your reply is “Well, at least I know. You have no idea whether you could have. What’s worse?”