Helen and Brian dropped us off at Junction 8 on the M74 south of Glasgow and left us to hitch down to London while they took their rental car back to Stranraer.
We only had to wait about 10 minutes for a ride with the truckie who took us down to Leeds. Our next ride (after being moved on by a cop for hitching on the motorway slip road) took us off on a tangent over to the town of Doncaster, a very boring industrial town on the edge of a flat plain beneath which lies huge supplies of coal which have given rise to a chain of huge coal-fired power stations whose cooling towers release towering clouds of pure white steam into the sooty yellow air.
We caught a bus from the edge of town into the city centre then the bus driver, who was going off duty, took us on the bus around to a street full of B&Bs. We checked into one and showered then watched TV for an hour or two before we went out for a sumptuous Indian meal which laid us out cold as soon as we got back to our room.
CurseOfTheTraveller 