Damn Dirty Hippy

Filed under Hippy, India, Travel

Ok, I take it back. I’m not going to be a “damn dirty hippy” when I head off on my travels next week.

This guy is a damn dirty hippy.

He calls himself Saoirse, “(Sear-Shuh) n. Gaelic for freedom”

This AFP story calls him Mark Boyle.

From this Wedsnesay [sic], the 30th January, that all changes. I will start writing a new chapter in my life. From this point on I endeavour to never touch money again… The next time you hear from me I will be on my way to India without a penny in my pocket. I believe I will make it but there are obstacles. No visas. No money. Very little sense.

He’s planning on walking from Bristol, UK to Porbandar, India, the birthplace of Gandhi. This journey is about 9,000 miles, and he thinks it will take him two to two and a half years.

He intends to rely on the kindness of strangers for food, drink and shelter.

On my pilgrimage I will be offering my services in whatever way I can, but at the same time, I will depend humbly on the true hospitality of others.

While I have to admire the guy’s balls, I fear he may be a bit mental.

And I’m going to predict epic fail.

At the very least, I think fail at the Indian border, without a visa or bribe money, seems inevitable.

He reckons he’ll do about 15 to 45 miles a day. So, right now, he’s probably made it as far as Bath.

If you’re in the Bath area tonight, why not head into the town centre and see if you can find a guy in orange trousers being moved on by police for trying to sleep in a doorway?

You could give him an apple and a bag of crisps.

Or perhaps throw empty beer cans at him and shout “Wanker!” repeatedly as you drive past.

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2008-01-30  ::  Kevin Murphy