I hitchhiked 13 times or so in one long weekend. I still have the notebook somewhere, listing each of the drivers and their characteristics. They were all united in none actually being from Wales originally, all had settled from other parts of England.
One man was a vermaculturist, a worm farmer. When he pulled up I thought I was about to be run over. Another man was a lobster farmer (he actually gave two of the 13 rides), and there was a couple who offered a place to spend the night (an offer politely declined). The last few rides were really not in Wales, but transport back to London because the trains were on strike: A virginal truck driver, and then a strange upper-classy man who was living in France but commented that he was proud of his Britishness.
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