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Well, it must have been [[User:Drumroots|myDrumroots]] lucky day that day in Wawa. You can imagine my his consternation at finding myself himself there late at night after getting a lift from Sault Ste. Marie, the hitchwiki entry going constantly going around in my his mind: "Wawa: hitchhiker's hell!!" The lift was going to Thunder Bay, even further... but it was around 1a12a.m. when we they saw the sign for Wawa and the fog was getting thicker, and so the driver decided to call it quits for the night. She kindly offered to pay for a motel room for me (I [[User:Drumroots|Drumroots]]; though he had a tent, but I he was already a little paranoid about the bears)... funny Funny thing was that she said told him that she would check herself into the motel across the road, the one that was not dog-friendly... even though she had her little dog with her. Never mindHmmm...never mind. we They had agreed to meet at 7 the next morning to continue the journey. So I Anyway, Drumroots was already checked-out and waiting at a quarter to seven the next morning and there was no sign of her nor her car. At eight, I he started making my his way to the highway and wondering if this was the start of the curse of Wawa. Walking through town, it was as dead as a doornail. Nothing moved. Sunday morning in hitchhiker's hell! I He was pleasantly surprised to find another hitchhiker already at the hitching point on the highway when I he got there; at least he would have some company. A French guy. I Drumroots asked him how long he'd been there, dreading to hear his tale of woe. However, he the Frenchman didn't look depressed and crestfallen; on the contrary, he looked quite cheery cheerful and friendly. Half an hour, he told meDrumroots. He had also got into Wawa at night, and had camped out. And he had also heard about the Wawa curse, but he nevertheless was optimistic. Hitchhiking isn't an exact science, but I Drumroots couldn't get that hitchwiki summary out of my his head! I He wished him the other hitcher luck, saying that I he would move down the road to give ourselves themselves a better chance of scoring a lift. Half an hour later, a car came whizzing to a stop besides mehim. Drumroots had half expected it to be the woman from the night before. It wasn't... although it was another woman. "You going to Thunder Bay?", I he asked in a half desperate tone... "Yeah, jump in.... and what about that other guy...?" I He beckoned the Frenchman over and, 900kms later, we they were still grinning and laughing as our their lift dropped us them off in Vermilion Bay.

Moral of the story: may your karma make you the exception, not the rule :) And don't believe ''everything '' you read on Hitchwiki ;)

Oh, by the way, I Drumroots waited 8 hours the next day before I he got a lift out of Vermilion Bay.... :D So much for karma, heh...! :D