Hitch 2: Semi-Sorted

By the time you rolled up I'd been walking for a couple of hours, after the Grahamstown kids were probably done with their lunch. The back of your four-by-four was the most comfortable place I'd imagined I'd see that day. And after a few good jokes and some stupid ones too, you dropped me at the YMCA, promised to pick me up in an hour, and sure enough you did. Burgers and beer, and the easy company of a couple of familiar strangers, guys a lot like me, made a tiresome day go away. You directed me to the best place to put out my thumb in the morning, and a few more good jokes, and some stupid ones too, led me to accept that stumbling to East London, wayward and tired, had put me unexpectedly at ease. 15th August 2018