Beautiful Utah

We reached the land of Mormons, and it's pretty dark here. Like almost never before we got up at 5.30 and started hitching at 7, despite our effort at 10.30 we were only 60 miles further in the middle of nowhere as our truck driver forgot to get enough of fuel before getting far on the road. We sure don't have any prejudices, but all those two times when we got picked up by a Mexican person, we ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere. Very nice people though, both times. No prejudices at all, but some social groups (don't really know how to call it) never ever stop for us: it's Asian women and fat people. We met all the others already.
So many interesting people - an 89 years old man, who ran away from home when he was 15 and hopped trains for a while. 'For how long did you do that?' - asked Papapinka curiously. 'Nor for long, - the old man answered. - 3, 4 years...' He dropped us off in the best possible spot, where we got a ride for 550 miles.
A couple of days ago somewhere in between Seattle and Portland we got picked up by a trucker, a very nice person, who was probably high on sugar. Probably. I felt like I was talking to a Polish person speaking Polish - kind of get some sentences but am never sure if I get the whole thing right.
In the other car people threw some stuff away so we can fit. In the back of the car me, Justina and a small child were all sitting with comics books on our laps and giggling.
But now we're in Salt Lake City, yeah, we're still giggling. Although we'll see who giggles in the end, we'll see it tomorrow.