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Brewmaniac · 07-09-2006, 07:28 AM

This really hits home with me, back in late 70's and the early 80's my brother lived in Paris. I was lucky enough to visit several times, he would put me to work for spending money. One time, I was about twenty, he put to work scraping & sanding windows. My future Sister-in-Law introduced me to a guy from out east somewhere, Philly maybe, that was staying with a French family for the summer. My brother hired him to help me repaint the restaurant. We hung out and worked together. We decided to go to the south of France and check the beaches along the Mediterranean. We made plans to meet at an outdoor café nearest the train station in Toulon. I would take the train and he would ride most of the way with his french family and hitch to Toulon. I was really excited on the trains long ride. I got there and found the nearest café and sat down with a cold beer. I waited and waited, finally had find a nearby hotel room. Next day back at the café, surely he would show up soon, I finally started to explore the area, checking back every few hours. Eventually back in cheap hotel to sleep. Next day check out around train station. Then finally I jumped a bus for San Trope, absolutely beautiful beaches and the water the most amazing blue I’d ever seen. The whole topless beach thing is over rated after about 10 minutes it was nothing. I bummed around several small towns along the Mediterranean over the next 3 days. It was like being in strange land because I spoke so little french. So I headed back to Paris, wondering what happened to my new friend. I walked into my brother's restaurant and when he saw me he turned white. He said sit down and pointed at the end of the bar, he poured me a glass of whiskey gave me a hug and said drink this. He proceeded to tell me he was so glad to see me and that he had to tell me something important. He went on to explain that my new friend left the family he was staying with and was hitch hiking to meet me when some guys picked him up and murdered him!
My brother was almost in tears at this point explaining he didn't know if I was with him at that point or not. He was really scared.
What an horrible way for the kid to die.

Sad that I can't even remember his name.

So no my family doesn't pick up hitch hikers!

07-09-2006, 07:28 AM	#41 (permalink)
Brewmaniac Searching for the perfect brew!	This really hits home with me, back in late 70's and the early 80's my brother lived in Paris. I was lucky enough to visit several times, he would put me to work for spending money. One time, I was about twenty, he put to work scraping & sanding windows. My future Sister-in-Law introduced me to a guy from out east somewhere, Philly maybe, that was staying with a French family for the summer. My brother hired him to help me repaint the restaurant. We hung out and worked together. We decided to go to the south of France and check the beaches along the Mediterranean. We made plans to meet at an outdoor café nearest the train station in Toulon. I would take the train and he would ride most of the way with his french family and hitch to Toulon. I was really excited on the trains long ride. I got there and found the nearest café and sat down with a cold beer. I waited and waited, finally had find a nearby hotel room. Next day back at the café, surely he would show up soon, I finally started to explore the area, checking back every few hours. Eventually back in cheap hotel to sleep. Next day check out around train station. Then finally I jumped a bus for San Trope, absolutely beautiful beaches and the water the most amazing blue I’d ever seen. The whole topless beach thing is over rated after about 10 minutes it was nothing. I bummed around several small towns along the Mediterranean over the next 3 days. It was like being in strange land because I spoke so little french. So I headed back to Paris, wondering what happened to my new friend. I walked into my brother's restaurant and when he saw me he turned white. He said sit down and pointed at the end of the bar, he poured me a glass of whiskey gave me a hug and said drink this. He proceeded to tell me he was so glad to see me and that he had to tell me something important. He went on to explain that my new friend left the family he was staying with and was hitch hiking to meet me when some guys picked him up and murdered him! My brother was almost in tears at this point explaining he didn't know if I was with him at that point or not. He was really scared. What an horrible way for the kid to die. Sad that I can't even remember his name. So no my family doesn't pick up hitch hikers! __________________ "That's a joke... I say, that's a joke, son"