Hitching a ride into Salisbury (if ever there was a vain attempt to transplant little England, this was) a red mini with three blokes pulled up and offered me a lift. As we headed east along Jameson Avenue (named after an imperialist) – next to the open ground opposite the Polytechnic – the driver saw a cyclist and simply slipped off the road in hot pursuit (off-road racing for racists) This was not what I had expected when I had been ‘helloed my China‘. Fortunately, the bicycle was more suited to the terrain and the cyclist was off pretty quickly as was I, scrambling out of that mini-filled bigotry and sheer plain ignorance as fast as I possibly could.
Hitching in Southern Africa, 1975
© Rick Frame