Australia Here We Come

George, Bill, And I headed for Mount Vernon Where the road at that time was the start to London. We agreed thee was not a good number for hitching, so we tossed a coin to see how would hitch by them self agreeing to meet up in London. Soon Bill got a lift, not long after George and I got a lift as far as M6 where we got stuck for many hours we decided to go back up north and tried once more to head south to London eventually George and I got to London [my first foreign country] headed for YHA where we met up with Bill.
The next day we three took the train to Dover. Crossed the channel to France heading south for Spain. It was my turn to travel alone. I was apprehensive as I do not speak French. Anyway I carried on and got to some nameless town late at night and it was raining I had a small tent but could not find a place to pitch it, I found a bus shelter it was dry so I got out my sleeping bag and was soon sleeping. The next morning I woke up it was still raining and a my embarrassment people waiting for the bus were standing out in the rail. I packed away my sleeping bag and soon got a lift to the next town where I had arranged to meet George and Bill.
Next is was Bill's turn to travel solo. George and I travelled to the next town that we had agreed to meet bill. We could not get to this town as it was getting late and is was still raining, we found a building site where we could shelter for the night. The next morning we found out this site was being protected by guard dogs, now how do we get out? George said we got in with no problem, we will just walk out with no problem and we did. Soon we met up with Bill and continued our odyssey to Andorra high in the in the eastern Pyrenees mountains on the road to Spain.
The three of us were fortunate in getting a lift from France in a small Citron car that was heading to Andorra, little did we know what we were letting our selves into. The road was covered in snow the driver gave us a lift as he wanted the extra weight to get up the steep gradients, but even with our weight the wheels were spinning on the steep slops soon the engine was over heating. The driver got out and started throwing snow on to the engine, some of the snow landed on a glass bottel which duly shattered. So he shook hands with us. We had to continue on foot.