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Welcome to Sydney Morning Herald Online. For the first time in more than 15, kilometres of outback roads, Red Letters spotted a hitchhiker. The guy had a swag thrown over his shoulder, and was carrying a small backpack, and one of those ubiquitous green shopping bags, as he walked patiently along the road out of Broome with his arm out. But lately hitching is something we've been chatting about. One of my housemates had a friend to visit, Dave, who hitched from Fitzroy to Fitzroy from the Melbourne suburb to the North-West Australian desert town because he wanted to test his theory that hitching is a dying art.