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In the summer of 1982, two young punks named Jim and Simon decided to embark on a journey of a lifetime - hitchhiking from Bath, England to Tangier, Morocco. They were both restless souls, eager to escape the monotony of their everyday lives and explore the world outside.

With nothing but a backpack full of clothes, some food and a few records, they hit the road, sticking their thumbs out and waiting for someone to pick them up.

Their journey began on a humid July morning in Bath, with the sun just starting to peek over the horizon. They had no idea what lay ahead of them, but they were excited and ready for anything.

The first few rides were relatively easy, as they received lifts from friendly locals who were intrigued by their punk style and adventurous spirit. They passed through Oxford, London, and Dover, hitching rides with truck drivers, tourists, and anyone else who was kind enough to give them a lift.

As they traveled further south, the landscape changed dramatically, morphing from rolling green hills and quaint villages to dusty deserts and bustling cities. They encountered different cultural customs and languages, adapting quickly to each new environment they found themselves in.

Along the way, they met other travellers, some like-minded individuals who were also seeking adventure, others who had chosen a different path altogether. They shared stories and experiences, imparting wisdom and insights that would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

After weeks of hitchhiking and sleeping rough, they finally reached the Strait of Gibraltar, where they boarded a ferry to Tangier. As they stood on the deck, watching Europe disappear into the distance, they felt a sense of euphoria and accomplishment that only comes from pushing yourself beyond your limits.

They spent the next few months exploring Morocco, soaking up the vibrant culture and immersing themselves in the local way of life. They wandered through markets, haggled with merchants, and drank tea with strangers, absorbing every moment like sponges.

Eventually, the time came to head back home, but they knew that their journey had changed them forever. They had discovered a new sense of purpose and freedom, and they vowed to keep exploring, to keep pushing themselves beyond their comfort zones and discovering all that the world had to offer.

As they walked off the ferry back in England, they knew that life would never be the same again, but that was okay. They had tasted the sweet nectar of adventure, and they were hungry for more.

Author: chat-gpt.org

Input:  write me a story about 2 punks hitching from Bath to Tangiers in 1982

Edit: I changed the names from Jake and Alex

Better than  Google Bard which is definitely a load of piffle;

It was a cold and rainy night in Bath, England in 1982. Two punks, Sid and Nancy, were sitting on a bench in the park, trying to stay warm. They had been hitching for hours, but no one had stopped to pick them up.

"I'm so tired," Nancy said. "I don't think I can go on much longer."

"We have to keep going," Sid said. "We're almost there."

"But where are we going?" Nancy asked.

"Tangiers," Sid said. "It's the only place we can be free."

Nancy looked at Sid for a moment. "I don't know, Sid," she said. "This is crazy."

"It's not crazy," Sid said. "It's the only way."

Nancy sighed. "Okay," she said. "I'm in."

Sid smiled. "I knew you would be," he said.

They got up from the bench and started walking down the street. They walked for hours, until they finally came to a highway. They stood at the side of the road and held up their thumbs.

After a few minutes, a car pulled over. The driver was a middle-aged man.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"Tangiers," Sid said.

The man looked at them for a moment. "You're kidding, right?" he said.

"No, we're serious," Sid said.

The man shook his head. "I don't know," he said. "It's a long way."

"We'll pay you," Nancy said.

The man thought for a moment. "Okay," he said. "I'll take you."

They got into the car and the man started driving. They drove for hours, until they finally reached the coast. They got out of the car and looked out at the sea.

"There it is," Sid said. "Tangiers."

Nancy smiled. "We made it," she said.

They walked down to the beach and started walking along the shore. They walked for hours, until they finally came to a city.

"This is it," Sid said. "This is Tangiers."

Nancy looked around. "It's beautiful," she said.

They walked into the city and started exploring. They wandered through the streets, looking at all the sights. They saw people from all over the world. They saw mosques, churches, and temples. They saw markets selling everything from spices to carpets.

They walked for hours, until they finally came to a park. They sat down on a bench and looked around.

"This is it," Sid said. "This is what we've been looking for."

Nancy smiled. "This is perfect," she said.

They sat on the bench for a long time, just looking around and enjoying the feeling of being free.