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Didn't know this was even still a thing.
Until I picked up a kid dressed as a monk along the side of I-35 maybe five years ago. He had the brown wool monk's habit and everything, but much thicker than I would have thought. Carried an army green duffel backpack and wore black leather army boots. Was just trying to get across the interstate to somewhere he could walk again and out of way of cars/cops. This was in northern Oklahoma and he said he started south of Mexico City. Looked like a white kid that was really tan with a fro of light brown hair. Spoke perfect english with a slight accent, but I don't think it was his first language. Didn't smell like shitty homeless person, but like he had been out camping in summer for a while.
Told me he wasn't a pilgrim, but was on a journey to become a hermit in Minnesota and was expected there. We talked about not watching TV or following worldly events. He was big on the sin of familiarity and how it was important to not lose your awe of god and his word. Only rode about ten miles and left him at an exit on the opposite side of the interstate.
Thanks for coming to my traveling monk review.
