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This settlement is situated just at the junction of the national Route 17 and the provincial Route 101. It goes towards Timmins and Abitibi (Quebec), just half way between Sault Ste. Marie and Thunder Bay. Basically it is a no man's land at great hundreds of km distance to any cities where many hitchhikers get stuck for days.
Wawa is generally considered by Canadian hitchers to be the absolute worst spot in Canada to wait for a ride. If hitching through northern Ontario, it might be a good idea to pass up a ride to Wawa for one going to Thunder Bay if heading west, or Sault Ste. Marie if heading east. Should you find yourself in Wawa anyway, you'll most likely get out faster by asking around for rides at the gas stations with parking lots big enough for tractor-trailers to park in. Not only will you avoid getting stuck in town for so long you move there, but your driver will certainly recognize your hitching wisdom for not standing around on the road and possibly spare you conversational gambit of "Wawa is the worst spot to hitch in Canada!" during your five hour drive together.
Well, it must have been Drumroots lucky day that day in Wawa. You can imagine his consternation at finding himself there late at night after getting a lift from Sault Ste. Marie, the hitchwiki entry going constantly going around in his mind: "Wawa: hitchhiker's hell!!" The lift was going to Thunder Bay, even further... but it was around 12a.m. when they saw the sign for Wawa and the fog was getting thicker, and so the driver decided to call it quits for the night. She kindly offered to pay for a motel room for Drumroots; though he had a tent, he was already a little paranoid about the bears... Funny thing was that she told him that she would check herself into the motel across the road, the one that was not dog-friendly... even though she had her little dog with her. Hmmm... never mind. They had agreed to meet at 7 the next morning to continue the journey. Anyway, Drumroots was already checked-out and waiting at a quarter to seven the next morning and there was no sign of her nor her car. At eight, he started making his way to the highway and wondering if this was the start of the curse of Wawa. Walking through town, it was as dead as a doornail. Nothing moved. Sunday morning in hitchhiker's hell! He was pleasantly surprised to find another hitchhiker already at the hitching point on the highway when he got there; at least he would have some company. A French guy. Drumroots asked him how long he'd been there, dreading to hear his tale of woe. However, the Frenchman didn't look depressed and crestfallen; on the contrary, he looked quite cheerful and friendly. Half an hour, he told Drumroots. He had also got into Wawa at night, and had camped out. And he had also heard about the Wawa curse, but nevertheless was optimistic. Hitchhiking isn't an exact science, but Drumroots couldn't get that hitchwiki summary out of his head! He wished the other hitcher luck, saying that he would move down the road to give themselves a better chance of scoring a lift. Half an hour later, a car came whizzing to a stop besides him. Drumroots had half expected it to be the woman from the night before. It wasn't... although it was another woman. "You going to Thunder Bay?", he asked in a half desperate tone... "Yeah, jump in.... and what about that other guy...?" He beckoned the Frenchman over and, 900kms later, they were still grinning and laughing as their lift dropped them off in Vermilion Bay.
Moral of the story: may your karma make you the exception, not the rule :) And don't believe everything you read on Hitchwiki ;)
Oh, by the way, Drumroots waited 8 hours the next day before he got a lift out of Vermilion Bay.... :D So much for karma, heh...! :D