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  • Nos premières gelée, le chauffage diesel fonctionne très bien, aucun problème pour le moment et quand on roule tous les jours il n'y a pas de soucis avec les batteries pour la soufflerie. C'est agréable d'être bien au chaud et de constater que dehors les températures sont négatives... Nous sommes sur le retours vers la Bretagne, nous avons trouvé cette aire en plaine nuit, il n'était pourtant que 18h30 mes les jours ont beaucoup raccourcis...Read more

  • Il est 14h30 quand nous avons trouvé ce camping municipal, il est fermé, donc les toilettes le sont aussi en revanche il y a de l'eau mais pas d'électricité. Du coup nous passons la nuit ici car bientôt Poitier à traversé donc ici c'est cool, il n'y a pas de barrière donc en plus c'est gratuit !

  • And we made it to Strasbourg....
    Our biggest day of cycling yet... with a neat 76kms done and dusted

    Spent the evening in beautiful Strasbourg.
    The cathedral honestly took my breathe away when I first saw it. It's huge! We saw a cool light show that was projected on the side of the building... Nice evening

  • So we rode on this path that is the car testing road for GM motors... Flat asphalt... so I was enjoying actually getting to use some of my higher gears...and I turn around because I thought Sherelle was playing some music loudly on her phone...instead what was happening was the bags on the backrack of Sherils bike are rubbing on her rear tyre as she had lost both screws that hold it to the frame and it had all slipped back. Such a loud noise!
    So some bush mechanic-ing took place and we pushed on

    So we have been riding through loads of gravel (aggregrate) works... Such scenery!
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  • Flight from Edinburgh to Amsterdam, then onto Montpellier, then a train to Narbonne. Travel by train is great, it provides an impersonal view of other people's lives through backyards always looking onto the tracks. One is treated to a constant tableau of frayed knickers on washlines, assorted appliances that should have been sent to the dump, old Citroen cars on blocks and vegetable patches. This appears to be the form of gardening the French love, the remainder of the garden can be scrubland, but the tomatoes are immaculate.
    Also passed the vast oyster farms in the lagoons around Seté, all organic, or as it is referred to here, Bio.

    Narbonne, very old and beautiful city. Dating back to 118BC it was the Roman capital of Gaul. And a Roman bridge still exists in the town, in daily use. Great engineers they were. The city has not suffered gentrification, slightly delapidated houses with lovely wrought iron balconies and wooden shutters line narrow streets. Could be a set for a movie in the Twenties starring Belmondo in a white suit.
    Late at night glanced through open shutters, young couple kissing with great intent. They outdo themselves at being French at times.
    Very hot, day and night, and the locals seem to view sleep as optional, three in the morning and groups still sitting outside cafes, happily chatting away.

    Les Halles, the market is stupendous, a wonderland for anyone who loves food. And how they do, endlessly discussing the virtues of this cheese versus that, the aroma of today's melons and on. Very proud of their culinary heritage and rightfully so. Everything fresh, produced with pleasure and affection. Vast array of olives, garlic ; large pink globes fresh from the fields or barrels filled with pickled cloves to be munched by the handful. The common cold cannot possibly be common here.
    Bought some tiny black figs (figue de Toulouse), achingly sweet, flat white peaches and melons. Cheese and butter, this with tiny flakes of salt and a large farm chicken from a rotisserie where they turn, constantly dripping fat onto the potatoes in the tray below. Heaven.
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  • Distance: 29.5 (639.9/1230.4)
    Weather: 24C, Drizzle in the morning, later warm
    Mood: Getting a little bored...
    Blisters: 0
    Staying at: Camping Le Perigord Vert

    Why we walk the camino

    Walking the camino is a real effort and requires time and dedication and even more so discipline to see it through to the end. You only get such dedication through real motivation, so why do we walk the camino?
    I have observed sofar that there are two broad groups, group one consists of the pensionados who just love walking and think even 800k+ is a fun distance to walk. Group 2 are the "lost and searching" . These people have either lost something or are looking for something and in most cases both. I have tested my theory and it seems to work.
    Lisel and the couple from Twente are members of the first group and the others I met are all in group two.
    One of them lost his very successful travel business just before he was ready to retire and he walks to disconnect and find some peace and sanity in his new more simple life.
    Another camino-goer was addicted to drugs and felt this could be a way out of that way of living, they have lost themselves...
    Another person wants to change professions after a year of sickness and other troubles and is looking for insight and just being away from it all.
    Everybody in group two has a story and they tend to be heartbreaking and breathtaking.
    My story is much less extreme, yet everyone I meet seems to recognise mine. I lost my paradigms for success and happiness, which has knocked me off balance and am looking to regain some balance through this camino.
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  • Distance: 31k (925/918)
    Weather: 25C, foggy then sunny
    Mood: A bit flat and tired
    Blisters: 0
    Staying at: Refuge Municipal

    The halfway point

    What was supposed to be a day of pride at being halfway, became a drag. The toe was bothering me and prevented me from wearing my magic sandals for too long, which means I have to wear my boots which make my feet feel hurt and tired at the end of the day. Somehow, I haven't quite learned to accept that things can change and control doesn't exist...
    My big brother put it well when he messaged me to let go of all expectations and just walk, so I try and now and again there are glimmers of progress in that area.
    Luckily my hard work of the day was rewarded when I saw an old friend in town. We drank wine, had pizza and laughed and soon the hardship of the day was forgotten...
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