A rebel without a clue.

Month of September. Left Padstow lunchtime 1st for Glastonbury, via horrible bus station Taunton and nice but quaint Wells. Saw cathedral and springs and climbed the Tor. Ate very bad pizza in Glastonbury but met interesting Italian girl called Adrianne in the best herb and alternative medicine centre. Friday left Glastonbury for Ross cider festival. Bought lots of camping bits which have come in so useful. Had a great time with hem hem Shelley. Hitched from the cider festival to Ross for a long journey to Cambridge Sunday afternoon. Met Sallyann while in Ross in her Cafe, but I really have forgotten it's name. Getting on towards 50 but heavenly. Sent her a card from everywhere I've visited so far as she asked. Promised me a job for when I get back? We'll see? Arrived in Cambridge in the evening of the 5th. Nice few days. Hung out with Katy until she left for Ayr and the our Susannah. Found one or two great places to hang out when in Cambridge again, including the fitzwi...

Left the tent after a better nights sleep curtesy of a pillow extension, ie a pile of clothing rolled into a roughly pillowed shape. Had a night of candles, tea tree, camphor and large moth. But no problem. Had banana and bread breakfast. Worked my way to the plaža at Ičići and had only one cup of kava. On the chapter 'hollow men' and realise Fowles use of allusions to other texts and places. It's like gaps in knowledge sometimes. If you haven't seen that painting you don't really get the text. Is this what intertextuality meant all them years ago. If you needed to refer externally to understand the internal. Never sure what that post-modern concept meant. Stumbled slightly on page 275. Walked along Lungo to Slatina and found a good place to dip in the brine and sunbathe for a while - undisturbed. I thought the water was frigid with all the rain water that's been added to the sea since Monday. After a while I adjusted and felt the last few days troubles melt...

I wrote a good poem about loneliness yesterday, but it vanished and I was too lonely to write it again, obviously. I remember I thought it funny I was listening to 'all this and world war ii' in a campsite surrounded by retiree Germans from Bavaria. Mein Kampf anybody... Did the third reich put them in hotel dressing tables or bed side tables instead of the ubquious gideons bible I always found on my travels? The candle I was given yesterday splutters. It chokes. But it's peaceful. I really hate passionately the fifty million German pensioners thrown up around Slatina. I don't know what they think of while patrolling the perimeter of Europe. Here come mein Floffy pigeon or zwei. They come hoping for a crust. I thought at first that they had some radar but they don't. They have seen humans drop their food so the come to see a human hoping they're all dropping food. They wonder over quite rigid in their manner. The bob of their heads is comical and just ab...