Pilgrimage Pause Pt.3. Leaving Au-Au

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I need to clear out of this town as soon as the dawn has broken. All I needed here was those functional things we take for granted when we have occupational responsibilities. Saved three madam from Quebec the indignity of Gites Calypso. A man with a badly tattooed arm, a collosal 'I've never even been in a boat' faux sailor's air and huge wowser. How easy is it to see vagueness in out of the way places? The self same vagueness England's pubs exhibit. So far I've managed only a couple of beers at meal times. Last night I ordered a half bottle of Vin a la Maison. It was to wash the food down and was insignificant. Having eaten my fill at the Hotel Aubrac for lunch I will abstain from anything else until I cross the street, duck into the Rival store and pick up my provisions for 35kms tomorrow from 8am. The first part of the pilgrimage is concluding with me definitely mentally refreshed and bodily reorganised today, 27th May.

Read a few chapters more of On The Road to the point he shares a bus journey with a Mexican femme from to LA. Mad! He crawled in the window! Is that what Dylan meant? Having read it sofar I can empathise with his sudden urge to carry on travelling regardless of final destination.

Will be hitching from the 9th June to catch up with my buddies in Montpellier before hitching back to continue the Camino a week later. Glenn has been to pick up the Euros I sorted before I left.

I'm sat on my balcony as all the life of rural France flies by; it is exactly as meaningless as in the UK.

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