Sunday: Nijmegen and reconciliation.

That was an experiment really. Rarely do I write in a style that sexual or suggestive in character; usually I would find the form of narrative troubling or exposing too much flesh to the circus. But I managed it without blushing too much and I might have taught someone a word they didn't ever hear before.

When I came home after the brilliant three course meal in the Klinker Joep' gf and another guy were finding dutch terms of abuse - I recall dog whore(lots of whore) but I hoped to find fecund or its counterpart (it stemming from fecundus) but I didn't.

The holiday is over. I need to move on and achieve this other end so the narrative will be less frenzied and egocentric. Once it was out of the box there was no other way for Saturday to end. Today is reliably here and should be a dreadful paranoid and sleeplessly fitting one: I often see this same coming to me as Alcohol departs.

The last distorted me vanishes as I begin another pilgrimage by a visit to Sint Jacobskapel in de Oude Stad. I have six parts left blank from the Créanciale I paid €5 for in Cathedrale Notre Same du Puy-en-Velay. Sure I didn't get it stamped everywhere (and never once in Ireland) some how, like the excitable youth collecting Panini Stickers from Football 78 onwards (got got got need), I couldn't leave that document of my passing blank of memories writ and inked.

Entering the chapel with a gentle assistance and directions to number nineteen who is the keeper of the official stamp (I couldn't get on the twenty forth of July because it was shut and I had no idea whom to ask) happy Kerst Nacht and Bon Camino (he is just a guardian not ever a pilgrim).

A train at 8:08am from Nijmegen gets me to Wuppertal for 10am. This mode goes through Venlo and I must change once there(Limburg) one final train if my feet play this game well?

I do believe a shower is on the cards and I will wash all my linen too. Please weather be kinder than on the Aubrac - I don't want chasing off another plateau wetter than the earth after the flood. I come to Bagels & Beans for a final Green Monster and two black coffees: my routine is predictable I accept.