A rebel without a clue.

The Way of the Wolf Part. 1. Our host, over dinner, told us the tale of the local wolf, who had been murdered centuries ago, and was blamed then, and forever, for any evil deed that only a man would commit, thoughtlessly, on his fellows. A tragic tale of a scapegoat used as a means of escape for one barbaric act. After the most complete five courses of lovingly created fayre, and locally made cheese and bread, I spoke directly with him of my last days horrible chase and how I felt haunted and lost upon the frozen mountain trail. He saw that I was in a state of considerable agitation and in need of help. It was then that he told me that he was a good spirit put there on the junction of the roads to help those needing support, guidance and friendship to take the correct steps towards discovery of their path. The transformation of a man to a wolf then back to a man. The humped back, silver toothed jongular driving me to meet my fate with snow blizzarding along our path; hiding our fo...

Pilgrimage Pause Pt.1. Aumont-Aubrac Today was considerately easier going for me. I set off after petitdejourner alone and promised I wouldn't spend any of today's leg in anyones company. I have learnt already this is my walk and must do it my way all the way at all costs. After a superb communal supper I went to bed on the top (in a bunk bed) for the first time along the way. Hank the buffalo was below me and the German couple from Konstanz were in a double bed nearest the window; without any curtains so you could only sleep dusk until dawn. I slept peacefully until Hanks snores brought me out of slumber around half past five. I tried to block out the pulses but it was impossible. Eventually I got up and packed ready for breakfast and the continuation of the Camino. After two successively fast paced and relentless days it felt that Sunday mustn't be as forboding so I could just get somewhere and feel a little more like a whole bodied man again! I walked passed the chur...

Pilgrimage Pt.10. The test of all tests. Driving snow across from the west as we climb up to our 2/3 point enroute to Saint Albans -Les Sauvages - must stop. Considerable wet. Rushed up the side of the mountain to peak at 1292m. Come to the auberge to relax and reheat prior to the final leg of a grueling 33kms. Needed sustainance definitely. Beef stew and roast potatoes and salad leaves. Readying for my body to assimilate the energy. With all the exerting came a snow blindness. Everything was tinged with a ring of pink. Now the weather has changed and a thaw is on. Snow balls bounce off the back of my head as we duck beneath the spruce coming out from Les Sauvages to Chapel Saint Roch. Onto a road we're making excellent coverage of my left third toe; a blister and we arrive at Chapelle. After nestling towards the final few kilometer wondering who am I trying to compete with? There isn't anyone to beat. Feel a little pushed by a Frenchman in shorts. But Sunday will be a gentl...