A rebel without a clue.

Montpellier Pt.5. I detoured to the Gare Saint Roch to without France early Wednesday morning. I can hear manana shouting my name. Oh Girona! Legendary city. Never thought I would return that way again. From there there are a couple of options to move forward and bring the pilgrimage back within touching point. It will be much hotter walking across Spain so anything that can reduce the burden of the several hundred kilometres. The walking will need to begin earlier or be broken up regularly to keep my energy levels high and a lot of my stuff will need to return somewhere. I wonder whom I'll see in Puente? I haven't been inspired into the poetic moi since I degusted from Cahors via Ruth. I noticed my writing is a little laboured and contrite. Added to this dissatisfaction I can't seem to keep far from the toilet here in Montpellier and I also came back via that McDonald's on the Funny Place. You can tell you run out of options when a cheap burger joint becomes the onl...

Montpellier Pt.4. Montpellier has been a challenge really. I can feel nothing but relief when I catch the first cheap vehicle out of here. I'm sat beneath the opera house looking along the M square and it somehow feels dirty, messy or frantic. A lot of crazy drunken fools tumble passed absorbed groups of German tourists. Plug them in or wind their mechanism and see a merry mental dance. After a lentil salad, bananas and 75cl of eau naturale I'm thinking a return to the Majestic to shower and change and perhaps forget the forceful masses undone in Place de la Comedie. The price of everything skints and ain't no joke. The joke I suppose is on me for letting something meaningless pull my feet away from the solace and happiness of moving ever away from the pain such places as Montpellier represent. I returned to the Hotel realised Spain is only a couple of hours south. I'm sodding off to Girona. I return to sweet simple peaceful city. With sweat pouring down my brow I pla...

Montpellier Pt.3. Trust is a funny thing. I came to this city not for me, for Glenn, but also because I felt lonely and needed a good Yorkshire voice to help me on my Way. Nothing real came of Montpellier so I am quite smashed and wondering how I was brought here without self control. Some dangle of a nice rope played tricks around my face bringing me south east and never south west of France after Cahors. No matter. Wednesday I will head west away with the sunrise. Some options are Perpignan, Toulouse or Barcelona. Or further west Bayonne or Biarritz. I'm beginning to feel Perpignan as I really don't want to be in Barcelona or Toulouse, but it is a reasonable distance towards Pamplona. The old me maybe would let the negativity of yesterday play tricks with me today. But something great comes of flipping with the ready formed road west. Wow Glenn u needed to have a break for yourself? Instead you have a nightmare during the day. Wow another guy who I see as a mistake of beh...