Another Day.

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Mindfulness over a mining town tomorrow. There is a means of skirting around the north of Decazevilles. Tomorrow will be tough and it will be much more important to arrive a Conques without going into the cauldron of woes in Decazevilles.

The hosts at Bio Gîte, who I find a little cold so far for Hippy types - too many instruction "do that" "don't do that", are going to be doing breakfast very early, which is OK with me. Awake for 6am.

Depression is something that overwhelms me at times, usually at what seems an impossible time to be in that mode. I've just begun another Chemin and I need to lift my spirit. The views are divine, there is none of the Cicadas or Grasshoppers, nettles are lining the road sides and I crouched to shit in a toilet which was just a hole in the ground. Oh the road is warming, but it's not mountains. If I look at it it scuttles away into a deep ocean cave, waiting to come out whenever it can, it knows my fragility.

Why did I call these persons Hippies? They're just French and more alive than I am. Time to turn in. I am beaten by the weather. After mome made yogurt - joghurt de maison - young cheese - a kind of cottage cheese - and a pasta dish I am around sleep. Nothing was made without love.

Only minds connect and about now my mind is totally disconnected from the people I have passed since Figeac. Not interested in this. I am off to Rodez to sleep in a bed that doesn't creak every minute, has a thing called mattress and a pillow too. Conques Accueil Pelerin Hospital is a bit shit really considering it holds 96 persons and costs €30 for a basic bed, evening meal and breakfast. It makes me wonder what the catholic church does with all the money?

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