A rebel without a clue.

The last few days I've passed through villages with no bar, no tabac, no épicerie and no marché, as well as no cash point. Just now I was losing my reason, because I had not eaten since breakfast at seven, but luckily in Gite for groups I saw a hastily written instructions welcoming pèlerin in. The door was open but the cupboards were bare! But in the fridge was enough cake to carry some along for later! Was getting a little frantic before then and had tried to eat raw acorns, chestnuts, dandelion leaves and these didn't make me feel this way was working. It was great cake! And now I am in Lortet but it has no shop, bar (yet) or anything. Three guys are renovating a hotel on the way into town, but it doesn't open for 2 weeks. One of the fellows has given me some food and a beers, but suddenly I feel the overt competitive masculine manner of the guy coming to dominate the conversation. Helpful guy, if a little lost trying to acquire "only the best", but I had to l...

Another day and another voice in my head. The lady I shared the room with is stressful. It's interesting to hear someone in another language talk low of you to those around the table. To get out of bed and be ready to depart I must turn on the light. It was only a bedside light. At the table I didn't respond: I'm not sure it was worthy of me. No matter! I feel heavy today. Yesterday was "trop" - too much. The straw which almost did me in. I was losing feeling in my fingers and toes: the stiff wind blowing when the rain stopped was making me shiver. Last night I couldn't eat so went to bed, but I couldn't sleep. Then the house opposite had a light on shining straight into my eyes so I tossed and turned until I felt I could resist no longer: I got up and fumbled with the shutters. Then I felt a chill around four as the blanket seemed incapable of keeping any warmth in. Finally the stressful ladies phone buzzed at six so I got up, used the bathroom, returne...