A rebel without a clue.

Beechwood valley to my left and the distant sounds of a couple of trains as I come down from the snowbound hills above Schlüchtern. In to the town through an industrial sector and then I looked for a café to rest before the next part of the day. After I'd spotted one then walked around the centre I headed back to the first at it suggests relaxation! Wohenzimmer café for oolong and a free croissant. Truly too many instances of déjà vu. Just now as I turn left and see end of today's etape I am instantly back in Saint Bertrand de Comminges in the Pyrenees. It is the Weg/Chemin but that's nearly in Spain! But that didn't work. No where to stay. It's not a Catholic town ... and almost the same thing happened in St Bertrand because the gîte d'étape was a chambre d'hôtes. The thing with German Jakobsweg seems to be that there is a huge disconnect with its deeper meaning. In a hugely capitalist nation there seems little time for what I am trying to do. O...

That was one damp night's sleep. At 5am I had to get off the bottom sheet and decided I'd try my luck above the duvet, but below the blanket. Now I'm ready for my Geniesser Happen Frühstück(€6.50) in Bäcker Happ after seven and I don't think I'm crawling with bites from the blanket...today is a mere 21 kilometres to Steinau an der Straße. It's a big German breakfast at Happ, but three huge crusty brötchen which I cannot bite anymore without cutting into petite morsels and I've discovered the reason for a knife and folk! When you have bad or missing teeth they do the job for you! For how many millennium did humans suffer to eat tough, sharpe, crisp, crusty without a knife and a folk then some clever soul decided they no longer needed teeth but utensils? Day two begins shortly and it's neither raining nor snowing, there are some fast moving clouds heading eastwards so the conveyor belt will keep it forever changing and meeting me on the path?