A rebel without a clue.

Two hours solid meditation after I got moved to a quiet room, on my own, in a bed without a shortness issue. Sorted out the backpack: ready for the morrow. The real Way begins from Monday with clearness and a less distracted mind: I ordered water with lunch because booze does get in the Way I want. A lot of meat passed into me: from tomorrow it's going to be lentils and beans mostly. Hastily I head back to room 19 as that lunch killed me off - again. Yesterday is really taking its toll on my body: zero energy being chalked up. Was going to walk the circumference of the walls, but really can't be bothered. Maybe later, but I really don't know if I'm going to wake up today really. The bad rain returned and it's a day to keep quiet.

Life is for experiencing everything. To be, do and go. To touch, taste and feel. To belong everywhere. To be entirely true! But isn't that's how I'm challenged, because it's disapproved of: I disapprove of myself constantly with the voice. Feelings of unworthiness and disappointment, but what are my true emotions and who's voice is ripping me apart? Yesterday was harder than I cared to believe, where each footfall was painful and I was fatigued in all my body, carrying a overwhelming backpack, so I started to question myself and my ethos: what does all this thing you do mean Daniel! So I cried into the night because I felt helpless and hemmed in. Even with all the years of walking I'm still lost upon the highway and have no goal in mind: other than perpetual peace. Two mornings ago I was on the path to peace, but then the noise overtook me again. When the Coquille - scallop shell - vanished so did that peace and I allowed it to chase me for 50 kilometres! Stra...

In the pitch black night I stumbled around, unable to find the door in to the bathroom, in desperation I ended up urinating onto the floor. Never ever done that before and I don't know why I didn't switch on the bedside light? I think I was sleep walking. Even when I'm a sleep it seems I want to walk. There is a stiff breeze blowing outside and the weather is moving more autumnal for sure. At least until Monday. Yesterday I paid for the night's rest and asked for PdJ at seven but the host was a little reticent to be up at that time? But I like away by sunrise to get the best of the day so I twisted his arm behind his back. *** Fantastic breakfast! Too much really. A full complement of Confiture, honey, yogurt, coffee, orange juice, croissant, baguette, butter and I ate what I could. Host reminds me the weather won't be good today. Proofed my boots and seen the direction of travel to the next village. I will reach Carcassonne today regardless of the weather with a...

Day three began too early. Alarm at six is pointless when owls, mosquitoes and an other thing are busy throughout the evening. So I rolled over and jumped back out of bed around 6:45. The host at this campsite were excellent and I feel enthusiastic about another 30 kilometres in the heat. So far it's a bit chillier than yesterday, but we are a bit higher up than Capestang, and I'm grateful for layers. A happy cyclist from Valence gave me some peaches, and the host gave me some plums, which I am grateful to receive! So I give the two dogs on the campsite my love because it's better to give what doesn't diminish with the giving? *** Part one down. Coffee in Olonzac and rearranged the sack. Eat a plum and the little cheese I've left from day one, with the bread of the same, and I'm off. Lost sight of the Coquille, my erstwhile indicator, disappeared the scene from Olonzac so I had no indication whether I was anywhere nearer to Azille. I was totally heading sou...

A tough day so far. Must stop for "repase" in Bize. During the morning deluge my phone got water trapped beneath the screen protector! It rained that hard for two hours before the sun showed through. *** On and on I went up and over and down through a gorge. Now I have shade and a glass of Minervois white wine. Staying in a Chalet tonight, on Camping Les Auberges, €20 bed, evening meal and PdJ. Just had an hour horizontal and a brief nap. It was a thirty kilometre day. Two more until Carcassonne. Decisions decisions: where to Daniel. Random is best, but the Chemin Saint Jacques has better sleeping options. It's amazing how quickly the Mediterranean is behind and the mountains rear up. In the distance I spy the great divide between continental and Mediterranean France: where everything changes and my sack gets subtlety lighter? *** Strictly wine mode. This area has some pretty interesting cliffs and vineyards upon them. Next to the campsite is a production facility an...

So damn humid this morning. 92% on the app. Not much enduring sleep. Window open then street lighting creeps behind my eyelids and with windows closed the room in a sauna. Strong coffee and sweet patisserie before sunrise. Today I must use the early, clouded hours to beat the 30°C humidity. Found coffee in the kitchen of Gîtes Lo Castel and it is flowing to my fingertips and the soles of my feet while it disturbs the guts onroute! Purge this unclean pathetic heap of a man! Remember to look out for free food dropping off the bushes this morning: figs, blackberries and haw-berries. Yesterday was a day of lush French cuisine, but from today I must tighten my belt and be more frugal. It's not about consumption and I'm far from desperate to eat France clean. Although the mantra is "it's not a race" the sun is a different commander: once it shines directly onto my bald head that's the end of the line ... Get out of the sun and siesta where possible. The crows ch...

Only one day! That was a terrifically long day. The distance, along the tow path, is nothing. However after the airport hell came the late arrival, the waiting for the host and too many beers. It's insignificant because I believe I'll sleep forever tonight. The food I've eaten today is definitely a contribution to France's nation debt, yet this is necessary. France has my heart, but I don't know where my head lies! Nowhere is my "main complaint". No sense of belonging. The body succeeds yet my mind is short of aspiration. I'm a dull boy. You know? *** If you show your teeth this means a "concord" - bullshit, as the locals sit opposite the Krauts, it is distinctly non-cordial. When will they learn to be honest. Sebastien is not Sebastian. Simple. I listen and pause before the cheese onslaught. *** And the gulf separating those Southern Europeans from us witty Brits, with our Monty Python! What can I do? Smile and poke my teef in their gen...