A rebel without a clue.

Scott's Pub again. I've just done the tourist thing. Luxembourg, although ridiculously expensive (€18 for a bacon cheeseburger in Scott's), is interesting. Take away the Gucci/LV/Rolex Grand Rue in Haute-Ville, because it's always there for those who have nothing better to spend their money on, and it is an interesting town. It's history stretches back into another epoch: especially below Siegfried's burg (Lucilinburhuc) in Grund by the Alzette leading to the Moselle, north-north east of here. It's noon so time for another Cheeseburger! At some point I will venture back up to the Altstadt and find the local Vino ... Time is on my side ... and I will walk to the airport as it is little more than 5 kilometres from me! I'm hogging the fire, because it's a pretty cold day outside, they forgot to turn on the radiators so everyone is getting too paranoidly close to me for comfort. What am I like... It's the "Delay" stage now. And ...

Luxembourg YH reminds me of Thameside in London: it's huge, boring and makes noises all the time! It's more modern than Thameside, but time will also ravage it's façade. And I bet, for everyone I knew in London, here in Luxembourg is an alternate reality consisting of the same politics and dynamics going on ( because Hostelling International or the Youth Hostel Association attracts the identical people through its door)! It's what makes my experience of them so consistently average. Walking is now two days ago. The slight hangover and overwhelming tiredness I had yesterday has left me, but I know I definitely need a proper unbroken night's sleep. Soon I'll be able to climb my own bed - Saturday night - and let the weariness lift! Check-out time is ten am. No need to hurry out the door, but breakfast is very tedious (cold) and coffee overwhelmingly bitter (machine vended). Persons are arriving for work to replace the night staff - soon their equivalent of Beverle...

It's 8:50 and I'm on a slow train to Luxembourg. It's fine. I found a quiet part of the carriage and am trying not to breath in too much! It was so busy in the Gare because it's rush hour and there hasn't been any formal statement by Macron about life as the French know it. Actually he's banned gatherings of 1000+ people and what is a Gare? But I've passed into Luxembourg and am a little tired! All that walking , then those few bottles of Orval and an average night's sleep. Need to sleep in a cool, clean and quiet space! I wonder if there are Amis Saint Jacques in Luxembourg City? ... Booked into the Auberge de Jeunesse, in the old low quarter of Luxembourg City, and left my rucksack. After a quick freshen up I've walked through Clausel (which seems like Truman Brewery off Brick Lane), up to the Grund and popped into Scott's, because I've been on the go since six (again). As usual I can't check into the room until 1, but then a siesta is ...

Don't stay at Formula 1 because it's hidden amongst a ton of low rent empty industrial properties, in the north of Metz and surrounded by the train tracks and the main road passing from Paris to Luxembourg. But do stay there because it's the only option, the bed was comfortable and it's very easy to pack away your stuff and head over Moyen Pont and be in the centre in no time(20 minutes): ignoring the quantity of Kebab and Halal French Fries Chicken lining the student area thoroughfare; just like every student thoroughfare in existence! The question now is Train, Bus or BlaBlaCar? Not one atom of my existence really wishes to go to Luxembourg City, but yesterday I was left in Metz without an option of finding anywhere here I can really budget for. I've just booked into the Youth Hostel in a (Corona) mixed dorm, but, just as Mike said, there is probably much reduced tourists? Last night I spotted on two Chinks in our armour, and both were masked as they a...

Seven o'clock and all is very well. Another day on the Way, but the final one - for now. As I close the chapter on Germany, for now, as a means to walk the Jakobsweg there is still many ways in France which I am yet to set foot. In the north west, Brittany and Normandy, are areas I've not set foot for a long time! In Normandy it was 2013 and Brittany the summer of 2000 with French Life a very shady tent and caravan enterprise: didn't I work ridiculous hours to montage those bloody tents all over Brittany? Regularly drivers in rural France stop to offer me a lift forward. It is characteristic of French hospitality, but, even when it's raining, it's hard to say yes! Yesterday was one of the few times I said yes and was deposited in Kédange Sur Canner a little less drenched! Just now, on the way between St Hubert and Vigy (when I'd decided against the dog leg presented on the Chemin and followed the B road direct from Hombourg and Vigy) anot...

It rained so heavily all day and I had no means of escape. The way was probably quite beautiful, but I had no shelter from the deluge. Once I finally found the bed, and between Anne-Marie and myself made it as warm as possible, I didn't leave it until about six when I went to find something warm to eat! It won't be a late night I'm sure that once I've eaten I'm over and out. Just one more day left until Metz and this stupidity is over. During the walk today I felt alert and focused, even in the intense bursts, and I knew I'd find nothing open in this area of rural Lorraine just focused on reaching Kédange Sur Canner. However I've suddenly got a lot of strange mucus building up in my left nostril which, once blown, is intensely sticky and a little brown not green. It's not continual so it's probably nothing: my head's probably caving in! Hasty kebab and speedy march back up the Rue to No. 5. There is a warm bed and a book to read for a...

More rain! Too much rain! Oh well it's always a way. Between the edges of Germany, Luxembourg and France the Mosel gets heavier. Slept really well. Perl is still on an evening. Thanks to Mike I'm not nearly as broke leaving German territory as I have been while in it and this is probably the only time I will try a Jakobsweg because it is simply not that much 'fun' with this unnecessary fear. Money is always a huge challenge, for anyone, but I'm usually able to let that threat to peace recede on the Way: because I can budget for very little if the Way is properly designed to respect a pilgrim with a very frugal constitution. Until yesterday, and the moment's bliss spent in that moss strewn wood, while sitting for lunch, I'd not felt peace at all this time out! Money is one of the factors I know is on everyone's mind, and it's a real pity, because it hides so much joy inside locked away. To escape from the anxiety a lack of enough funds to survive dail...