25 August: Aumont Albrac to Nasbinal.

One meets all kinds of people in the Camino. My new friend. Her name is moooo.

Hot,hot,hot. Look at the path. That was considered good. Most of the path is ankle busting terrain.

I was looking forward to the Albrac but was disappointed. I thought I would be seeing this barren, boulder strewn and cattle grazing area. And while there were spots that were treeless for the most part it resembled normal grazing ground. The Albrac is the home of a new brand of cattle. Yummy they say so I am hoping for a piece of that meat for tonight’s meal. Sorry for all those Vegans out there. Suffer!

French beer is awful. I found a cafe in Nasbinal that serves good German beer from Munich. Delicious. French beer is flat and served luke warm. Same with the water. I cannot seem to find an ice cold drink here, except today. The beer was ice cold 🧊.

Sat at the Cafe terrace and a very large family showed up with screaming children. So I moved inside. I thought I heard someone say in my head but oh John you really are a grumpy old man. Perhaps l am but I have lived many years so I felt I deserve some EFFIN PIECE AND QUIET. Sorry. Pilgrims cannot swear and they are not supposed to drink. Screw you buddy.

Meeting a lot of people and am getting a reputation already. They say: Have you seen that Canadian who carries a parasol? It is not a parasol. It is a high tech sun deflecting mechanism, I tell them. Ah oui monsieur they say. La nudge   nudge, wink 😉.

Read ya tomorrow.