3 september: Carjaic to Limogne.
Started out well with a hard climb but soon leveled out. Then the rain started and that is when my troubles started. Made it to Lomogne in good time and found a nice cafe. Many pilgrims were about and that spells trouble. Sure enough all the Gites were fill. When I tried to find another on my phone,the phone was dead. Really dead. Turns out some moisture got into a hairline crack on the face of it and voila: toast!
So I had to move on to the next town, which was 10 kilometers. I walked 6 and some family picked me up and drove me into a dead town called Vierre. There I found a bed and met the 3 french stooges and Blondin. She let me use her phone to call home and let everyone know that I no longer had communications. By the way the church in Limogne was beautiful and had vety indpirational statues inside. It was vetu emotionsl but reassuring for me given I had lost all my photos, contacts and apps. I shoild be cryinh biy I am not because I have company.
A fabourite of out and Sadie;
04 September:
It may be a tought slog at times but the beauty and culture here make up for it.
All I can say about this trek is that it was wet, very very wet. Went from Vierre to Cahor. 35 kilometers. I had to get to Cahors to address my phone issues. Started out well as the terrain was generally flat. But I had to put up with the French 3 stooges. 2 men and a woman who just would not stop talking or should I say yapping like a duck in heat. Finally I had had enough and I let them get a long way ahead.
I also ran into, or walked into, two Americ gents. One was from Minnisota and the other from Buford South Carolina. Wow. We were just there last March. These guys were lost and going the wrong way. I tried to help them but they were very ill prepared. They has no clue even though they could understand me they would not take my advice. Cest la vie. Hey, I can speak French.
The next part made me very emotional. I covered off 20 kilometers over 4.5 hours. I took a 30 minute break. Then this man appeared. We said hello. He told me he was tired so I told him to rest with me. He was about 40 and was from Paris. He spoke pretty good English. We sat for about 30 minutes and then it began to rain. I asked him if he wanted to walk with me. He said yes so we walked bit very slowly. It was raining bery hard now. I asked him if he can walk faster and he told.me no that he was disabled. Turns out he was born with only one ventrical. Holy shyte I thought. As others passed us by I thought that in this weather I must stay with him so I did. It took us 5 hours to cover the last 10 kilometers. Got into Cahors at 6pm. But I felt good about it considering this guy was walking by himself without any company. His name was Paul so you know I could not leave him. Saint Paul I thought!
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Hey darling sounds like a very emotional time God is always in control. People were sent into your path for a reason. Can I still contact you on your Gmail account or you mammuel account?!
I’m proud of you my darling
Luv ya Dottie