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Sitting in paradise right now. I am sitting in a garden looking in the distance at the towering blue grey Pyrenees. In my immediate vicinity are the rolling foothills leading to the mountains themselves. Cornfields, sunflowers, stands of trees among undulating hills. Green if every shade can be seen. Some taupe as well as the golden brown shades of harvested fields. Pure heaven, except for the flies.

I have two stages left and wouldn’t you know but the wifi and internet connection is weak. I cannot get video or music files. My network plan from orange.fr is very weak. Oh well. It was an easy walk today.

Chillin out.

This usually means someone died here.

Great countryside but I cannot get any video or music as it is too slow.

I don’t know how these pics are turning out.

Two French Basques fellows singing some traditional Basque folk songs.

No music today as I don’t have a you tube connection.

Storm clouds over the Pyrenees.

 

 

 

 

 

Althez was a dump. A larger town yet another French town that is deader than a French corpse. I just don’t get it. Guide book says to be prepared for closures Sunday and Monday yet is doesn’t matter. This is a Tuesday night. It is a good thing the gite offers a diner and breakfast as part of the fee or I would be deader than a Canadian corpse. And to make matters worse part of the French horde showed up. At diner one woman nattered on and on for over one and a half hours. All in French. When I tried to say something in my shattered French they looked at me as if I was deader than a French corpse. Or they would shrug their shoulders at me and say huh? Huh? Huh? I gave up out of sheer frustration. You feel alone as no one can understand you. But I do have a good friend to accompany me. Have I introduced it to you? Here is a picture of it. Its name is Tongerlo:

It is a dependable compani0n. Never complains and always there to make you feel better. Never talks back. A smooth customer. Eh bai?

Yet during the day walking I feel like a million bucks. So happy. The countryside is spectacular.

I feel like I am in heaven. I sometimes lay back on the grass with my legs up on the bank. I look up to the heavens and say,Lord, my thanks. I feel so darn happy that I just want to scream. And He says Johnnie yes I know exactly  what you mean. I do.

I do.

Another good Canadian band. They say this is Canada’s band but I don’t agree with that. But this is a good song by the Tragically Hip. New Orleans Is Sinking:

 

 

 

 

 

30 kilometers today.

Beautiful sunrise.

I will never, ever have a baguette again in my life.

How I miss processed cheese slices. And a chien chaude. But the burgers here are the best I have ever had. Better than Bin 4.

I am craving eggs. I hate drinking coffee out of a cereal bowl.

Today ends my 4th week here. I haven’t watched TV in over 5 weeks. I have no idea of what is happening to the nation in permanent erection mode, as my Japanese friend would say. I have no idea what Tru-dough is doing, nor do I care. That is one good thing about doing a Camino. It blocks out the world around you. Your only concern is what is around the next bend or over the next hill. Your life boils down to basic necessities like ” do I have clean underwear tomorrow or damn my socks smell.”

Damn, the French horde from last night has arrived where I was staying last night.  Oops sorry. Pilgrims are not allowed to swear. That means another 30 minutes of self flagellation. Damn, I mean darn.

And that is why I did 30. To get away from the French horde. Over 30 of them. 1 kilometer per….

A lot of smokers here. They are allowed to smoke on the patios. How civilized. The only problem I have with that is it makes me want to smoke again. Don’t worry Katie, I will just sit downwind of them and inhale.

The clam shell is the official symbol of the Camino. All Caminos.

This place is for sale. Comes with dogs!

This song is from another great Canadian artist. It tells the story of how the trans Canada railroad was built. I am not sure if you can say trans here referring to a railroad with out being labelled transphobic in a woke Canada. Nevertheless:

 

 

 

 

 

 

You can see the Pyrenees in the background. Lourdes is to the left side. I will be going there when this ends.

The walk today was great. Alone with myself without the herd of French pilgrims. Nice. The weather now is fabulous (baby). Low humidity and temps in the low 20s. Fabulous (baby). Eh Dot! Lol. Here I am walking along some country road in nowhere France listening to my tunes and rockin in a free world.

I have met or come across two French Canadian women in this trek. Both are super unfriendly toward me. They will not give me the time of day. It is as if they are saying: “what are you doing here Anglo? This way (chemin) is only the French way.” I was a little put off last night as one of the French Canadian gals was there yet she said nothing to me to make me feel comfortable in a sea of Francos. Why are they so anal? I just do not get it.

Landscape and homes are taking on more of a Spanish vibe. We are getting into Basque country. Basque is not just Spain. There is a French component as well. You see posters of bull avoidance shows as they do not kill them anymore; men wearing the traditional Basque red with black berets. Neat. I have about 110 kilometers to go but I am going to take my time. Probably be there Saturday, maybe Sunday.

Another great Canadian band. Lighthouse. This song was a huge hit when I lived in Honolulu during my halcyon sailing days in 1973.