There are many ways to support Peter and his challenge.
- Relay r information by inviting his friends about the band's crazy walker Facebook
- Tell a friend living near one of the steps of Peter
- He opened the door of his house for an evening course
- But also accompany him on his road a few kilometers
Pending return of Francis David, who had accompanied his brother on two days, and seems more aid before the cameras in front of TF1 that his keyboard ... here is the story of the last accompanist to date, the Tough Audrey Lyon :
Initially the story is not very glorious. I suggested during a drunken night, that I would follow Peter on one of these steps while the latter was snoring on the sofa - to 23 hectares unless it's "three Gauls" I do not know, these four days were a bit mixed ...
short, to my surprise, Peter had heard the news and announced it on Facebook but said I would do "if the weather was clement" ... Once dessaoulée, I learn that my own words were well out of my mouth, and on the eve of departure I was watching the weather a bit anxious while secretly hoping a storm on the banks of the Rhone - which was very likely at this time. I fell asleep so relieved while adjusting my alarm at 7am because I have one word, even alcohol.
the morning of D-Day, my first move was to open the curtains with confidence ... I discovered then FourviereBasilica haloed by a beautiful blue sky free of clouds. My first instinct was to call my buddy while Arnaud, who was also the impetus in my ad had complied chief and signed a contract with a wink and a hearty laugh. Unfortunately, his back does not allow him to walk long distances and visit you at the bottom of my door, I decided - with courage - to keep up Quincieux Pierre.
The first 5 km were prolix, I talked a lot. Everything and nothing, Pierre gracing the conversation of those famous smiles (they are famous for you soon when you have met him) and listening to my chatter and jokes politely - fruit of 10 years working with Mr. Manin. Beard came to the island, I had no story à raconter pour m'empêcher de penser aux muscles et à ma carcasse qui me supportent depuis 28 ans et demi. C'est donc avec mon plus beau sourire figé que j'acceptais l'invitation de Pierre à continuer la marche en "autiste". C'est à dire, l'un suivant l'autre ou l'inverse, en écoutant ses chanteurs et chanteuses préférées dans son "ipod". C'est à ce moment là qu'intervient le dialogue avec soi-même, tant redouté et tant attendu. De grandes questions philosophiques et des réponses arrivent alors que l'on ne s'y attend pas !
Dans le désordre pour ma part : -
- Je ne ferais jamais de taekwondo.
- Dans cette bourgade, ils ont taillé les arbustes au bon moment en hiver.
- Ce serait chouette que ces deux avions se collapsent en plein ciel.
- Qui m'applaudit ? Ah non ... c'est le public des Blues Brothers.
etc etc ...
Il ne m'est pas très aisé de résumer ces 17.98 kilomètres de marche entre Lyon et Neuville sur Saône, vous l'aurez compris. Tout ce que je sais c'est que je ne regrette pas d'avoir accueilli Pierre et d'avoir fais un bout de chemin avec lui car il est très motivé, d'une motivation which needs no explanation ...
Good road stone)
Audrey tough
