story Romain
When my friend Peter told me about his project, he has passed much time so I find myself with him for three days and two nights at any beginning of his adventure.
This project is a little girl that the legendary Forrest Gump would have been with the show would go J dormir .
The birth takes place in Provence, a winter night, the head of my colleague, I found myself actually his godfather.
I 'did not hesitate to help this venture to make those first steps.
Here is the story
D Aix at Salon.
And in the hour of departure, we don 'were still unsure of our drop-off points for the beginning. But the sun
we smile, we're off to Aix en Provence, a Friday 13 ... it can not be invented ... careless or unconscious.
Obviously, after some thirty miles, you start to feel the lack of training pathological urban sedentary modern we are.
But hard lessons of the method we fought valiantly against Coué pain to finally find ourselves, after dark night, lost in the desert outskirts of Living in Provence, but failed to join the brave who had proposed, without us knowing, to host the two bearded men we were. While we
bitterness to spend the night of Friday 13, fasting, in a makeshift camp on the outskirts of a hydroelectric facility, Aurelie managed to join us and bring us back home. That Providence
be thanked. We then found ourselves right in the banquet of Bacchus or the occasion of the birthday of our host, a joyful meeting amused.
We did not hesitate long to get involved in this festival with enthusiasm.
Only the next day when taking an aspirin for breakfast and suddenly remembering our projects mileage for the day that I came to this maxim
drink or walk, we must choose!
From Salon in Cavaillon
For the second day together, we started up by the national head north for us to be challenged by a sinister individual from his car parked on the side.
_You guys looking for a job?
Well, we lied about the crisis? But what the job was it black? We do will know it. At least we can assure that with our quickdraw column Bosnian militia routed, there was nothing reproved by morality.
We could then follow the Canal de Provence in peace. the pain was already under great and we were able
ons in parallel form these wandering thoughts which form what is called the inner journey ... Up not what the highway from the sun, the TGV and the Durance, and we tend to gang up a fierce blocker and trap us in making us a few miles from our destination to turn back when the night promised.
order not to miss our rendezvous and having camped in this difficult environment, I managed to lay the diplomatic achievement Pierre in a long, dark and narrow passage under the railway from the TGV. That past, we managed to win the wild but accessible bank of the Durance bridge taking us in Cavaillon.
At the end of our path, the Way family took care of us and welcome us back on their feet the next day.
I fell asleep thinking that we should not worry so much since
any travel destination has necessarily
Goodbye Avignon
few more steps, lighter, with the drive and found ourselves in sight of the castle of the popes. We accelerate the pace for the locally famous psychiatric hospital Montfavet.
Because many believe, simply, that this project is crazy and we did not suffer the fate that is reserved for fools.
It is nevertheless reassuring about the chances of my friend is looking to carry out as I was leaving the station platform at Avignon.
Because I never doubted his control but only the feasibility of this idea.
That every day he walks
and every day he finds his way after someone to open the door of his house.
That is what we had done and what he will continue to make for even 146 days and 4900 kilometers.
Roman
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