The second day
14 08 2004Knowing, it is very difficult to get out of big cities, I took a regional train to get out of Paris and near the highway. But my map played tricks on me, so after one hour I was back in Paris, but finally near the highway.
When it started raining cats and dogs. I hoped, the rain would trigger the charity-button, but I did not get a lift for almost three hours.
After that it went very smooth, just one stop til Orleans and there I found a truck-driver from Ecuador, who was going to Spain. We rode till one o’clock in the night, stopped just after the Spanish border and slept in the truck in two bunk beds.
He wanted to learn English, but his pronounciation was somewhat exotic. With his Spanish I also had problems, as I am not used to American Spanish. So we muddled through a lot of topics, but I lost the plot several times, especially when I grew more and more tired. Every now and then I crawled in the back to get some sleep, which is not so easy when the road is a bit bumpy.
A strenuous ride, but a very long one.
And this morning, in Hendaye, I saw the Atlantic ocean again. Yippieee.






Since you don’t post anymore I assume you are busy surfing.
Good Wave…
…or whatever one wishes.
Thanks, I was. And will be tomorrow. In a nutshell, hopefully most of the two weeks to come.
Right now, there is a thunderstorm bursting out, a good time for surfing (the net this time).