The View from Above

We pull in at 5 am and sit quietly for an hour or so at the bus station. Behind us a young man is feeding a hard boiled egg to a hard boiled kitten. In front of us a man punches another man in the face and all around us there is a strange calm. Or maybe we are slowly adjusting to the rhythms of Moroccon life.

Camino De Santiago in Pictures: Part 1 St Jean Pied de Port to Pamplona

Ollie and Anthony contemplating life on the way to St Jean.

In Tents

The only sounds to break the cold stillness are the geese and the church bell. Each morning I wake up and slowly adjust, thinking about where I am now. 

So far...

I´m sat by Christopher in Camp Gibbo. A good friend left us today and we pitched our tents in his honour. Heads heavy from tequila and wine we´re packed up from Pamplona and are sat 5km west, in a long-since ploughed field.

The Forlorn

 So Anthony and I had our first couch surfing experince two nights ago. We decided to carry our bags from North Paris, into Central, hitting some uber touristy destinations on the way, to save money on bag storage and transport. 

 After a wicked day (not without constant, random aches and pains from carrying our bags some 10 miles through Paris) we arrvied in our couch surfing host's neighbourhood in East Paris, near Nation. The neighbourhood had an inviting feel to it, like we were in the heart of the art/political quarter of Paris, yet avoiding the trendy and pretentious areas we had already passed through. Paris is strange like that. You can be walking down a street where the men are wearing rouge pantelons and cravates carrying small white dogs that polity poo into satin poo bags, and then around the courner you feel like you are in a scene from Blade Runner where you live under railway tracks warming your hands over burning barrels roasting small white dogs for dinner (although I am not impying the French eat small white dogs)! 

Name our house

For the first time in my life I nearly bought a silver pen. I wanted to scrawl "So Say We All" or an approximation of the below on my our new house, or simply "Galactica".

Unfortunately it is not just me who gets to name our new house.

Emma and I have bought a new house.

Lists

I've made lists, and lists of lists and then more lists. After five days I found all these lists at the bottom of my bag in a crumpled mess, in a sea of pen lids, coppers and bits of biscuit. I still haven't got everything I need.  

Emma, London, 26 September 2012

(un)certainties

I’ve just minimised a number of other people’s blog posts and decided to get on with this myself. That’s more or less what I plan to do with my life now. With our life.