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Day 7 : A Carnival and Not Much Else
-Côte Envers- It was with a start that I awoke this morning – I had breathed a little too deep, slid down. It was 6.55am. I was wrecked. I had yet to have a good nights sleep this week, what with the writing until 1.00am most mornings, and after last…
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Day 6 : Lost in Translation (And Fog)
-Yenne- I struggled to sleep last night – after five nights of sleeping outside (and in a bed), my legs felt trapped by the tent, limbs fighting for space against my pack. I joined the living at around 10.00am, ready for the rain. But,,, it was dry? After all that…
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Day 5 : 100km down !!
-Ètang Bleu- As it would happen, I did repeat the mistakes of yesterday. When I woke at 6.45am, I was freezing. I couldn’t stomach the thought of the surely frigid water, and instead repacked my damp bag, hanging yesterdays’ socks on the outside of my pack to dry and pulling…
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Day 4 : Shitty French, Worse Translations and Major Breakthroughs
-Seyssel- Today, I woke up at 6.25am, covered in dew. It had gotten cold, and I had had a bit of a miserable night – my choice in park benches was unwise, and every bone in my body ached. But it was hard to actually be under the weather while…
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Day 3 : Breaking – Calling an Ambulance Does Not Make List of Top Ten Ways to Start Your Morning
<General warning for blood, injuries, fainting, gory descriptions etc. – if you skip ahead to Frangy you’ll skip the bulk of it but there’s brief references throughout!> -Chaumont- Waking up was easy today; the church very helpfully began tolling at six – but not for six rings, but six minutes.…
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Day 2 : Festivities and French Cheese
-Chartruese de Pomier- I woke up at 6.25am with optimistic plans for the morning, but upon realising I had spent half the night laying in a puddle and was now Drenched, decided instead to roll over and try again later. At 8.40am, I felt a little more ready, so I…
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Day 1 : French Water Fountains and Camino Angels
-Compesières- Rest was a strong word. I woke once to see a face in the trees opposite me, but evidently looked away at the perfect moment when what I can only describe as a Creature came bounding on out and ran directly at the tree I was under and vanished.…
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Step Three : Walking
-Geneva- The first thing to note is that a Switzerland 35* and an Australian 35* are not the same thing even slightly. It had become a common thing for me to realise as I travelled to marvel at the difference in temperature – a Washington 17* is also worlds apart…
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Step Two : Getting There
-The Starting Point- Technically, my trip began in Brisbane on a hot June morning, where I sat nervous and sweating in the airport gate. Or maybe it began even earlier, the first day I learnt of the Camino. Depends on how specific and/or philosophical you want to get I suppose,…
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