25/10/11 – 18.55 – Outside Bias in some ‘seeming’ calm woods. Last night was interesting to say the least, finally getting up to take a piss, it took me thirty mins. I observed a wonderful view with a mix of blacks and greys, no stars as it continuously stopped and continued to rain. I’m suddenly aroused by two loud, close by and distinctive grunts – wild boars – it has to be, no other animal grunts like a pig apart from the already mentioned. I lay still quickly thinking it’s probably not wise to attract extra attention to myself. They snoop around – one sounded like he pissed (the next morning though, I saw the wanker shat right beside my tent) while in my head I was already visioning the worst case scenario, where they would charge, I would have to exit my tent and smoothly jab my knife into ones skull, while kicking the other away. Who after realizing his “dobayashi’s” death would run away hoping to not receive the same fate. Either way; I layed still as if I was asleep and just listened and enjoyed the moment (Doesn’t happen every day that two boars [wild] come snooping at your forest squat) The sounded big. At first I thought it might have been my food that attracted them, later I thought it was probably my piss. They did one round, came back – then I fell asleep. no harm though. I turned to face my bag just in case they did charge, they would hit my bag or my back. better some protection that none … I woke the next morning and everything around me was soaked. there was still intervals of hard rain. I took my leave on one of them breaks, all ready and ‘waterproof’ suited I hit the road. the rain was not as intense as the day’s before.
all the way to Parentis en Born the rain was on and off, still getting that water from lorries and cars who still insisted on overtaking me so close. I arrived sooner than I thought. it wasn’t even 12.00 – left just after 10.30. Coffee in nice rustic restaurant and went to have a ciggy, also turning my bike lights off I had forgotten too, which were swithced on as the sky darkened and the mist grew on the ride in. better be safe than sorry huh!? and anyway, since I had already them, why not use them anyway. coming back from making good use of the toilets, a woman chatted with the bar lady – who seemed the owner (at least was old enough to be) it felt as if they were talking about me, as when I turned and looked at the window to see it was raining again, she chuckled.
It was nothing like yesterday at this point what did it matter anyway. I bought bread ( x2 this time) and treated myself to one of them baguette sandwiches. which in all honesty are rather expensive - but OH SO nice!
say on the entry of something, it had no sign, just a step and a door.- was good enough and dry. there I ate and decided to put one headphone on as that morning I had listened to Zpu and he brought me up even more. yesterday was a very WET day! but probably one of my best when it came to morale – today was going to follow suite. back on bike I noticed a burger shop with really cheap prices – too late now!
Riding 10mins in, the rain started to drop, slightly at first then in hard waves. 30/40mins in, theres two roads I can take – not sure – map in coat, if open everything wet – music was making me sing . out of breath. Suddenly a fruit market stand, empty as the one I stopped at yesterday – quick check for traffic – straight in – eye catches – BAR-HOTEL – quick change direction - see if open. Open indeed, very old styled bar – greeted by a young blonde and three French Bulldogs barking mad, sniffing everything – then a huge Mastiff, smelling me – easy tiger – sniff my hand O.o – walks away :D – Coffee please – it’s warm, maybe heaters on – no luck. I got given a shot glass full of coffee that looks like a mini-guiness – taste even better . Fucking machine ****** used to preach about *eye rolls and drinks more* just under an hour was there, second coffee in, the rain was calming down and feeling rather anxious, bar girl was talking to some dude about numbers *shrugs* my time to leave though. the rain started again – was 5/6km from Pontenx les Forges.
Just went with it…
[On the ride to Parentis, had thought. water in French (l'eau) where the 'e' is apparently numb - I can't pronounce it anyway - sounds like a gruntal sexual sound. Try it :p]
Water stopped – sun was coming out – close to Pontenx no need to stop and take extra clothes off, just to be sure. sun come out full blast just before arrived. took everything off see if would dry – continue – St Paul en Born – no interest cycle through – Aureillan – just passed through – 49k m sign to Mimizan, clouds bunch up and starts spittin’ – Lidl! Saviour! park. go in, 2 chocolate -1 marble – 2 cans – 1 chorizo €4 :) sit outside 40mins rain to die, while eating marble, listening to Platero and checking out the occasional cuties. -stops – leave – starts – turb back – soft rain – think fuck it and head on! just down the road the sun is roaring! coffee – get told 100km to border :D see Khadafi’s tomb is hidden so no peregrination (t.v) *eye rolls* GO!
Bias just round corner – twenty mins? this whole day camping’s everywhere – Fuck it! Fuck them! more money for me. past Bias – see broken French plate (car) lying side of road, continue – stop - decide it’s my souvenir from France. probably 10k’s to St Julien en Born. 17.35 say fuck it, pull onto a wooden unpaved side route – decide to set up camp, let tent dry, eat, relax for the rest of day. Take soem pictures of this beautiful wildlife, mushrooms everywhere! lovely colours on plants. Bloody little flies like when Fadura* used to bog with water. Have dinner, read a little write this (19.57) take piss probably lay down.
//It’s very strange but it happens an awful lot, after spending the whole day cycling once I lay down, my legs when stretched seem too painful and have to bend them – maybe from being bent constantly all day? // I’m not sure if it’s because it’s flat but I first heard it in the ‘forest’ I stayed in just before Molac and again in every flat forested land i’ve camped in but there’s a build up of this machine like gruntal sound ‘like what a fighter jet would imagine to sound like to one’ it builds in the distance then hovers past. some times concludes when a lorry goes past, others continues – not sure if aeroplane from ahead – even though not always one near by . can’t quite figure it out. the other day noticed that since in flat lands, the cars that come from in front, the sound when building up (as to what vehicle it is) come from the back. strange, but constant thing here.
Second time i’ve gone out for a piss in the woods at night and it’s so beautiful, very un nerving while being alone, like the sea bottoom, but equally GORGEOUS!
*Fadura is where we used to train years ago when Rugby was played [Blind-side flanker if anyone's interested :)] . In winter the side of the oval shape rugby pitch never used to drain properly, which was cool as you could slide all in the mud – but shit as it would fill up with flies and mosquito’s and all sort of flying fuckers.