11/29/2010
-6 degrees
eight in the morning in Pamplona, \u200b\u200bthey kept me wide awake, despite having slept little and badly.
my intention to get to France before the evening starts at the central bus station.
bad news until the evening no bus to the border.
therefore decide for a `healthy right thumb in a long time unused.
wait, false!
are past few days since my last hitchhiking.
Last time was in fact little more than a month ago in Stewart Island in New Zealand, when - after a hike to beaches and forests - to avoid a `shower for hours now and promised to` reality 'sudden We were loaded (B and I) on a jeep with a polite boy native of that unforgettable island on the edge of the world .......
I leave Pamplona by bus on the advice of the friendly and helpful Girl `s tourism info that did not open more (patron saint's day is today in Pamplona), and then the N135 will try a pass, hoping to be lucky.
Mal going, the road is the same in the evening will go to `l-bus to the border.
Pamplona is also the companion of the month will be `.
L is unique and that I would want to have around, because silent and discreet, the only, perhaps, able to stand for 4 weeks, minute by minute.
Thus I did a little bit like Tom Hanks in Castaway, Wilson calling the ball, which I `decode to give him a name now, which yields vost now on will be 'with him is going to take me to the` curse.
A name that identifies him for that which is, and that is that on the following days will have to do: to support, encourage, motivate, help me.
Ladies and gentlemen, here you ORSODUNQUE!
hear again - and often - about him, he has quality and character of the unsuspecting boy. L `
be free of the vagina and a fourth that screams, is already in itself a` discriminatory if you decide to hitchhike, something `other` But do not fight for my cause.
is probably what I look like I hardly reassuring: the beard of more than a month, and my immediate internment of tanning: zainone 85 liter, hooded sweatshirt and cap, wool, Bermuda shorts and sandals with bare feet. It is force for this .......
However, after 4 vehicles changed, interspersed with miles of hiking (good omen for the coming days), I arrive in France.
I thank the first, which I kindly reminded every year at this time, 2-3 hikers die in the attempt to do that is waiting for me tomorrow, the second senior pastor who smelled plenty of sheep `` the third, who with his wife makes me come to the Alto de Ibaneta (cold index), and finally the French guy with the TIR which leads me to the destination, SJPP.
Teerribili indelible and forever will be etched the miles I walked from above, with a strong wind, sharp and penetrating as many small but deep razor.
The entrance to the medieval part of the country moves me, but even more I am struck by the `welcome to the shelter, where it's almost like waiting for only me, fill me with attention and care.
One room, many bunk beds, the actual impression that this is the moment where my journey begins.
101, the number of my bed.
support backpack, may be enough for today.
Ceno in the company `s very nice elderly and Giannina (like my mother! Hello nina !!!!!), with whatever I bought just before a village shop.
fruit, an unspecified mixture of microwaves (which are lasagna? boh ......), some rice cakes.
But now is time to rest, maybe writing a bit.
Romantic, relaxing and surprisingly, do it with the background of the manager of the refuge that sings to me - with his trombone (!!!!!!) - classical music of great Italian composers, Verdi above all.
collect his thoughts, from now on they will have to distribute my long silence the next, very long days.
The first is for you B. as well as the `last.
Hello.
For Beppe, because his book, his dedication, and above all his soul, gave me that little bit more:
One arm is extended ....
a hand opens ....
a smile spreads ....
and my heart fills up.
Thus I began my journey,
with the desire to give, receive, live it.
Because, right from the start, I realized that `ll find on the street, as here in
SJPP, people ........ into a simple almost lost ....... .
stretch my arm ....
open hand ....
me smile.
Thanks
