On the Road to Somewhere...

Woke up at 07 :00. Had some breakfast , said our goodbyes and hit the road, by 08 :00 we were out of Barcelona. Just Anna ,me and some groovy Spanish Music. I twas a grey day but this did not damage the sense of exploration that was kind of bubbling in my blood. I still had no idea where i was going, i either had to find accomodation in Marseille, Stay with Kellog’s( Cyril Pimont ) in Leucate, or go to Manu Taub’s Place.. somewhere close to Biarittz. 
I loaded some SFR Airtime onto my phone and sent out some sms’s hoping that someone would respons in time. Anna was off to Toulon to meet up with her boyfriend Leo, They hadn’t seen eachother in a couple of days and i didn’t want to get in the way.Just before we reached Narbonne, Manu called me and gave me ***, because he had clearly stated on a previous occasion that i was welocme ANYTIMe, problem was i dont like to intrude and i still had no idea exactly where he stayed. I twas just in time, because i could catch a train to Toulouse at 12 :30 and i twas now 12 :00. 
Perfect, Anna and i split, saying goodbye was not hard, we have only known each other a couple of weeks but im sure we wil see eachother again soon, if not many more times. There was already talk of meeting up in Fuerteventura..haha ! 
I stuffed all my odds and ends into my bag, and boarded the train. Here i was on my own again, a solitary explorer.One person is so inferior. The earth consists of a total of 510.072 million sq km , 148.94 million sq km of this is land and 361.132 million sq km of it is water. The total world poulation is estimated to be 6,602,224,175 by July 2007. Who am i ? One speck on the earth. Invisible on the scale of the universe. The Only reason i exist is because other people are aware of my existence. Not even a lot. If i had to cease contact with those who know me right now, i technically dont exist…. So every person is like almost nothing in the universe, yet every single person has a story and a purpose and a destiny, and every one of us is unique… but stil the same. I dont understand this its too much, just when u think you are starting to understand something about the world it completely throws you off course and you are back to knowing absolutely less than nothing. 

Age, Rank, Class, Style, Education, Body Sahpe, Skin colour… Does it all doesnt matter ? Nope, dont think so…. Judgement is impossible. And stupid. Everything that is important is only important because of how you interpret it through your eyes. We could all actually be dreaming all of this…... Relationships, responsibilities, Materialistic obsessions……Does it matter ? Once again.. i call bullshit on that. I think the only thing that really matters is …… Actually im not gonna say, …….. who am i to state my opinion on what really matters ?…… Let every man and woman find the answer for themselves. Ok enough brain boggling stuff…. 

I arrived in Toulouse with a 1 hour wait ahead of me, i picked a spot and sat on my kitebag reading the latest in my literature collection, William Goldings Lord of the flies. It took me a while to get into it but it gets pretty captivating. 

The time came for the train to arrive, but no train…. Turns out there was a 40min delay. Right ! Once finally in the train and moving i enjoy watching the landscape changing… its really a hypnotic blur of green, blue and brown…. I’m pretty comfy with a 6 seater area all to myself and my kitebag. Was really enjoying it until we suddenly stopped. Like in really suddenly…. We were close to a place called Agen, and a long way of from our destination, Bordeaux… so what was the problem ? After a while one of the train guys informed everyone in French that someone had committed suicide on the railway and there was going to be a 2hour delay. Obviously i couldnt understand, he asked me where i was going by pointing at me and saying ‘ destinacion ?’ i showed him my ticket and he paired me up with a Young dude also going to Dax, he could speak english and translated everything for me pronto. It was decided that i would stick with him. 

I spent the next few hours getting my first proper french lessons from the Dax guy. Turned out his name is Romain, he is 18 and wants to be a pilot ! I cant share most of what i learnt, because A : I cant remeber how to spell it and B : Its not proper to share online since it mainly consists out of curses and toilet humour. Haha. 

Hours dragged by and before i knew it i twas 22 :00 and we arrived in Dax. Manu was already ther waiting for me. I said goodbye to Romain and jumped in the car, we then proceeded on a 30min drive into the dead of the night, on the most confusing curvy road ever, surrounded by tall pinetrees etc…. if i didnt know Manu very well i would have gotten worried. There is just something spooky about the area, imaybe its the lack of seeing anything for miles. Well i arrived safe and sound, met Manu’s very beautiful French speaking Ducth girlfriend Edith. We had some yummy dinner and i slept like the dead,this time not from partying.I was stoked but i still had no idea where we were, somewhere between Bordeaux and Biarittz….. but that could wait til morning…..