Hotel Du Golf
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... pace. They assured me that we could stop for
breaks whenever needed, but I didn’t want to hold them back after imposing
myself upon them. They also have a very different mentality than the French
people I have been walking with. They take breaks of five or ten minutes at a
time, eating a bit of something each time, but they don’t stop for a real
lunch! They also eat a lot of sugar during the day, claiming that it is good
... room hot and full of mosquitos, but the two other women in the room snored very loudly. I never realized how many people snore until I started this trip. The bed was also quite ancient, and every time I moved a centimeter is creaked and squeaked as if I were jumping up and down. Oof. I had intended on leaving at 6am, but when my alarm rang at 5:30, I stopped it in hope of a chance of sleep. By 6:45am, I gave up, and met my companions for breakfast. I was ...
Day 30 –
Today, we planned or a very short day of walking due to the unpleasant nature of the walk which was supposed to take us through suburbs and factories. I suggested that instead of taking three busses that we take the train from Saint Leonard de Noblat, and all my companions were on board with this idea. So I walked alone through 14km of rolling farm country on a cloudy day,with plans to meet my companions in Limoges. I passed an interesting little spot in ...
... starving, and I hoped it would be good. Of course, this is France, so the dinner was delicious. We were served first a soup made of that prickly weed, which was tasty. Then, she brought an enormous salad of pasta, lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, peas, carrots, potatoes, and chicken. She informed us that the lettuce, tomatoes, eggs, peas, potatoes, and chicken all came from the farm. In fact, one of the adorable little chickens I had been petting earlier was on my plate. I guess this is why ...
... flimsy that I didn’t think it could possibly be what had been causing the problem. Well, as soon as I started walking, I felt so much better. By the end of the trail, the pain that I had for days was nearly gone. My right shoe still has its insole and it feels perfect, but for some reason that arch just hit me on the wrong spot on my left foot. I wish that I had ripped that thing out weeks ago. Next time I’m in a big town, I’ll see if I can buy ...