TRACKING THE WENDIGO

Slept in too long again. Hungover when I woke up - no - still drunk. Hangover growing like some righteous succulent in my spine-brain-gut... We leap two trains out of Paris to Massy, walk 10 minutes out of town to this good hitching spot leading onto the A10 under a freeway complex. Great weather! And strange little black and orange bugs in the sandy dirt beside the road...

The Hallucination Race is being won by Maria at the moment, who I have seen 3 times now, Flick and Sam are joint 2nd with one sighting each.

This guy Erwan stopped for us and told us he would help us once he dropped his car-load of furniture. We did as he instruced and hopped another train south to St Remy where two friends of Erwan's picked us up and drove us out to Dampierre, a picturesque village-town somewhere south of Paris, where I sat full of sunshine and rustic garden, hungover as all hell, huge tress, big old house and a little apartment in the garden which Erwan is refurbishing. I'm beginning to realise how infuriating language barriers are...

Erwan is driving down to the Ile D'Oleron down by La Rochelle tonight to meet family there, and he's taking us with him! Tonight! Arriving at 2am means he is letting us crash at his family's place there, then we will be about an hour's drive from Bordeaux.