TRACKING THE WENDIGO

Hence any typos. So I have made it as far as Paris at least! Spent one night in London with Jo at her immaculate house which was awesome. All that day I had such red-blooded, huge hearted advice from Jo about Morocco, will serve me well, what a star. London sleepeth not. I eyed a copy of The Golden Age of Soviet Theatre as I fell asleep...

Then a short cramped train ride and one loooong, lazy bus ride from London Victoria direct to Paris and here I am! I spent a whole hour or so being homeless, how daring of me, before I knew whether or not Noora had managed to hitch from Barcelona to Paris in 2 days - which she had, of course. I met her wandering frantically around the underground coach metropolis in Bagnolet, where my coach from London came into.

The ferry crossing was good fun, convoy of stern seagulls, moody like assassins, guided a few hundred of us across The Sleeve. Kerouac and coffee by the portholes while they sold massages in the Main Lounge... Superb recommendation by the way Ross, Lonesome Traveller is first class!

We are staying with four Parisian guys, real party lovers! Great hosts. I am the only person here speaking my first language!

Today.... Explore Paris! The apartment we are in is practically at the foot of the rear wall to the Pere Lachaise Cemetary out on the east side of the city, perhaps that will be our first exploration...