Pictures from Day 19 and 20

So on Day 19 I arrived at the half way point, Bagneres de Luchon, where I was able to buy a new phone, but only after a 2km diversion to an Inter Marche (2k there and 2k back)  I then continued my journey to the small  village of Artigue for my first nights sleep in the Arierge region. All-focus

After I had fully charged my new phone I was able to take my first picture since about day 10. This is the fire place inside the tiny unmanned gite at Artique.

Day 20 was from Artique to Fos.

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The Gite at Artigue

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Much of the route on day 20 followed the border between France and Spain which is marked  by these posts.

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The Gite at Fos run by Marcell and Jean Claude. I think they are father and son.

More pictures from around Fos.

The villages of the Arierge seem older and poorer than those of the first two regions I passed through, but the people offer a warm welcome and genuine delight at you being there. This was demonstrated on the morning of day 21.

The night before i had told Jean Claude I would take breakfast at 7am and leave at 7:30. However also staying at the gite we’re a group from the admin team of Toulouse University which included 5 quite attractive Ladies. I would guess they were all in their late 20′ or early 30’s. As I sat down for breakfast one of the ladies appeared in lycra tights and a tee shirt and explained they were going to do yoga. Where I asked. Here in the kitchen explained the lady.

I thought having 5 young ladies perform Yoga routines around me whilst I tried to eat may make affect my concentration on the most important meal of the day and I really needed the calories  so I made a few jam sandwiches, said a cheery Au Revoir to Marcell and the young lady and set off in the darkness.  About 10 minutes later I heared running foot steps and panting behind me and the figure of Jean Claude appeared from the morning twilight. He ran up to me arms out stretched like a long lost brother. Monsieur I wanted to wish you good luck for your journey. Its funny how something so small can mean so much. I had a lump in my throat. We exchanged hand shakes and beaming smiles and wished each other well on our journey through life. Bon Courage Jean Claude.

 

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