Nogaro

Woke up to an alarm clock ringing. Got up, ate a pain au chocolat, drank a coffee and went to bed for a while again.

Started walking a quarter past 8. It rained a little. A little muddy. Catched up with Marie-Paule. She had started at 6 from La casa d’Elena. I came to a little chapel where I hung my laundry. Bertrand was there. Julien and Gaël also came. They usually show up at the same time every day.

I took a long break and then I went slowly to Nogaro. I first ate a sandwich and then I went to the hostel. I wasn’t tired. The hostel is an octagonal dormitory, with 14 beds. OK. Went down to the village which is not exactly the nicest place you can think about. Took a beer.

Now I’m waiting for the pizzeria to open and hope to eat a lasagna.