Bowles

They are coming from an open-top rainwater collection drum that Vince uses to flush the toilet because he desires to conserve tap water.

tried to tell him that mosquito’s were breeding in the drum but whatever I said went right over his head. He is intelligent but has a quiet demeanour that on first glance appears aloof. Today I have run out of data allowance so blog updates may not be posted for a while, unless I can raise credit or find Wi-Fi access. I did have 20 pounds credit but data roaming charges erased this in just under one day!

This morning I left the house and went to cafe and was invited by a Belgium woman to sit with her. We drank coffee and talked about life, about problems we have both endured with systematic, defacing alienation.

An hour later I took a walk by the riverside and found a park where people played bowls. Here I enjoyed a Fromage baguette whilst learning the rules of this game they were playing. I returned to the house and enjoyed a late breakfast, in half an hour I will be in a car heading for Calais, purchasing a ticket and float over to Dover. I intend to hitch-hike directly to Scotland, stopping only to pick up medicine. We left at 3 pm and arrived at the ferry ticket office where I and Vince parted company. Vince parted, I purchased a ticket for 48 Euros and seated myself on a bench outside.

I re-entered the ticket office to view a historic channel crossing flight exhibition.

There was another exhibition about the construction of the Calais port, above that, on the third floor was a viewing platform.

I looked back at France and wept from my soul, my family had so much history there, estranged by my g-grandmother Leonie Blaire. A shuttle bus took me and other passengers to passport control. I was reminded by British customs to sign my passport, going through for me was easy but I overheard other passengers being questioned about their visit to the UK.

I walked around an empty ferry as the first to board were foot passengers; the exchange machine swapped £1 for a mere 52p in Euros; think I will keep hold of them for now.

And about to exit the ferry at a Dover.

Walked out of Dover and onto the A2 roundabout and have now thumbed a lift from a white van with a Muslim family. My Scots friend thinks I am crazy getting into the back of a van and suggested they could be cannibals, but I know I’m safe. They dropped me at Medway services. Hitch-hiking ended at Hemel Hempstead with a lift from a Romanian couple who had just gotten married. They dropped me off at a service station at 1:30 am, the area was unnerving so I walked a mile or so and lay my head on a quiet patch of grass beside some garages.