Said goodbye to Vince this morning as he went out the door to work; he said see you in Scotland but I doubt if he will connect with me there. I thanked him for his hospitality, he laughed which made me a wee bit paranoid.
I am returning to the UK for two reasons, first: my french family never engaged with me, and second: problematic health is requiring medical treatment. I don’t want to go back but see no other option. I walk out of Wervik, over the bridge into Wervik-sud. Instead of going to Lille, I took the A25 past Comines. The first and second lifts came from a woman and took me to Comines and Armentires
The second lift came from a man who claimed to work for the music industry, he dropped me off outside Dunkerque on a motorway slip road. The next lift came an hour later from a work van, they dropped me a few junctions south.
A Romanian lorry driver stopped, he took me to the port of Calais but would not take me over the channel, citing ferry fare. Hitchhiking onto the ferry was useless here, I walked over to the ticket office, 45 euros they wanted.
Hungry, with only my six Euros in my purse I decided to walk into Calais town centre to find something to eat.
This place had some wonderful buildings, very pretty
Disturbed and now triggered and anxious I picked up my walking pace, but managed to stop at a grocery and a supermarket; purchased an avocado and a tasteless shredded salmon sandwich. At the southern edge of Calais, I found a fort.
Here I tried to rest and unscramble my wound up mind.
Assessing my situation I asked people online for help, and all refused, and one ignored me and did not reply to me. I then decided to leave Calais out of safety concerns.
Continuing to walk south along a footpath, through a retail park, then a village until I came to a roundabout, not just any roundabout, this roundabout had a channel tunnel drill.
The first lift came from a man who could not understand a word I was trying to say to him, he dropped me off in a car park outside Marquise. With the remaining money, about 2 Euro I purchased some much-needed fruit juice from Lidls.
The last and final lift of the day came from a man playing dance music in his car, give me a mini tour of Bologne before dropping me off in the town centre.
From here, at sunset I found myself walking through the port.
Towards a pier.
Past a port building / lookout tower.
To take a sunset picture at the end of the pier.
walked along the river leaving Boulogne. Took much time walking a long road through an industrial estate in a place named Saint Leonard’s before arriving in Saint Etienne au Mont.
I am returning to the UK for two reasons, first: my french family never engaged with me, and second: problematic health is requiring medical treatment. I don’t want to go back but see no other option. I walk out of Wervik, over the bridge into Wervik-sud. Instead of going to Lille, I took the A25 past Comines. The first and second lifts came from a woman and took me to Comines and Armentires
The second lift came from a man who claimed to work for the music industry, he dropped me off outside Dunkerque on a motorway slip road. The next lift came an hour later from a work van, they dropped me a few junctions south.
A Romanian lorry driver stopped, he took me to the port of Calais but would not take me over the channel, citing ferry fare. Hitchhiking onto the ferry was useless here, I walked over to the ticket office, 45 euros they wanted.
Hungry, with only my six Euros in my purse I decided to walk into Calais town centre to find something to eat.
This place had some wonderful buildings, very pretty
Disturbed and now triggered and anxious I picked up my walking pace, but managed to stop at a grocery and a supermarket; purchased an avocado and a tasteless shredded salmon sandwich. At the southern edge of Calais, I found a fort.
Here I tried to rest and unscramble my wound up mind.
Assessing my situation I asked people online for help, and all refused, and one ignored me and did not reply to me. I then decided to leave Calais out of safety concerns.
Continuing to walk south along a footpath, through a retail park, then a village until I came to a roundabout, not just any roundabout, this roundabout had a channel tunnel drill.
The first lift came from a man who could not understand a word I was trying to say to him, he dropped me off in a car park outside Marquise. With the remaining money, about 2 Euro I purchased some much-needed fruit juice from Lidls.
The last and final lift of the day came from a man playing dance music in his car, give me a mini tour of Bologne before dropping me off in the town centre.
From here, at sunset I found myself walking through the port.
Towards a pier.
Past a port building / lookout tower.
To take a sunset picture at the end of the pier.
walked along the river leaving Boulogne. Took much time walking a long road through an industrial estate in a place named Saint Leonard’s before arriving in Saint Etienne au Mont.
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