And from Montpellier to Porto

January 14, 2015

After trying another spot and watching hundreds of French cars and drivers drive by determinedly ignoring us, we went for plan be. Stopped in a Quick restaurant, something like the French version of Mc Donalds with Obelix as their mascot, we used their free wi-fi to try to get a ride with Bla bla cars. We did find a ride to Beziers. The guy showed up and picked us up.. then dropped us off in the middle of nowhere on the freeway… after a toll both, there was an area for cars to pull out and he dropped us off there. At that point we had 20 minutes to make it to the train station for my show in Carcassonne, yeah I was supposed to play that night… we got out of the car, I felt the cold wind, looked around, nothing but fields and city lights in the far distance… There was a man there loading luggage in his car, I asked him:
“how can we get to the train station from here?”

He looked at me and my friend and said: “I’ll take you.” the stress evaporated… an angel… I told him so… After lavishly thanking him we ran for tickets, then the train, 5 minutes to departure. We rode the TGV… I wasn’t going to because it’s too expensive… but I had to make it to Carcassonne, didn’t want to let my friend down there…

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we made it, Serge picked us up. It was amazing to meet him, something that was 12 years or so in the making… at the venue we had a great steak dinner and crème brulee, and wine… a warm house and shower, a bed after 40 some hours on the roads… all is well.

Carcassone is amazing. The Cite, the oldest complete medieval fort in the world was magical. We walked and walked, had croissants, I played an open mic at “The Celt” then when we got home, Serge offered to record some songs on the guitar. In the end we had 3 songs. It was a great experience.

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After 4 days we hit the road again. Bla bla cars ride to Toulouse, we walked around for a couple hours, were harrassed by street bums but made it to the bus station…

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…We gave up on hitchhiking in France in the winter, I couldn’t see one more stressed out French driver staring at us with either fear or annoyance while clutching their steering wheel and driving too fast. …the bus ride to Barcelona was overnight this way we could save ourselves one night of accommodations or trying to find a roof for that night.

Barcelona, so much walking again, first day I forgot to put the memory card in the camera so no photos. We went up to the Cathedral by way of trails and woods, it was great. On the second day we went to the Mediterranean sea. Walked some more. Thanks to friends we had a bed and a place to cook. Barcelona is mind exploding. So much art, so beautiful, not an inch of the environment is neglected. It was so inspiring, too much to see, I wonder how I can ever remember and use these sights in my art.

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Early morning Friday, we have to get to the airport and head to Porto Portugal. We make it. We only slept a few hours so we take a nap when we arrive at our host’s home then go out and walk around. Porto’s high points: easy going, great food and pastries, 60cents espresso, but mostly: Albertina our host and the Atlantic ocean.

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Now I sit at the Porto airport. My flight is at 6:30 AM tomorrow and the first metro is at 6:00 AM. I have 8 hours until the 5:30 to check in to think of all the amazing stuff that took place since December 22nd. Strange to be sitting still with time to waste after 3 weeks of non-stop going. Istanbul awaits me and the journey goes on.

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