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Saturday Eubelie accompanies me on the highway.
We salute you with a goodbye. Perhaps Tolouse.
And a long time thanks for taking care of me.

I walk a few feet and do not time to raise the thumb that I find myself in the van of Jean, a young man in his forties who is going towards Privas.
Li knows a little close forest where there are lots of blocks to climb. "Have you ever climbed?" he asks. "No".
"Then you must try it, you have to be trained for nature."

The wood is really nice. There is a silence that I was missing. And then there are these blocks of natural stone is just waiting to be climbed with respect.
Jean is a semi professional and fast climb high blocks.
I feel for a good half hour, until the lactic acid comes disruptive and makes a gesture so exhausting day as tie his shoes! (Here, the usual softened ...).

I take this opportunity to shoot a little video camera with Jean, it's nice to see the man dominate those boulders.
been two Oretta. Back on the road that goes to Aubenas.
Jean offers me a beer in a cafe in the village and from there continue to be alone with my Thumb.

He stops just a nice-looking guy with a flashy car to say the least, and offers me a ride to Aubenas. A piece of luck, it starts to get late and I do not know yet where to sleep.
Once in the city told me: "I make this committee and then, if you have not found Steps to a forest nearby, I'll try and put together a for you. "
said than done.
After his commission back, and brings me up to Vogue, where there is a beautiful river.
Hello. And thank you.

I enter . But now I have a negative feeling.
I do not see, but hidden behind a bush I see a man.
seems intent to pray, but from here I do not understand and I do not want to get closer.
I move a little further on, but that feeling bad does not go away.
It 's late, I'm tired ... but remit the backpack on his shoulders and back on the road.
I know not have much hope because at this step is not much, but as I learned Barbara, who does not risk anything you will not get anything.

The first passing car stops.

It 's a couple of young boys. Are from Lyon.
They're going to dinner at a restaurant Balazuc, a medieval village seven miles from there.
leave me with this promise: "If you find a niche for good, if not come to the restaurant later we seek it in the car together. "

soon dropped to Balazuc feel my body calm down. I understand now to be at secure. And in the right place.

's River.

go toward him. I find a corner of the desert.

There's just me, the sky full of stars and the River.

not even open the curtain, I want to stay in contact with the earth.

water rocks me. And I began to sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

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Now.
I really do not know if it happened.
No, no, I'm serious. I really do not know.
That is, of course, ok, I'm sure I lived and everything, but when I look back I think it is really too absurd, and then it can not be true for real.
(What ?!?!?).

So (... finally!) Late Friday afternoon greeting Antoine and Tweety and start looking for a place to open near my tent. Search
you look at the end of the post better than where I started (...), that little corner by the river where I spent the afternoon.
Good. So organization.
First, I need water.
I take my tablets to purify water and head toward the river with a glass bottle that I have left, and Antoine Tweety.
fill you fill in, I turn and I got a girl.
"Salut."
Then he undresses and jumps into the water.

few minutes later comes out.
"Congratulations", I say, "I would be afraid to dive from that height."
begin to talk. How did I get them, 'I just got to swim at this time.
"I must go home 'Cause there's little of my friends with whom I organized a barbecue, but if you want we can continue the conversation from me."

The "house" is actually a huge house, huge, hidden just above the river quell'angolino.
It 's the home of his grandparents, but those days are not there.
Eubelie has a beautiful way to do. He tells me that is made for the campaign, for nature, and every time she goes to town feel in the wrong place. We get a coffee, and while there's also other friends, Maude, Morgane, Benjamen and Ruben.
All have air that I do not know if it does not describe with the word "genuine."
Their good nature is visible in the skin. And I feel immediately at ease. And in the right place.

Benjamen and Ruben go to bathe in the river while I Eubelie, Morgane and Maude go to the forest to collect wood for the barbecue.
I am all smug to have found a super piece of wood, but when the monster to Eubelie tells me that this is pine, and it crackles when it burns because sconsigliatissimo by all parties (here it is usually ignorant). There

sit at the table with a flurry of chops and sausages, bread and wine for special occasions, mustard and ketchup.
Not even a king could hope for a nice dinner more than this'!
Then Maude, which in the meantime, I discovered wonderful, proposes a game of cards, a fun game called Kems.
is played with three couples and I am with Benjamen.
spent two hours so ', playing and laughing like children beautiful, until a Eubelie The idea is not to mind.
"Let's go for a swim in the pool?".

Two minutes later they're all on board, to seek the courage to plunge in that water frost. I take the hand Eubelie. 3, 2, 1. Et c'est parties.

All gelarci inside and laugh as the balls. Beautiful ass.

There is dry, we salute you, and I stay for the night by Eubelie.

To answer Lord Byron. I do not like less of nature. But most humans.

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Friday I left Lyon. It was not easy.
I knew them to have hospitality by dozens of friends, to have my corner on Rue Saint Jean, have Fabienne, Laurent, Alexis always with me on the road.

But I wanted to leave.

And if I did was just to have realized that this experience, this adventure, it only makes sense if it is not sedimentary.
How to repeat all until its last legs, I'm not a street musician. In fact, I'm not even a musician. Or at least I feel that I am not there.
It is not a question of modesty, as someone tells me. It 's just that I know that if you took away the part of the journey from all this, remove the main component.
I am a traveler. In fact, I'm a super traveler. I'm mad Supertramp.
But I'm not a musician.
Give me a guitar in hand and tell me to play a repertoire of tourism, and I will not touch that guitar for the next ten years.
But give me a guitar and tell me to use it as I please, and I will ride in the street to sing what I feel. Unknown pieces, pieces known. In all cases my pieces.
music only as a means to communicate with people who do not yet know. Remembering always that it is "a" form, not the only one. The word to let the musician who knows how to use.

Here because, even though it was not easy, I wanted to leave Lyon.

The goodbye was sweet. Barbara took me to the station, and when you get on the track, I won a small green card, in which he had made a small photo collage of his and mine. Together with a special dedication.
Then the train started, and I immediately started thinking about what I was expecting. And the more I understood that I had no idea what could have happened, I was most pleased. And the more I was happy, the more I felt strong.
And in the right direction.

arrival in Valencia, the last great city \u200b\u200bbefore the nature of Ardèche, and I feel like a star. Not those who are on television because outside of it does not exist, but who shines their own light. It 'was a wonderful feeling.
Well, I'm ready for my first real hitchhiking.
single coordinator: thumbs up and an unknown direction.

Under a scorching sun begins the adventure, and now I get the car of Jean-Philippe, a guy in his forties that even if he can not take me too far, I propose to do a few kilometers along the main road.
I accept without reservation.
leaves me in front of a cafe, so because 'I' can find more steps. "
So I restart.

I do not make time to raise the thumb immediately stops a little white truck.
At the wheel there are two beautiful boys. He has blond hair and soothing air. She is just all all all beautiful.
ask me where I go. "You?".
I go and see that the truck is beautiful. It has colored curtains that protect the privacy of passengers in the back and small dolls here and there.
begin to chat and find out that Antoine is piano tuner, while Tweety is a circus tightrope walker.
The story of my early failure at the piano and my band from Milan, who was called "the great wallendas" just because of my adoration of the tightrope walker Karl Wall, and his philosophy ("be on the wire is live throughout the rest is waiting ").
are a lovely couple, but pretty true, that's nice that would never be able to arouse envy, but rather it is only capable of enriching those around you.
"We're going to the river to get a snack and a bathroom, you come too?".

out a small desert. Put off. And then, completely nude, we dive into the waters of river.
For the first time completely naked in the water (from "adult"), I feel a new sensation, as if that water I was being regenerated, absorbing all the tiredness and really cleaned up.
I see the landscape around me and I remain speechless.
Esco water and bread, tomato, salad, fruit and Tweety offered me that Antoine, taste again. As if you eat them for the first time.

We remain on the stones of the river for good four hours, then begins to arrive on time for me to think about where to sleep that night. So we say goodbye.
E 'was a wonderful afternoon, a magnificent way I start my new journey. Everything was natural, in the sense of genuine.
And the guitar was on the truck. "A" mode. Mica alone.

thinking how proud of me.
And not because I think someone special or something.
But why I said yes without reservation that passage of a few kilometers of Jean -Philippe.
Without that "yes" I could not live all that.