On Leaving FranceMy exit from France last Wednesday began with a big rush to the train station in Ales. I thought I forgot my camera at my friend’s home when we were half way there. I did the math and determined that it would be cheaper and less of a hassle to ditch the flight [...]
My exit from France last Wednesday began with a big rush to the train station in Ales. I thought I forgot my camera at my friend’s home when we were half way there. I did the math and determined that it would be cheaper and less of a hassle to ditch the flight to Morocco and return to pick up my camera- a one of a kind Sanyo that I scooped up in Shanghai a year ago. But luckily, my travel instincts kicked in, and, unbeknown to me, I packed my camera in my bag. Good, Mira would have been pissed if I made her stay in France for the sake of a silly camera.
I usually keep all of my traveling gear in its proper place. If something is not where I keep it, I give it up for lost. I do not lose many things. If fact, the last thing that I lost was a red plaid shirt in the Hong Kong airport as I was being frisked by the police for carrying a big machete through their realm of control. They told me that big knifes are forbidden in Hong Kong. I told them that I was an archaeologist and needed big knifes. They let me keep it, but shot me through the spin of “due process” none the less. I lost my shirt somewhere in the shuffle. I am still upset about this haha.
So Mira and I said farewell to our dear Chilean friends in France on Wednesday morning and boarded the train to Marseille. It was a good stay with really good people. I hope they found the gift that we left for them inside of their scanner (hint, hint ). Seldom does a traveler find such genuine people on the Open Road. We will miss them.
Without hassle we traveled on to Marrakech, Morocco.
Wade from Vagabond Journey.com
January 5, 2008