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.
This morming I am sad, because I feel this was another journey that was overshadowed hapless by the spiteful Marxist midget. The burden is there but no longer has a hold upon my soul, its as if I have been spiritually liberated from extremity of loss.
I am returning to the UK for two reasons, the 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 then A25 past Comines. First and second lifts came from woman and took me to Comines and Armentires.
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. Next lift came an hour later from a work van, they dropped me 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. Hitchiking onto the ferry was useless here, I walked over to the ticket office, 45 euros they wanted.
Hungry, with my six Euros I decided to walk into Calais town centre to find something to eat.
This place had some wonderful buildings, very pretty..
I was also followed by the dePorress cult. I surmise the white males active in this miscegenation cult act as mimic mentors for the black interlopers. They always keep silent, whatever the provocation, to make me feel unreal, as if I am going insane.
Disturbed and now triggered 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...
Assessimg my situation I asked people online for help, all refused, one ignored 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...
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 center.
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..
As I returned tonthe shore many cult members walked past me, a female photographer, and an evil quadroon who I recognised a few years ago from the UK. Triggered I 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.