To those who are interested,
Made it to Gallargues safe. The trail once again started on the highway, and once again I thanked Apple inc. for providing me with the gadgets necessary to stay sane! I walked on the pavement for about 3-4 kilometers after which I took a right to lounge the Canal Phlipe Lamour, which was very pleasant. A dirt road with on my left long aisles of gape vines, cherry trees, apple orchards, ETC. (I finished Breakfast of Champions as well.) I was so enchanted by the cherries I was eating that I decided to deviate from GR 653 to follow the trail that lined the delicious fruit. Bad idea. I sort of lost my way... and found myself on the pavement ounce again. There was minimal space for me to walk without being smashed by a car like a Rudolf, so I decided to try to hitch a ride to Vauvert where I could retrieve my way on the GR653. Thumbs up! Ten minutes later I was riding in the back seat of Jacque Clostermann's car. He explained to me that he was an Air France Commendent de Bord (Captain) who was on a short leave. We talked for a few minutes (because the ride was quite short) about how America was truly the land of the most free. I think he was the nicest man I have ever met. I kept his card, and promised that I would send him my flight information to see that I was taken care of. Score. He dropped me off in Vauvert, and I found my way. The walk to Gallargues from Vauvert was uninteresting but pretty. Once in Gallargues I sat at the only cafe in the town, and had a refreshing coke. I tried to explain to my father what Gallargues was like, I described it as a cute shit-hole. It was pretty, but in the middle of nowhere. It would be like rural countryside Ohio.
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By the way, we have a new president...
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