35~Victory is in The Heart, not the stomach
I try not to buy anything in general that I don’t absolutely Need.
Money is for travel paywalls, not luxuries, and all extra money one has should go to remediating the unequal distribution of resources in the world i.e. move food to where people are starving. That food should be moved there without bums like me having to pay for it, but Earth is controlled by oligarchical greed-mongers that care more about inane forbes rankings than human suffering. So I detest these villains and their corrupted system they’ve established, which they call “capitalism” and have convinced most people that it’s better than Butter on Toast (I prefer Olive Oil).
I’m also trying to not buy anything now, because this is a Pilgrimage, and not utilizing money is the difference to me between a Pilgrimage and just another long-distance hike. The official Pilgrimage doesn’t begin ’til Saint-Jean-Pied-de-Port, though, and I thought they’d interrupt my charging if I wasn’t a “customer,” and I saw my favorite, natural Peanut Butter, which I’d yet to have in Europe, so I caved and made a big 3€ purchase (pulling a receipt out of the trash usually works, though). As I had lunch outside, a guy walked up to me and handed me a bag of Peanuts, then walked away.
It felt Divine
but y’know, Peanut Butter just hits different…
We continued onward and just after sunset, found a perfect spot, inbetween someone’s privacy wall and a business with thick pine trees along their fenced edge. It was like a green alleyway. There was even a flower bush. Well away from the road, we didn’t need to worry about being discovered one bit, so we slept in again ’til 11.
The downside of this spot, however,
there was some sort of dried wilted plant there, which I moved for the space to lay down.
I think I must have been allergic to its dust/pollen, as I woke with a runny nose that did not stop all day. A day of all walking, watching the local bus that we can’t ride for no reason pass us again and again.
I stopped in a restaurant called “Mont Fuji” and tried speaking Japanese.
‘こんばんわ！私と私の犬はスパンにあるきます！’
The lady at the counter looked at me in shock, and said something in French, gesturing me to leave.
There was a guy sitting there who spoke English.
‘I was speaking Japanese.’
“I think she’s Chinese.”
‘Mount Fuji is in Japan, so…’
With his help, I asked for some water. I gave her a yen for it. I hope she thought that was neat.
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Continuing on, now at night, the road became awful to walk along. There was a guard rail and literally no shoulder. A ditch on the other side. It felt terribly dangerous with traffic zooming by close enough to extend my arm and get clipped by.
So we ducked off at the first little spot we could and slept there.
I was nearly out of food, so I thought of a good experiment. I had found some hard as a rock Bread I’d found on the ground. I thought to place it in the BlueBerry Juice overnight.
Sure enough, when we got up at 5am, the Bread was mushy-soft! I ate it with the Peanut Butter, and it was kind of like a PB+J.
Kind of…
The experiment was a success, though. Preserve Bread by letting it go stale (knew that) rehydrate in liquid to soften and eat. Probably just dipping it though would be better.
There wasn’t any traffic anymore at that time, so pressed onward quickly before morning commuters made the road DANgerous again.
We made it to the town of Fonsorbes; named after The Fons, and his beloved Orbes.
Dawn had yet to begin when we arrived, so when we passed by a nice bakery, I figured it couldn’t hurt to check behind it…
It sure did not! I found several pastries; pie shaped croissants with custard in the middle. The perfect thing to have with Peanut Butter! And here I was preparing to fast when the PB ran out.
A few more buildings later, a Poke Bowl restaurant. Salmon is one of the healthiest things you can feed a dog, especially raw. Within the garbage there, I found about a days worth of raw Salmon, along with lots of Rice and Cream Cheese.
So basically Ryger’s meal this day was Philadelphia Roll.
I stopped to watch the Sunrise atop a hill with a nice view, and wrote this:
Too many People
think this is the way
it has to Be.
But isn’t it easy
to imagine a happy farm
lots of them
Interconnected.
We built up a World
based on greed
instead of Need.
Of course we have to
to bomb children.
That’s the quickest way to
…
We have to defeat the
others
and take their resources
before they take ours
and bomb our children with them.
You don’t want your children
to suddenly explode,
Right?
This is the way it’s always been.
Through all human history,
whether sword, arrow, bullet, missile,
violence to put down the others,
so your team, your tribe,
is dominant, wealthy, privileged,
“Victorious.”
This is the way it is
because so many people
Believe it has to be so.
Jesus taught otherwise.
World Peace
Is The Revolution that HE started.
