Tour

Shortly thereafter a friend and I went for a ride on my scooter. I was stopped by the Bobbies and was asked to produce evidence of insurance which I could not. They told me I could not ride the scooter any longer until I got insurance. We had a cup of coffee and rode it (the scooter) back to my bed and breakfast via back alley and streets. I purchased insurance the next day at a cost of $115.00. I had my share of difficulties since I had arrived. At present it looks as if I will be leaving for Spain on Sunday. Only a miracle will detain me longer than that.

The night before I left I met a Finnish girl and so I left Sunday night around midnight. I made about 30 kilometres and had to pull off the road to sleep. My feet were very cold. I picked up a hitch-hiker somewhere out of Dover on Monday afternoon. He was a young English guy heading for Paris, with a small off color red backpack, blonde, broad-face, stocky. We camped that evening probably somewhere near Abbeville, France in some vacant little wooded place. The great thing about Europe was that you could camp anywhere and nobody minded. Tourists were everywhere and it was tradition and accepted, that they might camp wherever. I think he had a simple no-floor tent, with pegs to pound in the ground. It rained that night, and was cold in the morning, but we made out. I think I was dryer in my plastic sheet than he in his tent. We headed to Rouen with intermittent rain all morning.

We stopped at a restaurant for coffee and sat with our backs to a wall in a medium size empty dining room. I had not gotten wet at all.

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