Our modern version of the Camino has taken us by car from St Jean Port de Pied to the sea, at Finisterre where the leyline goes into the sea. While our modern version is certainly less arduous than walking, there were still trials and tribulations.
We were too old to walk the Camino, I had a pacemaker and diabetes and Marion is 10 year older than I, so really we had no choice but to drive. We hired a car in France and drove from Velines in Aquitane, to Spain.
This journey will form the basis of my next book: Camino by Car which will be available as an ebook. I am just home from France and have a 1st draft written, so it will take some time. but if you are interested in reading it here are the links
We have been on the high peaks at the beginning of the French Camino and drove there from St Jean Port du Pied. Marian overcame her fear of heights which was quite a challenge as the road is little more than a one lane track. We came back to St Jean Port du Pied through forest. It was an amazing day. On the way we could hear bells and found the source was horses which stopped us and wouldn’t let us through. Marian turned on the windscreen wipers and that moved them along.
We did a toning at the St Mary statue right on the top and linked to Australia via the leyline. Yesterday we crossed the pilgrim bridge at Puenta La Reina built in the 1100’s
Arrived in Paris stayed atHotel du Pont Neuf near Ile de la Cite in centre of Paris. Its a very interesting area of restaurants, shops and a Bureau de Change opposite. I walked around the block to find a Creperie for dinner and got lost,but found my way back using my French. I got scammed by a girl who was holding a petition for deaf and dumb people. It was hot but not as hot as a few days before when it was 44 degrees.
Left Paris next morning from Montparnasse the main station where I caught the train to Velines changing at Laborne.The countryside was full of sunflowers their heads pointed to the sun. Church bells rang out across the fields and villages dotted the landscape.
When I got to Velines a tiny station in the middle of nowhere Marion was’nt there. A nice black man was communicated with me in French and came back with his son who spoke some English and they offered me a lift. We had to go to the Mairie to find the address as the address isn’t on Google Earth Gps