When Suzanne suggested to do the Chemin de St Jacques de Compostelle, a 1700 kilometres walk i said no problem, knowing very well I wouldn’t go but I was leaving my options open, never say no, you never know… When it was time to go I was not feeling very well, how sad she had to go by herself, I took her by car to Le Puy en Velay, celebrated for a couple of days… but “don’t worry,” I say, “I will catch up with you as soon I’m better”…. Sure enough, 3 weeks later, (very hard to get rid of a sore back…)I was feeling much better, I hopped on the motorbike and I arrived in the afternoon at Manciet a little village between Toulouse and Bordeaux. As I arrived at the hotel….(not really a hotel sort of hotel) Suzanne was just finishing her 30 kilometres walk for the day… more celebrating for a couple of days and then I was on my way to do the walk, but of course, i had to go back to the start to pick up my bike, but it was all fun, I walked 5 k with Suzanne, went back to pick my bike up, meet her for lunch, go for a little ride and meet her for dinner. That was a very good experience, something I have never done before but I’m sure I will do again. You enjoy the ride much better looking at all these poor people with their back packs, big shoes, batons, a painful look in their faces and a scallop shell hanging on their neck (Scallop shell is the logo of the walk) don’t ask me why, you hear all sorts of stories about the shells. The ocean is full of them when you arrive…. or the pellerins use to put them on their knees when they walk on their knees….That’s smart…that would ease the pain….Anyway this Frenchman will never be a pèlerin……..