Sleeping in the ton is tough. I sleep restlessly and feel like I wake up every fifteen minutes. I don’t worry about it; sleep will come another time. I just expected that, in the dark and with all the fatigue, I would sleep for ten hours straight. Unfortunately.<\/p>\n\n
At ten o’clock, I head to the supermarket. Today, vegetables and fruits are back on the menu. I’ve managed fine on peanuts, wraps, and cans of tuna, but the way to this man’s heart is through his stomach.<\/p>\n\n
The weather is miserable. Although it doesn’t rain all day anymore, there are short, heavy showers now and then. Most of the time, I’m lucky enough to find shelter, including under a beautiful, full tree that serves as the best umbrella. And that’s a good thing, because in no time, the street is flooded.<\/p>\n\n
The route is not very spectacular. Straight paths with views of grasslands and fields where everything has just been sown. Here and there, small leaves are starting to appear. The little plants are drinking up the rain greedily, just like a small girl on the way. She stands there with her tongue out, catching the raindrops. Her mother wants to give her a glass, but she thinks that’s silly.<\/p>\n\n
I don’t encounter anyone all day, except for a lonely cyclist grumpily pedaling against the rain. I still feel tired, but I also notice that I’m gradually beginning to integrate into my new life.<\/p>\n\n
Just after six, I arrive at the place where I want to spend the night. Suddenly, the sun breaks through. What a gift. I can cook at the picnic table and enjoy my meal at my leisure. At least… that’s what I thought. My meal is just ready when I feel a bit of drizzle. The weather app has once again made an error. The drops quickly grow larger and more numerous. In a frantic pace, I gather my things and run back and forth to the shelter, which is still quite a distance away. Just as I have everything inside, it starts pouring. What a relief. I’ve made it, and I think I’ve thoroughly beaten the world record for clearing a table.<\/p>\n\n
I don’t set up my tent. The grass is now soaking wet and it keeps drizzling. By half past nine, I fall warmly asleep in the shelter.<\/p>\n\n
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