In Day 1, I stopped at a picnic table to have my first warm meal.

I had tested the stove and the cannister the previous night – better late than never -, so I already knew how to get that working.

I made something that started out as a soup: I chopped off onions, garlic, potatoes and carrots in small pieces. I put them all in the pot, added some water, and lit up the stove with a lighter. It sounds like a jet engine burning.

When the water started boiling, I added some pasta. A few minutes later, the pasta seemed cooked and had sucked all the water, so it didn’t look like a soup anymore.

I turned off the stove, and added the most important ingredient of all: HUNGER

Even though there was no salt, nor any other spice, the meal tasted awesome. After eating, I was full of energy and ready to keep on walking…

When I got to Pont-Croix, it was a happy and sunny day. It was a good opportunity to celebrate, after 1700 km hitch-hiking. I was hungry and wanted something local, so “moule à la bretonne” seemed like a good choice.

My stomach was behaving well and it would be many hours until I had to take my medications, so I decided it would be ok to try a local beer. One bottle of Tri Martolod wouldn’t hurt.

Indeed, the food was great and the beer was awesome: the first in many months.