Paris, our final destination. Because there’s no upcoming hitchhiking trip, the tension between PJ and me is all gone. I have a friend here, so the last night we spend in his place, drinking wine and using his computer to look at pictures we’ve taken during our month in Europe.
Today, PJ went to do some shopping and we've promised each other go out have dinner tonight.
France, eventually. For a while, it seemed like we wouldn’t be able to make it. We spent more than three hours waiting for a ride at the Spanish – French border in Pyrenees. The scenery was cool, though. Finally, an old man in the rusty Seat took us on board. As if unaware of his vehicle condition, he drove like nuts so that we sat in silence with terror in our eyes. He couldn’t speak English anyway. However he took us all the way to Montpellier.