they returned in the middle of the night.
A fisherman that was roasting a large
squid, had invited them. Singing, arm
in arm they came in. I was already in my
sleeping bag. But when the fisherman,
his wife and their son, came to visit us,
Jules left on the bike. He was rude ...
had a hangover ... he said. It turned out
that the son had a hotel in Hossegor and
invited us to stay a few days. When we
told Jules, he said that he wasn't coming
along. He had been to Contis-Plage and
had met some of the construction workers
and was going to play cards with them the
day after tomorrow. And then he had to
return the rented bike so we better see
each other again in Bordeaux. He pretty
much had it in that shed and so did we.
