but as soon as she had heard about it,
she'd talked Jules into it and gave me
the deeply sad eyes look, so that I caved.
Laurent and Jean weren't that keen on
travelling. Especially not in the winter ...
that is ... Laurent said. So the three of
us went. Hitchhiking course. It wasn't too
cold. But that devilish Jules on the last
moment decided to take the train. I stood
somewhere near the Porte d'Orleans, with a
backpack, sax case in one hand, Agnès in the
other. Left way too late and didn't even make
it to Poitiers. In Bordeaux we spent three days
in a hotel. We hadn't taken the end-of-year
holiday into account. Christmas time ...
travelling could get problematic. Jules
experienced that as well. The first day he
got to Bordeaux and stayed overnight in the
waiting room. Got stuck in Morcenx the next
day. From there he had to take the bus, but
there was a strike. Out of solidarity even
the taxi drivers were on strike. So he had
to walk. A short distance he got a ride from a
lumberjack. Then walk again ... very long walk.
