Cumming all over my face, its cumming all over Lucy, all over my tent and all over my backpack. By the time I left Andy the temperature had dropped about 10 degrees and I somewhat underestimated what this meant, especially at night. The condensation is un-fucking-real, condensation happens when something warm or warmth comes in contact with cold air and it creates water particles.. Something I knew about but never really felt directly or was bothered by.

Leaving Andy’s place was alright and I could find the road pretty easily. On the way I took a little break at a nice house and I ate some traditional Champagne region cookies that you usually eat with champagne called Croquinolles, a little sweet cracker thing that you dip into the beverage. As I was plowing through the little bag the owner of the house drove up and he asked me if I needed some water for the dog. When he returned he also brought a bottle of his own champagne. Too bad I kind of quit alcohol but still, very good to barter with or to give as a gift to whomever deserved it. It also meant another extra kg or so. ITS FI..!

As Im creeping through the fields I could feel the cold air taking a hold of me, it wasnt windy and in fact it was sunny all day but that also meant a clear night sky which in turn meant probably subzero temperatures. I did find a nice spot near a church in a small ass village and I barely made it in time before the sun completely set, already big clouds of smoke from my breath. I set up my tent as fast as I could and drank a lot of water (which increases your mass so it keeps you a little warmer, also means you have to pee in the middle of the night so choices..). I crawled in my tent and I tried to get some sleep but since it WAS FUCKING 1800h, that wasnt gonna happen. 
Fiddled around on my phone a little but the battery gave up on me after about 20 minutes, yea this was going to be a splendid night. It didnt take Lucy long before she started begging to crawl into the sleeping bag. This is nice since shes a little dog sized heating element but it also means that the sleeping bag is tighter, so less space between you and the cold air so more condensation.

I woke up several times during the night and I wasnt exactly freezing but I wasnt exactly warm as well. My socks froze, my tent froze and yes winter jizzed all over me.

The next day was sunny again and when I woke up I did my rounds around the church to keep warm, I still had a little food that I ate and I did some pushups/jumping jacks to get warm. This helped and the I was glad I luckily parked my tent in a place that was in the sun, because the field was still very frosty where the sun didnt shine. While taking a piss I noticed that what I thought was a pimple, turned out to be a tickbite. There was a corona around the bite itself and this meant fucking trouble.

I did a rigorous march towards what I thought was a village that had a doctor, but apparently the doctor had already left years ago, thanks for updating Google and Apple.. I continued on and it actually wasnt that far to my next stop, a biggerish city named Troyes. Instead of going to a doctor immediately I was aiming to go there (unless I ran into something on the way). Lucy seemed to be doing very well and seemed to not have any congestion anymore, so thats a silver lining at least.

I remembered there being a campsite between Sézanne and Troyes that was very nice, I hope they were still open. Méry-sur-Seine was the name of the town, a couple of kilometers in front of the town I did find an abandoned house, left a long time ago and just far away enough from society to get fucking murdered without anybody noticing. After I had a little look see, at which time I also found a black cat eyeballing me from a distance, I decided to leave Blair Witch-sur-Seine and continue on to the town. Ofcourse the campsite was closed but that didnt stop me from peeking around anyway. I found that the showers had only been closed off with a roll down shutter AND just my luck that they didnt lock the one facing away from the entrance to the campsite. Even though it was cold, it was still better than being outside or in my tent, I had a quick run towards the city where I went to a shop and drank a tea at a Chinese restaurant. 

I remembered there being a campsite between Sézanne and Troyes that was very nice, I hope they were still open. Méry-sur-Seine was the name of the town, a couple of kilometers in front of the town I did find an abandoned house, left a long time ago and just far away enough from society to get fucking murdered without anybody noticing. After I had a little look see, at which time I also found a black cat eyeballing me from a distance, I decided to leave Blair Witch-sur-Seine and continue on to the town. Ofcourse the campsite was closed but that didnt stop me from peeking around anyway. I found that the showers had only been closed off with a roll down shutter AND just my luck that they didnt lock the one facing away from the entrance to the campsite. Even though it was cold, it was still better than being outside or in my tent, I had a quick run towards the city where I went to a shop and drank a tea at a Chinese restaurant. 

In the morning, Lucy started becoming anxious and had I listened to her, I would have probably avoided the city workers and some of the neighbors that were alarmed in the evening when they heard the sound of the shutters moving. They saw the shell and realized that I was a Godly hobo and wished me good luck, the guy from the city wasnt all too happy but even he gave me some space to pack up my stuff and go. Having a little break near a bench and some water, one of the people from earlier brought me a coffee, tres gentiles monsieur!

The road today was beautiful again, walking along what French people still call a canal and it was about 35-40 km walking path alongside that to Troyes. On the way I saw beautiful birds, friendly people with dogs for Lucy to play with and I even got out my speaker and listened to some music. The sun was out but I could taste the winter in the air. 

One town before Troyes I decided to just chill for a sec but the owner of the cafe wasnt all that friendly, other people in the cafe were, maybe especially since the owner kept telling me to move all over the place because he wanted to have only drunk customers in his place and apparently I was holding up the seats or something. Its whatever, Lucy begged her ass off and got some good meat from several people.

I said goodbye to the people that were friendly and continued on my way in the dark. Clouds rolled in when it became dark so the temperature was actually not that bad compared to the -2 last night. It also meant a little rain and because I didnt put any creme on my feet this morning, I decided to take it slow to Troyes with a few stops here and there avoiding rain.

Troyes is an alright city, nothing too special. The people are friendly (I seem to be repeating myself) and theres a nice cathedral. The last time I was here I also had a big fucking blister that made me stop there in the first place for a longer amount of time. I will do a blog on the full Troyes story from 5 years ago including how I found Lucy. Coming up to the campsite, OF COURSE, THEY WERE CLOSED. I seem to be repeating and repeating and repeating myself but its fine. Of course I wasnt going to just let this be the end of it, I hadnt come all this way just to wildcamp somewhere near a church. I walked around the campsite and I found a very large hole in the fence. Doing a little recon revealed that there were also caravans. Maybe inhabited, maybe not. I mean the fence was closed so why would there be people on the campsite? This was my reasoning when I turned the doorknob of one of the caravans and opened it… Noone. Cold like expected but there was noone. I put down my bag and dumped Lucy after which I did a little bit more scouting of the place, I dont want to get caught during the night and then get kicked out on my ass into the cold unprepared. The place seemed quiet and peaceful however and I decided to not push my luck any further and just get a good night in the caravan. 

Yeaaa this journey was shaping up to become a long, long list of misdemeanors..