So last night was a bit of a drama. Everyone had gone to bed and I was heading there too and misjudged the stairs.

An almighty crash followed by shocking swear words woke the entire apartment.

Apart from the agonising throbbing in my ankle I was thankfully able to walk on it. That’s a good sign, right?

Luckily we don’t start the walk until tomorrow. Lynda strapped it for me this morning and it seems to be ok although I’m struggling to figure out how I’m gonna hike 16 kms tomorrow.

We’ll see how I feel in the morning.

Anyway, the rest of the day was spent drinking too much red wine, and eating too much bread and cheese.

We met other people doing the walk and Carol from Sydney who is s

podiatrist, said my ankle was not too bad so we should be good to go

We’ll make that decision tomorrow.

My foot expertly strapped by Lynda

Stupid stairs i feĺl down

We left our hotel in Saint etienne to pick up my sisters in Firminy, just twenty minutes away. Thirty minutes later we are driving past our hotel again trying to figure out which way to go. Sixty minutes later we finally find our sisters.

We arrived in le puy and headed straight for Decathlon, our favourite store in the whole wide world. Still didn’t find the pocket knife I was looking for, but walked out with aĺl this other crap to carry.

After that we dropped our car off and found our apartment which is up four flights of stairs and no fire exit in sight. Eeek.

This afternoon we climbed up to the highest point in Le Puy, just in time for the thunder storms. Thankfully we didn’t get struck by lightening.

Then we checked out the cathedral and looked after a random sausage dog with a beard while his owners visited the church.

Now we are relaxing in our apartment, drinking wine from a 1.5 litre plastic bottle that cost us 3 euro’s. Mike cooked us a smoked salmon pasta with pistachios.

Lynda is now hanging out the window and showing off her star trek pajama bottoms. I took a photo.

And then I fell down the stairs.

Sausage dog with a beard

Rainy view from the top

I’m writing this on our flight from heathrow to lyon. To anyone who cares we’re on an A320 british airways plane.

Mike’s had coffee, I’ve had wine

The pilot has just announced a bumpy descent into lyon, but it’s a nice day there and 25 degrees.

I think that’s it for now. Here’s a poem I wrote while we were waiting for our flight.

Sitting at the airport, sipping on a Stella

Waiting for a flight with my handsome fella

We’re off to France to walk 800 k’s

Seems a good way to spend our lazy days.

It’s getting bumpy now and I spilled wine all over myself so bye for now.