Monday, August 28, 2006
Hendaye - Rainy day in France
Arrived 5 hours early for the train. Police stosped me and asked for my passport. Nothing to do with the north African next to me. Few minutes later they came cal and asked to see my passport again. He wanted to show his fellow officer my passport. First time they had seen a biometric one. Went across from the station to the brasserie. Josef was his name who ran the bar. This was not your Aux Beauchanals, no play ground of the gods. I asked for ravoli, Josef said nune. Steak frites, qui. The charters of the town dropping by to keep Josef and myself entertained. Well that was 30 taken care off. Only another 2 to go.