264 Kilometers – www.allenhall.ca

This is the first 264 km of my trip. I am 2.64 percent closer to my goal of 10000 km and arriving in Thailand. Already the gifts seem abundant. I think back to the tale that helped me make the decision to take on this crazy trip “The Alchemist” and remember some advice the King of Salem gave the boy. “At first the journey will be easy. It is called beginners luck. The universe will do all it can to encourage you to follow your personal legend. After these initial successes things will become exceedingly difficult until they seem almost impossible.”. I wonder with this advice what lies ahead of me on this long road.

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GPS Signal Lost – Allenhall.ca

I get ready to depart La Malatre holding back tears as we eat our last breakfast together. The emotional wounds endured by this family are opened again. This is a repeated outcome at La Malantre. While we eat breakfast I witness the tears and sadness well up in Evelyn as almost ready to burst. A dam is filling inside her, as it fills in us all – waiting for the inevitable moment when I say goodbye, our dam breaks, and, we all cry.

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Walking in Memphis

After a weekend in Nashville’s nightlife I feel pretty taxed.  The clouds never did let up and I use this an excuse as to why I do not explore the city much during the day.  I do find a guitar shop. Mostly because I sort of lost interest in it. I visit the Johnny Cash museum but do not go inside due to price.  It turns out that Monday is a holiday. Most of the shops are closed

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Married In Nashville Tennessee

Gordie and I take a few walks and runs during the late hours of the night.  We do a few laps at a grocery store parking lot. I try to explain to her that she may need to calm down when meeting new people and that her excitement might cause new friends to not trust her.  She doesn’t seem to notice I am talking to her. Her eyes dart about the parking lot with every subtle movement she picks up. I pick up her poop and we go back to Chris’ hotel. I will sleep here in Greenville South Carolina before heading back to Nashville Tennessee.

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Pizza In New Orleans

Guy’s monologue breaks momentarily as we both notice another hitchhiker with their thumb out.  I ask Guy what his opinion on the situation is “Should I pick him up?”. Guy seems to evaluate for a brief moment before saying “Oh yea!  This guy is old, pick him up!”. I slow down the car and get over the shoulder of the highway. Once i get to a full stop I am a bit further away than would have been ideal.  In the rear viewer I see the name trying his best to run to catch up to us.

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