Odyssey Ronnix Gaul

The adventure begins when Ronnix is ​​amputate half of her heart this Sunday 11 June in the year of grace 2017, leaving him to go on the rails of a binary and hexadecimal know (I know, only the ancient Druids talk like that).
Soon his path was covered with mist, but the dream that echoes in his head for more than twelve moons is strong.
Crossing the Camargue alongside other wild horses, getting room and board at the gates of the fortified city of Beziers, he fell asleep in his distant itinerant coaches.

The next day, we can say that half of the Greek gods have conspired to darken hills-and-valleys between Labastide Rouhairoux and Albi. Ah ! Albi precisely.

After crossing Albigensian in Cathar country (not, no anachronism), he found himself seated with the devil himself, better known as El Diablo. Three times, three contracts he saw the limbo of perdition, one after the other. The good side of the devil has still allowed him know the great Fifi who had rubbed shoulders with other musicians such imps troubadours Motörhead, the nectar of the gods of rock was put.
He left without sesame.

In the light of the following blade, the journey between Brive and Limoges has weakened the guy to go hunting the Moors at Poitiers, or was it the Saracens, he remembered no more.
Lost around Pont-de-Ce, and there are actually many, wandering the country roads, Ronnix found himself a little piece paradise, the edge of a body of water (that will prove to be the Louet, tributary of the Loire) at nightfall.

Browsing Angers, the revelation ! He said that being stupidly Poitiers in the Poitou, Angers was in Anjou, CQFD !

Circulating again and again, for more than 24 minutes around Le Mans, not to find the direction of Alençon, Unfortunately he had to pay a tax of two imperial sestertii.
Meet the Normans in Normandy, our hero did some sightseeing in the charming town of Bernay to leave more beautiful to the coast and cliffs, Etretat, Fécamp and all intermediate cute whose Ypont. Majestic, Unfortunately no corner of town to spend the night, and, to the breaking point and the edge of despair, a sign for a lake, the Caniel, commune (no anachronism) de Vittefleur, saved the Batavian (yes Ronnix is ​​not Gallic).

Remaining in the Atlanteans coasts our traveler was informed by the reed that coaches might find to park in the locality, Wissant.
Filled huge range Lutéciens, fortunately at low tide, otherwise they would have been really tight.
The evening became the Batavian offer Ouzo (Greek aniseed drink) by a neighboring carriage, one Goth, or Ostrogoth named Manfred. The latter accompanied by his wife Maria, after a drunken amphora and an exceptional banquet (Roman pasta) spoke to him in Goth and informed that Health was said Yamas! in Greek (yes, I said well watered).

Last step before the great crossing, Calais. It happened ... Pas-de-Calais ! Everything eventually settle when he Devos new.
bottle filling, waiting for the ship that was to take him to Britain, Ronnix fell asleep ... He fell into a deep sleep and had the strangest dream… Il se trouvât chez les bretons et se réveilla avec… La Gaule 😉

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Notes techniques :

Lac de St Pardoux ! Excellent site aménagé. Eau payante.

La Flèche, eau potable gratuite !
Attention les ponts de Normandie ET de Tancarville sont payants : 3,20 €
L’usine de petits pains Pasquier est à Vron (oui ça existe, et je l’ai vue)