The morning we woke and headed out early to enjoy breakfast in one of Condoms beautiful cafes, still high from meeting the Shaman the night before. Now in Condom there is a river called Baïse (which means, yes, you’ve guessed it, f&%k). After the Magician gleefully told me this, I had to admit, actually maybe the French do have a sense of humour. The only question is why does the Camino have Montcuq (my ass), followed by Condom, then Baïse. Seems like they don’t know the right order for these things (or maybe that just explains the French).
Our good mood ended quickly once we left the bridge across the Baïse, to then walk down by the canal. There were these loud popping noises going off around us. After seeing the dead bodies of birds floating in the river, and pigeons everywhere, we then saw the hunters up on the ridges. One caught our eye smugly. Daring us to say anything, as a pigeon lay fluttering at our feet. Its life blood smearing the pavement in front of us, its terror palpable. I eat meat, but I try not too eat too much. I fundamentally don’t agree with hunting for pleasure though. If hunting is done, and you’re going to eat the meat, then I can understand it more. This man looked at us as though he enjoyed it. It made me sick to my stomach.
After getting out of the city, we eventually came back into sunshine. Surrounded by fields empty of their crops. Before we slowly came out onto the winding Camino path surrounded by weaved trees stretching over head. We’d spent the entire day together, singing, cuddled into each other. I started to feel a change coming over us as we both admitted that we needed to stop trying to run away from each other. The universe kept telling us no, we didn’t have a choice, you will stay together. Having a frank conversation on this though, we asked what we would call each other. We agreed we didn’t like labels as you would always say ‘my’ girlfriend, ‘my’ boyfriend. Agreeing that if we were in a relationship though, it would still be open. So although we more readily admitted we meant something to each other now. In fact, little else actually changed. The Magician was still readily pursuing his Hareem and the girl he’d told me he had very strong feelings for the day I’d met him, but I was a little more comfortable with it now. The drumbeat of ‘Run, run, run’ starting to quieten down for the first time in days.
We eventually walked into Lamothe just before sunset. Running to the shop to gather food to cook during the evening together. The experience early in the morning in Condom still fresh in our minds, leading us to eat lentils and make plans to slowly cut more and more meat out of our diets in future.