There are mornings like that…
Early Saturday afternoon, we hit the road in the warm sun. We head towards the ocean. No specific destination. Just to leave the city and its buildings, see the blue sea, breathe, and see the horizon. Our Polish friend’s car is more rubbish than expected and we stalled a good thirty times on the way … We turn up the sound on the radio with an old lollipop stick. The heat is tropical in the car. I’m sweating and the window doesn’t open.
By not knowing where we are going … We finally landed on Noirmoutier island … It is 5pm. We go crazy, we pitch the tent, we eat fish, have a few drinks, and go back home a little drunk, zigzagging on our bikes without any headlights in complete darkness… I put this damn collar on “Drunk” the Niqab way. It’s really cold … 7am, I want a pee … I leave next to the tent … the sun’s up and the sky is full of a million colours. I take a breath of air in and savor this unexpected moment, this moment of calmness in front of the ocean.