French asphalt, no softer than any other. Also: profit!

I was dropped off at a petrol station near Lille. I'm not really sure where, and I wouldn't be able to point it out on a map neither. I made a new sign reading Paris, but on the other side I wrote Bordeaux, thinking I could reuse the cardboard in Paris. I settled next to the departure point of the station, and waited. Not soon after, an Algerian man on his way to Toulouse stopped, and asked if I wanted to ride with. He only had one condition, and that was that I chip in a little for petrol. We agreed on €5, as I need to keep the small change for food. During the ride, it became known that if himself wanted to move to Norway in a couple of months. I have him a few pointers on where to look for jobs etc. He also kept trying to convert me to Islam on several occasions. I told him I kept an open mind, but that I really shy away from organised religion. We parted ways at a roadside diner in a place that might possibly be called Point Chaud. It is unsure whether we'll hang out in Norway.

Now, at Point Chaud, I decided to call it a night at around 2. I settled on the grass next to the diner. This morning I went for breakfast: I went for bread, which was good. I should mention that behind the till were the same two people who were there when I arrived at night, and I also saw them early in the morning taking out the trash. After i'd finished eating, one of them came up to me with a plastic bag full of freshly baked pastries, €10, and a good luck! That's amazing! I'm so glad I made this trip getting to meet all sorts of brilliant people.

Not much is left of the road to Bordeaux now, considering the distance that lies behind me. If I arrive early, i'll book the ticket home in a few days, and enjoy a long weekend at home. No dinners though; these pastries be killing me!