Camino minus 8 – So Long, Stuttgart
Well, I’m off.
Packing last night was surprisingly easy. Everything fit well. My newly revised hip belt situation was repaired (the one that came with the backpack was way too small) and fits very comfortably.
I washed my rain jacket yesterday and sprayed it with waterproofing. It is now a lovely shade of red because it is clean, and I hope it will be waterproof.
What have I forgotten??
I downloaded some last-minute apps on my iPad, which I plan to use on the trip in order to continue blogging. I spent much of yesterday moving photos off the iPad and onto my computer. Not easy but I may have succeeded.
I also got an app that should allow me to write off-line for my blog. The blogging program I use, WordPress, is usually connected to the internet. However, since I expect to be out of the net quite a bit, I want to write off-line and transfer the text to WordPress when I do get to the internet.
If the formatting on this post is a little off, it’s part of my learning curve and I will try to fix it.
We are on the high-speed train to Paris. It is very comfortable and clean.
However, I had another toilet adventure.
The bathroom on the train stays clean because it has sensors for water and for air drying. Trying to save water for all, I first spritzed a little soap onto my hands, then held my hand under the faucet.
I waved my back and forth a few times. No water.
There I was in the W.C. with very slimy hands. I waved my hands under the air dryer and now had slightly dry slime on my hands.
Why not use toilet paper to wipe off my hands, you may be thinking?
The roll dispenser is set up so that several rolls butt up against each other in the dispenser. The roll that was “out” was prevented, because of friction, from rolling freely. Poking my finger into the tiny slot to create space between the rolls did not work – the hole was too small.
The toilet paper dispensed one painfully complicated square at a time.
Fortunately I learned this when I was not having a W.C emergency.
I found another toilet in the same car which had water. Crisis averted.
But what kind of adventures await me in Paris? I don’t want to speculate.
Oh, yes, my backpack weighed a whopping 25 pounds. I must get it down to 20, somehow, in the next four days.
P. S. Why, oh why, can’t the U.S. build high-speed trains???