Day 1

So, I met two rather interesting blokes on the ferry to Calais. They are named Dan and Joe. I realised the next few months were going to be a little lonely so they agreed to let me join them.

After leaving the ferry we were instantly shocked as to how industrial and shabby the place was. We instantly felt out of place and if we are honest, a little scared. We also met a nice Estonian bloke, who said he was meeting his brother in paris, we also met an old aussie on the ferry who was wishing us luck and chatting to joe about various things, (Dan was in his own little world and doesnt remember this);

After realising how terrifing Calais was we left rather sharpish.

We then walked stupid, oopid amounts of walking away from Calais (around 20-22km) and the one thing we noticecd was how EMPTY everywhere was on a saturday. However our spirits were occasionally lifted by motorist beeping thier support shouting good luck.
Joe was giddy at the sight of WWI and WWII bunkers and fervently explained the military history of france.

We eventually ended up in a small collection of houses called Waldam where we pitched up the tent for the night, achy, tired and hungry!