Today we encountered the close Walker, similar to the close talker on Seinfeld.

When we left our hotel this morning we were followed out by an American walker who had also stayed there.

We were walking along a narrow bit of road and he was right behind me. I said to Mike, let’s step aside and let this guy past.

The guy heard me and said, ‘nah that’s ok, I’m walking slow too.’

We walked and chatted for a bit with the usual interview of where are you from, Portland? Yes I wanna go there, blah blah etc etc.

He stopped to take some photos of a church and we continued on.

Next thing I sense someone behind me, and sure enough, he’s snuck up on me again, right behind me. Creepy.

We crossed the road and I stopped and adjusted my shoe to let him get ahead.

Then at the next town I stopped and filled up my water bottle. Next thing, he’s right on my tail again. So I moved to the other side of the street and he started tailgating Mike.

I saw a bar up ahead. ‘Mike, let’s stop and get a croissant.’

So we did and in the distance I saw him leech onto a couple of girls.

He seemed nice enough, but I don’t like someone 3 feet behind me, let alone right there. We’ll see if we cross him again.

Tonight we went for an early dinner. 6pm! It’s like being at home in the winter. As well as that, the temperature dropped to 26 degrees and I was really cold. Dammit! It was the one night we came out without a jumper.

We got chatting to a guy from Germany and a lady from Switzerland. They both started before us from St Jean and have been taking their time also. It’s nice to meet others that don’t think it’s a race.

Big day tomorrow.