For anyone who now assumes I’m laying on a freezing cold bench, somewhere in a scary park. I’m not.
As I was in the pub, I got to know some people. Some gave me a drink and then I met Thomas and his friends.
Thomas was really interested in my story and when I told him I was still looking for a place to stay the night, he offered me to stay at his place.
Some drinks later, we went on a 20 minute walk. Surrounded by the smell of horse shit (welcome to Chantilly) we had some good laughs and finally arrived at his place. Or as his friends call it: Thomashome!
His alarm clock is set for 8:20AM, which is in just over 6 hours. So it’s probably best, I get some sleep now.
No plans yet for tomorrow, except for the fact I want to go on a search for some decent food.
Sweet dreams! Especially to Joost, Thomas and the kind truck driver.
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