I had met my English and Irish friends in Antwerp, let them stay at my home and spent two days in Brussels. But now we were a few weeks further, and I was on the train to France. I told my boss that I wouldn’t come to work for a while and I had dropped my cat at a friends house. My backpack was packed for a month and contained a tent, some camping gear, train tickets, 100 euros and a pile of clothes. I had taken my bike and was ready for an adventure. I was going to do Woofing in France with a few mates that I had only recently met.

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