billmclaughlin
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- Time of past OR future Camino
- SJPP/Burgos 2012; Le Puy/SJPP 2013; Aumont Aubrac/Aire sur l'Adour 2014; Burgos/Santiago 2016.
As I was approaching Navarrenx on October 9, 2013, hiking solo, a white van came slowly towards me and stopped. The driver was a man of 50+ years and beside him sat a girl about 15 years old. I recall taking in just a few details at first glance: his bushy white bread and her very simple attire, a rather plain blue blouse covered by an equally plain gray sweater, rather like some modern nuns' habits. She sat stiffly, arms at her sides.
As I stood at the passenger window, he started a casual conversation mainly about how much pilgrim traffic there was, had I seen many other hikers today, alone or in groups, their countries of origin. Finding I was American, he switched into English, which he spoke well. The conversation seemed a bit odd. He stopped to chat about who else was coming along the road? It was the sort of thing we all talk about while hiking, but I wasn't sure why a driver would initiate this conversation. Then he mentioned that "we" have a farm nearby and sell in the local market. "Our community," he said, "is just about a kilometer away. We have a bed for you if you like."
I declined politely with a little white lie, saying I had planned a rendezvous with some other hikers in Navarrenx, so I couldn't change my plans. He expressed regret, and then he and the girl rummaged through some papers and found an English-language pamphlet to give me so I could read about their community. It's called the Twelve Tribes. I think they are fairly characterized as a cult, the subject of some controversy in a number of countries, most recently in Germany: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/06/germany-twelve-tribes-sect-raided_n_3880122.html
Thinking back, I'm not sure at what point in the conversation I felt something was amiss. The conversation itself seemed a bit forced, the young woman's reserve almost unnatural. I don't in the least regret declining their invitation.
As I stood at the passenger window, he started a casual conversation mainly about how much pilgrim traffic there was, had I seen many other hikers today, alone or in groups, their countries of origin. Finding I was American, he switched into English, which he spoke well. The conversation seemed a bit odd. He stopped to chat about who else was coming along the road? It was the sort of thing we all talk about while hiking, but I wasn't sure why a driver would initiate this conversation. Then he mentioned that "we" have a farm nearby and sell in the local market. "Our community," he said, "is just about a kilometer away. We have a bed for you if you like."
I declined politely with a little white lie, saying I had planned a rendezvous with some other hikers in Navarrenx, so I couldn't change my plans. He expressed regret, and then he and the girl rummaged through some papers and found an English-language pamphlet to give me so I could read about their community. It's called the Twelve Tribes. I think they are fairly characterized as a cult, the subject of some controversy in a number of countries, most recently in Germany: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/06/germany-twelve-tribes-sect-raided_n_3880122.html
Thinking back, I'm not sure at what point in the conversation I felt something was amiss. The conversation itself seemed a bit forced, the young woman's reserve almost unnatural. I don't in the least regret declining their invitation.