Sept 27 - Tui to Mos

American, locked in toilet again, goats, woman I don't understand, man with fennel flower in his hand appearing out of nowhere as I pause on the curb wondering to myself which way to go, and he points me in the right direction and then disappears.  The authentic route says I should walk along a shoulder-less freeway.  I say no way, Jose, find another way.  End up in Mos where the roads meet again.  Perpetually assuming that I am lost, but stubbornly refusing to walk in traffic.  Can't do it.