Hello fellow truth-seekers,
I would like to share the following experience with you. And I am looking forward to you responses, especially ones similar like mine, so please
don't hesitate to comment.
It happened 15 years ago (I was 22 at the time) and up till a couple weeks ago I never read anything noteworthy regarding to my experience.
Me and my boyfriend (husband nowadays) were camping in the wild in the south of France. Our tent was next to a river along a small road (just big
enough to let 1 car pass). The road was about 3 kilometres. At the beginning of the road there was a field on the left where friends of us were
camping bordered by a mountain chain.
On the right side was the river. Nearly at the end of the road we had our tent next to the river. The road ended 50 meter futher at the steep
mountainside. The only possibility to go any further was by foot, on a small goat-path up the mountain.
We had been celebrating my boyfriends 31st birthday in the bar in the nearest small village and got drunk ans stoned on marihuana (can I say that
here?) and it would take us half an hour to walk back to our tent. A very nice local France gypsy (who was completely sober) offered us a ride in his
car. Very pleased we hopped in at 2.00 AM. We entered the small very dark road on the left riverbank and told him we were nearly there. We also told
him there was a small parking lot near our tent where he had the possibility to turn the car.
2 hours later we were still driving in the same direction! We were completely sobered up and had goosebubs everywhere. It was just impossible! The
gipsy got very silent and looked real worried and a bit angry. The guy was raised down there and knew every little road. We were panicking and the guy
decided to turn the car anyway. This was very difficult because of the dark and all the trees but he managed. It took us again nearly 2 hours bu then
we were at the beginning of the road again (near an illuminated official camping site) The guy nearly threw us out of his car and speeded away.
I was really upset and scared and crying that I didn't dare to walk that same road up to our tent, what if the same thing would happen? We did it
anyway since we had no choice.
And after a half hour walk during which I was sobbing loudly we came to our tent and went to sleep.
The next day we heard from our friends (insomniacs) that they were worried because we were so late. They heard me crying but they never heard a car
passing by! They showed us a map of the environment and said that it was simpley immpossible what happenend to us.
We went to the same bar the next night, anxious to talk to our gypsy friend. He didn't want to have anything more to do with us! He was upset and
angry and kept saying it was impossible. He never again talked to us during our stay there!
Let me know what you make out of this, please.