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Walking Home, week 22: Wisdom

Day 148 – to La Rochelle With a heavy heart I say goodbye to Sophie and Oléron. La Rochelle, or more specifically, Biarritz and the end of my march are awaiting me. We use the morning to explore the citadel and the market in Château. I buy a local fresh cheese, jongée on the market.…

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Day 106 – to Villaines-en-Duesmois At breakfast we talk about my route from Vougrey. I mention that on the way to Lyon I will pass very close to the Abbaye Fontanay, but do not yet know whether I want to afford the € 10 entry fee for the UNESCO World Heritage Site. As I say…

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Walking Home, week 10: En français, s’il vous plaît

At the end of the first week in France stand two major realizations: First, it is darn expensive here. In seven days here I have already spent more than half of the monthly budget. This means that if I want to have any money left in my account by the end of the trip, I…

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  • Walking Home, week 22: Wisdom

    Walking Home, week 22: Wisdom

    By on August 31, 2014

    Day 148 – to La Rochelle With a heavy heart I say goodbye to Sophie and Oléron. La Rochelle, or more specifically, Biarritz and the end of my march are awaiting me. We use the morning to explore the citadel and the market in Château. I buy a local fresh cheese, jongée on the market.…

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  • Walking Home, week 21: Because, la mer

    Day 141 – to Aubeterre-sur-Dronne Another night in which I have hardly slept. The damp cold has spread throughout my body. From up the river drums and bass could be heard all night. A metal club I presume. Paul, who shares a tent with his father two pitches down, hands me a wonderfully hot tea…

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  • Walking Home, week 20: One lucky couchsurfer

    Day 134 – Rocamadour Thanks to the busy road next door the night was noisy. There is no way I will stay here another night. I pack and say goodbye to Alix. The Belgian couple in the camper next door agrees to store my luggage so I can visit Rocamadour again. After my tour I…

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  • Walking Home, week 19: I’m a pilgrim, godamnit!

    See, what I did there in the title? This week my spirits hit an all time low when I hit the Way of Saint James and expect bliss. Day 127 – to Clergoux In the morning I pack up my stuff, eat outdoors and wait again until everyone is assembled around the breakfast table to…

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  • Walking Home, week 18: Right time, right place

    Day 120 – to Ferrieres-sur-Sichon Natasha, the pizza baker and campsite manager has cooked my six eggs and treats me to a free breakfast. In peace I enjoy my cereal bowl of milk with coffee and bread with cherry jam while we chat about the hopes and dreams of someone ¨our age¨. I reach the…

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  • Walking Home, week 17: Give me a break

    Day 113 – to Lyon (or Saint-Cyr-au-Mont-d’Or) In the morning it rains even heavier than the night before. I’m trying to get the tent dry under a canopy and in the washroom and fail. At least Anne from Lyon has replied to my Couchsurfing request and invites me to stay a few days at her…

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  • Walking Home, week 16: Full circle

    Day 106 – to Villaines-en-Duesmois At breakfast we talk about my route from Vougrey. I mention that on the way to Lyon I will pass very close to the Abbaye Fontanay, but do not yet know whether I want to afford the € 10 entry fee for the UNESCO World Heritage Site. As I say…

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  • Walking Home, week 15: Groundhog day

    I had expected that by now the harsh July heat would make walking difficult. Instead, I go through rain shower after rain shower, rainy day after rainy day. At least I am lucky and several times wonderful families welcome me into their homes. Day 99 – to Goviller The day starts off horribly wrong. When…

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  • Walking Home, week 14: Where are you going?

    Day 92 – to Besançon I’m at breakfast at half past seven, because I’m afraid that one eats early in the monastery and that there will be no more food for me if I come too late. But my fear is unfounded. Although I am the last to appear. While they clean up around me…

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  • Walking Home, week 13: Gods’ plans

    Although looking at history – old and new – I absolutely cannot believe in organized religion, I believe – after this journey more than ever – that a higher power – I call it ¨fate¨, ¨karma¨ or simply ¨the gods¨ – ensures in the end everything will have happened so that one day I will…

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  • Walking Home, week 12: Country roads

    This week I dive into the least populous part of France. I learn that three facilities used exist in every French village of the nineteenth century, and that not all villages dance on the streets during the fête de la Musique . Day 78 – Saint Mihiel I treat myself to a second night in…

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  • Walking Home, week 11:Rolling on and on

    Week eleven is over and it’s getting mentally tough. So far I’m spending a lot more money in France than I can afford. To make things worse I’m struggling with basic motivation problems. Hiking with a heavy pack and in summer temperatures in the sun is much more like work than pleasure. But I’m almost…

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  • Walking Home, week 10: En français, s’il vous plaît

    At the end of the first week in France stand two major realizations: First, it is darn expensive here. In seven days here I have already spent more than half of the monthly budget. This means that if I want to have any money left in my account by the end of the trip, I…

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  • Walking Home, week 9: Getting ready for France

    Much sooner than expected, my last week in Germany has arrived. I find the Mosel river again which I had met briefly in Coblenz, and slowly, via Luxembourg, move to the language, which I will have around me constantly – solely? – from week 10 on. Oh la la … Day 57 – to Allenbach…

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  • Walking Home, week 8: Not the lonely one

    Day 50 – to Waldalgesheim (Bingen) It’s almost ten, when I depart from Steffen. I’ve decided to take the train to Kaub. After all, I had already made it there yesterday afternoon. On the way to the station I buy a coffee at the bakery. At half past twelve the train leaves. I get off…

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