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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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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 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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  • Walking Home, week 7: C’mon, live a little!

    Approaching day fifty. This week I have made two observations: 1) I have been more relaxed with my money. So far I’m doing well with the budget (on average 10 € per day). And sometimes you just have to treat yourself to something special. 2) For the first time my hosts irritate me. I don’t…

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