My experiences with thru-hiking

Where Am I?

Posted in Hiking GR5, 1500 miles across Europe by onefootatatime on June 19, 2009

 

Jun 13 2009

June 13 2009

Had breakfast with Harry and Ronald this morning – coffee with some chocolate croissants at the campsite – when suddenly the cops showed up. The owner of the campsite told us that a man in the camp was beating his wife last night, and this morning she went to the police station with a black eye and a bruised arm. By the time we were done with breakfast, we saw three policemen escort a seedy-looking guy out of the campsite. It was our cue to leave too.

Harry and Ronald have been staying at campsites and chamber d’hotes on their trip. Chambre d’hotes are like bed and breakfasts. So tonight they plan to stay at one in Brin-Sur-Seille, while I will be camping in the wild.

I got off to late start, and after crossing a nearby town and climbing a steep hill, I realized I was walking in an entirely different direction. It was already three in the afternoon, there was no point retracing my steps, because I’d get lost again in the woods. So when I got to a paved street, I walked down to the nearest town and found out I was in a place called Montenoy. I was no way near the GR5 trail. I had to wait for an hour and a half for the bus to take me to Nancy, where I could catch a connecting bus to Brin-Sur-Seille.

After getting to Nancy, a bus driver helped me with the bus numbers and I sat and waited for my bus. A girl sat down next to me and she said something in French to me, and after I told her I speak only English, she said that the bus was delayed for an hour. So we spent the next hour just chatting. She told me her name was Sophie and that she was in school and was interested in getting a job in Human Resource Management.

Finally caught the bus to Brin-Sur-Seille and reached there at eight o’clock, and got back on the GR5 trail.

Couldn’t find a nice place to camp and ended up pitching my tent by the side of a country road, where I could hear people partying to the wee hours of the morning. Couldn’t tell where the house was, because I was in the middle of nowhere.

They played Madonna’s La Isla Bonita like seven times.

 

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