Once again, Christmas has come around, and with it the annual outing to Lugnaquilla. But this year, there were two differences. Every other year, the walk started in the Glen of Imaal at Fenton’s Pub, which is an institution in itself. From that direction, the walk would go up over Camara Hill, up over the…
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After I arrived in Crans, work commitments took me away from hiking for a while. That left me running up against my target deadline of completion before the end of the year. When a chance to go back on the trail did come up, I watched the weather anxiously. It looked like there would be…
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In my last outing on the Alpine Panorama Weg, I had finally reached the Lake Geneva, Lac Léman, or Genfersee, depending on your linguistic preferences. I will continue to call it Lac Léman in these pages. There was a time in my life that I would have said that’s it, the hard work is done,…
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Very quickly after arriving in St. Prex, I was back there again to continue on the way towards Geneva. The previous day, I had followed the Via Jacobi for the very last few hundred metres in order to reach the train station, but arriving there brought me back onto the official Alpine Panorama Weg. The…
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I was the only passenger on the bus from Châtel-Saint-Denis to Les Paccots. OK, it was a fairly early bus, but I had expected at least a few other walkers or hikers to be on the bus, or maybe a few people going home after a night on the tiles in town. But no, I…
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I should have brought my snowshoes! It had been a few weeks since my last outing, and I was yearning to get back on the trail. When I checked the forecast the night before, it forecast a dry day in Gruyere, so I reckoned I should have a nice easy walk. But when I arose…
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In late September, I was back on the Alpine Panorama Weg. It was “Indian Summer” in Switzerland, and I was glad to be out on the trail, enjoying what might be the last days of sunshine for a while. A combination of trains and bus brought me back to Jaun, in much better weather than…
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My last day on this section of the trail was a short one. However, that did not mean I should not start early. My B&B accommodation hosts had prepared an early breakfast and soon I was getting ready to go. My host asked if the rucksack was heavy, and I offered it to him to…
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The next morning, I was up early and after a hearty breakfast, I was on my way. The guidebook says that after Corbeny, the terrain becomes a little flatter. It had already seemed quite flat to me. The main road through Corbeny goes in a dead straight line to the next village, Berry-au-Bac. The trail…
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The next morning, I was awake early. I got everything together and packed my rucksack. Everything was dry, except my boots. They were just damp, but I was confident that they would dry out on the trail. I tidied up the little apartment and left. I stopped at a boulangerie to get supplies for breakfast…
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