Such adventures always sound brilliant when you think them up late at night over a glass of wine. The reality was … a little different. We’ll talk about blisters, burning muscles and a pizza surprise in a moment – but let’s start at the beginning.
And so it was again and again on this hike. We often conquered more than a thousand meters of altitude and thus overcame the bad weather.
I start packing everything into my rucksack, leaving only the sleeping bag and sleeping mat outside for the time being. This is the baptism of fire for my new tent. It has to prove itself. Not much can break. Unless the fabric tears.
While we were still in the Allgäu in the Pyrenees in the first week, we were in the real high mountains in the last week. Every day we have between 1000 and 2000 meters of altitude on our plates.
As luck would have it, we met up again with my friends who had already accompanied me in New Zealand. We meet up in Saint Jean. Many others, with lighter backpacks that seem much lighter than ours. They head west, we head east, along the Pyrenees.
