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Tag 13: Revel-Tourdan (F)-Bessey (F), 10 am, -5 ° C



Today is a bitter cold wind blows from North-West. At high altitudes it blows me right between the back and the backpack, which is quite unpleasant. The neck and back are cooling down fast, prompt, there are tensions.



I'm not sure if this really is the top seat of a hunter. To me from local forests known high seats look different, almost luxurious in contrast. A feeding station, it is not, I find no lining.



come after a long and tiring march through vast forests and drafty heights after I Auberives-sur-Varèze . Here, the population has doubled in the last 40 years. I approach slowly the Lyon metropolitan area, where the city continues to feel not much is. Only the new development areas of the sites are bigger.



Clonas-sur-Varèze . It goes down a cliff in the village. The Rhône, to guess the background has milled a broad valley.
Finally I find an open bar and drink some coffee shops. I feel now quite dull. Today is Saturday, tomorrow I will have a rest day, my first one. Have in a report read by a pilgrim, that he kept every Sunday a day of rest. That seems like a good idea, it is not a question as soon as possible to be in Santiago. The body to rest and reflect the spirit is certainly valuable.
Let's see how it is tomorrow, I'm looking forward to it.



But as far as is it yet. I would first cross the Rhone to stay in Chavanay. Before
happens again a special promotion, which belongs to me seem to do so. As I walk through Clonas-sur-Varèze, rises from the mist on your left a large plant that turns out to be a nuclear power plant. The French are well known in this respect somewhat benighted - and the Germans then buy the cheap nuclear power, but officially make eco.

When I do the photo above, go cry in one fire engine sirens in Clonas-sur-Varèze. Then, some of fire trucks roaring out of the village towards nuclear power and disappear in the haze. In a few moments, I imagine all the scenarios. There is only one Alternative: I am walking on the road, one kilometer away from a nuclear power plant, rush to the fire engines. Before me the Rhône, a few villages around me, otherwise covered fields and forests. I will probably have no choice but to keep running than to do as if nothing happened and wait.

The NPP is certainly not explode. Whether an accident or a practice existed, I could never find out.



At the bridge over the Rhone. I leave the Isere department and look for the third time in a few days, the Rhône.



On the bridge over the Rhone. The wind blows so strong that I started to take off my hat in order not to lose him. Against the cold, I wear a headband under his hat, for which I am particularly grateful.
no signs I would not have recognized the Rhone. She has since won a Yenne much more water to it. You should already have a volume such as the Lower Rhine. But she is also the most water, and 812 km the second longest river in France.



view Chavanay, in the Loire still in the Région Rhône-Alpes. The town is located at 155 Hm, in the coming days it will go to higher altitudes.



Chavanay is twinned with beech wood in Germany. Buchholz is a town of Waldkirch, a town in the Breisgau in Baden-Württemberg, 20 km from Freiburg im Breisgau.

on the left leg of the plate one can see an X in a red and a white bar. The GR65 is a form of sign and means that the way not go straight.



have two hours I looked for a reasonably good and affordable accommodation in Chavaney, I'm not found it. Then I have to just go a bit further. As is already the norm in this situation with a faster tempo, not in the dark to have to run.
Chavaney would have been a nice place to enjoy a day off. The incident at the nearby nuclear plant, however, I plugged in the bone, maybe it's better to move on.



At dusk I come Bessey to 400 Hm Unfortunately, the Gite is closed. After some questioning, I am sent to a place to stay in a kilometer away. I can come here at the weekend is saved! tears

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Tag 14: Bessey (F) -5 ° C



A terrible cry me last night from the half-sleep. I had taken a shower after my arrival, and for me a few minutes down on the bed before I wanted to make me something to eat. It sounded as if someone was dipped by hand in hot oil. Anyway, I thought at first of something. Then again. What's going on?

My property is an annex with two bunk beds next to an assisted living home for mentally disabled people. I go over, maybe something happened and I can help. I'm in the kitchen. Nothing to see, all are peaceful, make something or entertain themselves.

Then again, this craze. One of the residents, a small woman of about 30 years ago, saw me and shouted at me with tremendous volume. The supervisor takes me by the arm and says the woman that I ok was. Now it's quiet again, and all are absorbed in their activities as if nothing had happened. I will therefore be included and I am from now until Monday morning part of this illustrious family.



view Bessey . I'm going to walk Mitttag something to keep the circle alive and to relax the muscles and joints. A restaurant is open, they offer a pilgrim menu that fits yes. For the rest of the day I read and sleep. The weather is still hazy, just right for a day off.

In the kitchen there is pizza night, everyone can help to demonstrate the possibilities and pizza. I am invited and must eat with.

night I still hear the screams of a couple of times, but they feel almost as normal.

I admire the caregivers and pay tribute to them the highest respect. In my eyes they run every day at least back to Santiago and .

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Tag 15: Bessey (F)-The Setoux ( F), 9 am, -3 ° C



The rest day has been good, I look forward to the stage today. The body has recovered enough only the feet make me a bit of worry, the swelling of the joints is not diminished.
I'm on the road early, the school bus drives over the country and collect the children. It must be a good day when one morning already direction Paradis running.



And indeed, the sky clears and the sun comes to the fore!



an experience once again to have distance vision and see what's in a beautiful place for you.



The mud on the roads and the snow is frozen hard. The wind in recent days has lain down to luck.



pulls However, after a few hours the sky again, it looks like snow.



Col de Banchet a hill between St-Julien-Molin-Molette and Bourg-Argental.



After the Col de Banchet it goes down into a valley, Bourg-Argental in it.



Bourg Argental is on the route to Le-Puy-En-Velay before a pass to 1083 Hm Suc des Trois Chiens next goes to 1365 Hm heavy traffic through the narrow streets of the provincial town . The metropolitan Saint-Étienne is 30 km away in the north-west.



The church of Saint-André in the center, the traffic tortures himself over it.



The church has a very nice portal with tympanum of the 12th Century with a representation of St. James, and pilgrims.



Who knows this picture is not, it hangs in almost every restaurant serving traditional cuisine. At this situation, I have to think in much more positive context, of course, when I walk up the long climb to the Forêt de Taillard . Suddenly steps are heard, then trudge down I see two people in the snow the forest.



I encounter two pilgrims!

Big surprise. No one expects that right here, right in the forest, other pilgrims opposite could occur. In my case it is even the first pilgrims that I see at all. Two tanned, cheerful people. His name is Raul, her name has escaped me, unfortunately.

you started running in August last year of Antwerp in Belgium to Santiago. On 6.ten December, two months ago today, they are then broken down in Santiago to retreat via Geneva. She will stay in Geneva with family, he will continue to return to Antwerp.

you warn me before the day tomorrow, which should lead to very icy roads and had been one of its most difficult stages. Then we say goodbye, Ultreia !

in the next couple weeks, I more often their names refer to the pilgrim books, after felting in churches and gites in France.

When I walk around at their own pace, so I'm in about two months in Santiago, at the 10th April.



St-Sauveur-en-Rue on the pass line. I think I need to pass, just below the fog, which is visible from here.



The forest is gorgeous. Close to forest workers are heard, with chainsaws and heavy equipment.



Here cross the GR7 and GR65, including the GR42 through this area, I must So take good care of the markers. Now I am in the mist, then it probably can not all be too far.



The snow is deep ...



... and dense fog.



With this image size, it is perhaps not quite to advantage. The yellow lichen on the trunk of the tree lights in the otherwise white surface.



Les-Setoux , a small farming village in 1142 Hm I'm glad to have finally arrived. In this fog I do not wish to run in the big woods. This saves me so far, fortunately remained. For safety, I'm attending a compass and orient myself in this weather regularly on the map. In the (real) mountains I've seen weather conditions and upheavals that have made a policy almost impossible, even with a compass and map.
physical exhaustion and fatigue are factors that should not be underestimated. You have to concentrate all day on his way. Some of the small shell icons or the red-white trail markers are covered in snow, placed partly on the ground on stones. In the summer, to see great, now invisible.



food and bed. Just what I need. The Gite has actually Open all year, as it is in the guidebook. I get a bed in a community building. Whether I was making up, if anyone is sleeping in the room? Of course not. Later comes a 25-year-old forestry worker, driver of the wooden machine that I've heard this afternoon. He is very proud of his work. He is from St-Étienne, a week sleeping on the Gite, on weekends, he drives home.
dinner he will not go with me, he knew the map by heart. Menu du jour , daily menu of French home cooking with lots Vin de Pays , the red table wine.
The night's sleep is sure.

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Tag 16: Setoux (F)-St.Jeures (F), 8 am, -5 ° C



go after a restful night in a little too short, I bed to breakfast to the inn. Bread, coffee and cake. I usually have breakfast and a piece of bread with honey in the room and then go drink a coffee. Today, then a proper breakfast. Last night and this morning I am the only guest, and was well supplied and more than adequate. I thank the hostess, who is also coaching the Gite.
Full of energy, it goes in the cold on the road. At the well left of the picture yet, I fill my water bottle.



The sun came out this morning at its best with beautiful color games.



The air is icy cold. Unlike the last few days it's a dry cold. I do not feel cold as unpleasant as it does not creep into every crevice, like a cold fog. With this weather there is usually a very good distance vision, so even today.



The Raul said yesterday well with difficult road conditions. The road is completely covered with ice and impassable. Even the snow on the edge left by the wayside is totally frozen. It remains for me after a few attempts have no other choice than the right to climb over the barbed wire and run in deep snow.



Here appearances are deceptive, the way is icy. The thin layer of snow covered parts of the Eisstellen. The ice can be seen through the frozen mud sometimes quite brown, and as such is difficult.



It's still wonderful to be here in this silence. Sometimes I hear in the distance, the forest workers, otherwise it is very quiet.



It goes through forests, in deeper layers of the trees are free of snow.
similar So well were the areas that have withdrawn hermit to live alone, in accordance with the nature.



An old mill on the valley floor, probably a sawmill. Water and wood are plentiful.



Then again foggy. At night it would be difficult to run well here. missed a signpost, and one could easily spend hours running in circles without realizing it.



a crossroads, even laid down flowers. In Germany, the simple crosses are on the road often atonement crosses or stones murder in France, they will probably have a similar function.

"atonement crosses are monuments of medieval law. They were a fulfillment of contracts of atonement, which closed between two warring parties were to end a blood feud for an act committed murder or manslaughter. The majority of atonement crosses is designed in a cross, often is the murder weapon or a device of the professional typical disembodied carved into the stone. In rare cases there are embarked dates. Text refers to any real atonement cross from the 13th-16. Century. The simple peasant could not read it anyway, so dominated by image representations. With the introduction of the cervical court order of Emperor Charles V in 1533, private arrangements were no longer tolerated, in its place, the ordinary court which sentenced the offender under the new law. With the introduction of this new law the atonement of Treaties was officially abolished lived, but according to local custom or 16th through the whole Century continued, until the 17th Century speaks out against them. " (Source http://www.suehnekreuz.de)



still life.



a bike lane! Many pilgrims make the pilgrimage route by bicycle. Whether it's that time of year bicycle pilgrimage there?



horses in the pasture, I can not see from here their race. There will be a local race, cold-sensitive and not afraid.



Tence , Haute-Loire, Région Auvergne , 2,900 inhabitants.

Before I came am by Montfaucon-en-Velay , there have been at a cafe, the path planning for today and tomorrow. If I create more than Tence today, tomorrow I can probably go to Le-Puy-enVelay. There I will take a break and look at me in silence the city.
Tence is a beautiful place, I wonder if I should stay for one night. I decisionmaking but instead move on. The route from here to Le-Puy is too big for a stage and too small for two. In retrospect, this is
planning be a mistake.

The first card is by now, I personally used the card number 50 ( Carte de Promenade , St-Etienne - Le-Puy-En-Velay, 1:100,000 from Institut Géographique National, IGN ).



Tence from the river Lignon out.



Then the trail climbs back out of the valley. My feet hurt a bit and I'm tired. There were in addition to the pure distance some meters today, I sit in my bones. to go from here about ten kilometers. The goal is St-Jeures, a year-round Gite. It is now shortly after 15 clock. Depending on the way condition I create about 4 km per hour. I would like to be there 17 clock, so that in any case someone is to be found. So put on pace.



It is getting colder, the wind freshened.



Le croix de Couvet reads the inscription. The Cross of Couvet on Chemin de Saint Jacques de Compostella , the St. James.



St-Jeures ! I sweat and evaporate happy to rest on me.
The small sign on the table does not escape me. Prohibition signs on signposts me as a historical conscious Germans are not particularly sympathetic, even if I only the sense to understand.

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The matron of the gite leads a small grocery store. I stumble into the store and ask if I might have the key. Non , ferme. Not again, such an action as in Montgontier, but it remains. I look at the clock a few minutes to five. Today I can not make it, again dranzuhängen half a leg. Across the street is le Mairie, the mayor's office. Fortunately, another lady is there. I describe the situation and represents her that I was not allowed in the gite and that for me it was not possible today to go further still. Further back in place would be an accommodation, she says, and hopes with a glance at the clock that I would go. I ask them to call there, what it does then. No one is declining. Then she said I should try it again when Gite, the matron had let me in. I make it clear that I come back and sleep with her in front of the office, if the gite is closed for me. When I go I still see that she answers the phone. It calls safely to the matron.
When I come to the store and politely ask again, may I also would really. In gratitude I buy a present for my relationships properly. To know

A roof over your head is a fine thing. Some things you have to miss from time to time to recognize their value. When we come to the Gite, I'm thrilled. Although it is cold, but it has a fireplace and even firewood. The matron would turn on the fire begins to sweep the floor and to put some tables. Therefore, they did not open well. I help her and take over the fire. When she leaves, she smiles even briefly.



first time I have a kitchen. I need food establishment, but I have cooked spaghetti Bolognese. Spaghetti 250g, 200g minced beef, 1 onion , a few cloves garlic and a bottle of wine. The evening is successful.

The sleep afterwards but less. I sleep but a well and got the necessary bed, too heavy, and fatigue. But then I wake up and lie awake. The belly is too full, aching feet.