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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.

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Tag 17: St.Jeures (F)-Le-Puy-En-Velay (F), 10 am, -4 ° C



again today comes a long day, I am at my first destination, Le-Puy-en-Velay. I have three goals that I want to see you and I look forward to:

first Le-Puy-en-Velay because it is the historic gathering place for pilgrims from southern Germany and the countries in the Alps.

second Burgos because it has a fantastic cathedral. Burgos is unimaginable for me so far away on foot, it seems almost unreal to run, want to go there. And when you are there, it's just a way station. This idea fascinates me.

third Leon because it has a nice name - and also a beautiful cathedral.

to Santiago de Compostela itself, I do not have a internal relationship or expectations, I have also informed me about not special. Neither of the other places in between. I would like to save me for his own experience. In preparation I was rather important, as I have mentally set to run all the way to. Also, as we can without harm as a family with young children a long separation. Finally, my equipment was very important. I want to take any risks such as me to bargain for incorrect shoes serious foot problems or to get my clothes because of poor pulmonary inflammation.

Everything else will tell.



The landscape changed, is harsher.



The landscape of the Velay is marked by volcanism. I think the first witnesses of whom have a suspect in front of me and a crater in the forest top.



Araules , Région Auvergne, Haute-Loire. I am very early closed the road that day, everything is in place yet.



Santiago1551 km. The mileage data now appear to be consistent and in line with my estimates.



lonely homesteads on the road. In most Towns and farms are dogs that bark at you and extensively passersby. The majority are on leash or confined to their farms. Only rarely stray dog or are on the street outside the courts. I have so far not had any problems with the dogs, but I am cautious.



It must have been cold in his last time with many snowfalls. The snow is knee-deep when I leave the track.
I've also run the first time. Four dogs from two adjacent farms rob me shortly after the court's attention in the previous picture. They come in races from their farms and increase the follows into their threatening gestures that I left out of sheer and right turn strike the wrong way. Hunting dogs have an interesting strategy. They are distributed on all sides, then someone comes from behind, with slightly less than the yapping from the front. They came no closer than two feet of me, but with teeth showing and a lot of hair places. Whether this safe distance, or just lay on my roar respect for people, I know they will not. To
not again vorbeizumüssen the mutts, I'm a supposed to shortcut way back on track. It cost me but then half an hour to find the path. And trudge too much strength to sprint without snow.



Today I'm on the highest point of the Via Gebennensis and cross the mountain range Massif du Meygal .



The pass at the place Raffy 1276 Hm, a cross-country skiing area.



The pass is behind me. With my right foot is something wrong. When lifting of the foot I have a dull pain in the shin and ankle. I try to treat with early position while walking the foot some rest. According to Le-Puy is out there so all downhill, I console myself. That the landscape is very prominent, conceal myself in front of me.

Looking at the landscape goes to my heart. The volcanoes are now definitely!



Queyrières , 285 inhabitants. Here, too, I encounter a couple of dogs. I'm ready for tomorrow with dogs that have previously cost me half an hour. This corresponds to smooth 2 km! When they fly a few chunks of ice and rocks around the ears, they go to great distance. Aha, so it goes here.



Gusseiserenes cross on the church in the village.



The small church in Queyrières is closed. I go around the corner, and believe my eyes:



Right in the city next to the church a basalt organ! One of my dream
geological objects. Perfectly hexagonal-shaped rocks, put together like glue. It is crystallized magma that solidifies in a crater. The vent itself, aussenrum was removed by erosion. The basalt in the interior is much harder, and thus remained available.



A wonderful miracle of nature!



look back at Queyrières. In addition to live a basalt organ is certainly something special. Direct polarity with the Earth's interior.



Then it goes downhill.



The usual signposts; here in the doubles. Shell and GR65-Markiereung.



This is not a creek bed. This is actually the St. James. In the valley the snow melts. The water can not seep into the frozen ground, and flows from the surface.



Another volcano. The snow in lower elevations melted a large extent.



The slate is also of volcanic origin. Two old trucks, as they were used for the transport of the split pieces standing on the roadside. The large wheels to prevent the cars remain stuck in any small or medium-sized pothole.

In my mind's eye I see such cars in the plague. A dissolute person with his clothes torn to collect a dead to bury them. I must have at some time have seen such presentations.



A simple stone cross with a corpus.



St-Julien-Chapteuil , Région Auvergne Haute-Loire, 1800 inhabitants, is situated on 815 Hm



From a distance I see the imposing church on a volcano. The namesake of the village church, Saint Julien dates from the 12th century, a font is even from the 8th Century, at the time of Charlemagne.

I drink a coffee, it is early afternoon. That is the advantage to early starts. My right shin hurts right now, it's not the walk itself I wonder if I should stay or go. Today there were 18 km, which is really too little to me. Also opens the gite is only from four people, in the guidebook. Le-Puy has apparently been burned into my head, I assume the last argument of control and make up my mind to go on.



So go ahead, another 18 km are on the program. Teeth bite will be all right. Before me, a few houses and a large boulder.



see up close, I then, still a basalt organ. A little weathered, but still fantastic.



It goes through a deep valley. Nordic Walking Seniors A group encourages me to excel. You gasp and pant up the increase. run for 15 days, I am quite fit and seems to literally fly past them, despite the throbbing shin.
Once at the top far view.



agriculture is operating here and obviously intense. The water from the well is covered with algae and disgusting that I do not drink it. It's not yet occurred on this Tour.

is difficult to drink enough for the season. Many wells are shut down, so they do not freeze. The water in my water bottle a few times frozen. Either arrived pieces of ice or nothing when it was frozen.
Big Swallow is to make anyway, the water is too cold to do so. So I have to much to drink in the evening, the accommodation, but so can the loss of water of the day barely compensate.



St-Germain-Laprade , last stop before Le-Puy. 2800 residents.



In the church of Saint-Germain. The fair-faced church interior has a very unique flair.



The church has a strange, roofless tower, which looks more like a tower than a church tower.

Now comes the tibia from the right, I Humpl more than that I walk. I am looking for a hotel. The local government certifies unmoved, that in this place with almost no accommodation is below 300 inhabitants, not even privately.

Phew, I'm me into what happens to the main stages of the last days. Fortunately, a bakery was open to me now is right. Chocolate is supposed to make you happy. So her with it! In fifteen minutes I hunt me thousands of calories pure happiness maker.



And again. The foot is ignored, but should he make what he wants.



Knirsch ... he should do what he wants ...



... and he does what he wants. My goodness!



Montjoie! Mountain of joy! The point at which you first saw Le-Puy.



front in the valley, the goal is almost within reach. Le-Puy!



look back. Behind the mountains in the back row, which is hard to see, I am now starting tomorrow. I am proud on me. You can afford it rather than you expected. If I am here, at this point, this morning someone had said I would go there right behind the horizon and beyond-that's only the Massif du Meygal, I would not have believed him.



forward, not too early, it now runs a few kilometers. And not the most beautiful kilometer access road so directly next to the. On the cone in the background the statue can be seen, my goal for today. And at least tomorrow.



an old Roman bridge over the Loire. Apparently there were major floods regularly, it is much room left for water masses.



The bridge has pointed pillar, to be able to withstand high water and ice better. Whether, the resulting space in the niches left and right on the bridge for inspection, sale or has been used simply to dodge, I do not know. I see it more often later on Roman bridges.



Then it's ready. I'm in Le-Puy-En-Velay . The smelly and noisy traffic on the access roads bothers me. Why people do not run or ride a bicycle?



Saint-Michel-d'Aiguilhe , I'm speechless.



The statue of Mary and Saint-Michel-d'Aiguilhe at dusk. I am happy - and exhausted!

Nothing to see more of signposts. Have I lost? Now, at the end of the long day? I find the help of some passers-by Gite, he has opened.

tired to go shopping and cooking, I eat peanuts and put up your feet.

sleep.