Lost In France

Four and a half months of hiking and trekking through different countries and environments, never have we gotten lost for more than five minutes. Until now…

We are walking Grand Route 7 and to be clear there’s several hundreds of Grand Routes and all are marked the same. Red and white markings and very seldom they actually write which one you are following at the moment. These routes sometimes correlate and then separate again after a while, now you can see our problem. We ended up walking 7 kilometers in the opposite direction, nevertheless it was a great adventure and we spent our night beside a castle (homebuilt).

We feel like it has been less trash along the hiking trails but as soon as you get close to even the smallest village or even a farm we end up filling at least one bag.

Another thing we find a lot of here in France is insects, a lot of beautiful insects. Also blueberry trenches are very common, perfect to snack on while walking.

Yesterday we left a camping site in Fay-Sur-Lignon, a very small village. We thought we had found a calm escape for the night to come but we were so wrong. We didn’t sleep at all during the whole night, apparently there was a student ball in the village that night and there were even fireworks. Of course it was the night before the French National Day and that day they would have a Celtic Market in the village so we decided to stay one more night, at least to rest. It was however dedicated to the locals so there was not much we could participate in.

French culture is not hard to point out; the rumors are mostly true even. They eat a lot of cheese, people actually walk down the streets with a baguette in their hand and of course they eat picnics in the nature. Even if they have to take the car out to the forest with a table and some chairs they do it, only to enjoy the nature a little bit more.