Nothings fills my heart with despair quite as much as hiking in the middle of nowhere and coming across litter. I cannot imagine hiking for a couple of hours in beautiful scenery and then just throwing my empty can on the ground. I believe in thinking big, but acting locally. I'm probably not the most … Continue reading For the love of Nature
I have stated before in Tale from the trail (4): things are not always as they seem that I learned the hard way that things are not always as they seem. Well, it happened more than one time... For those of you who read all my posts: I am not as naive as I sound, I swear. … Continue reading Tale from the trail (5): things are not always as they seem (bis)
Everyone who ever packed a bag for a hike or backpacking trip knows the pain and joy of packing. I must have packed, re-packed and packed again for about 15 times before I was satisfied. As I explained previously, I left for my first hike in kind of a rush. It's not as if I … Continue reading What was in my pack? (Wales Coast Path)
While hiking the Wales Coast Path I learned the hard way that 'things are not always as they seem'. Sometimes it was a pleasant surprise, other times... well, not so much. This time I was in for a combination of both. After a bit of an eventful journey to get to Wales, I was happy to … Continue reading Tale from the trail (4): things are not always as they seem
This story goes to show what a small world we live in. While I was hiking the Wales Coast Path I often relied on strangers to drive me into town or back out on the trail, as most of the towns were more inland. I can’t remember all of those rides, but one in particular … Continue reading Tale from the trail (2): it’s a small world
My boyfriend took me on a weekend getaway to les Hautes Fagnes. It was one of those perfect little escapes from our daily life. This time everything went wrong, only so it could go perfectly right. Bear with me I’ll explain just what I mean by this. Packing my bag I was thinking about the … Continue reading About last weekend
After checking in my luggage and saying my goodbyes. I started wandering around the airport. I was early, I am always early. I was browsing the book store when I heard a familiar name on the speakers.
I was mindlessly surfing the internet when I came across a Facebook post that made my heart race and seemed to call out my name.
As I explained in 'Why I started hiking' and 'Confession: I didn't train for my hike', I didn't finish the whole path but I never mentioned how far I actually got. I think it is about time I shared a bit more details. I started hiking in Chester, a lively city near the border of Wales. … Continue reading Wales Coast Path: overview
I decided to start that first hike on a whim. It was the best decision I could have made at the time, but besides a five kilometer walk to my grandparents, I didn't get to doing any training. When I started the Wales Coast Path I had never hiked for longer than two hours, didn't … Continue reading Confession: I didn’t train for my hike