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Tag 5 Seix
Zurück in der Großstadt. Seix hat immerhin fast 900 Einwohner. Es gibt eine Burg, eine alte Kirche, einen Bankomat (der Grund für meinen Unweg) und jede Menge Touristen und alles, was es braucht um selbige zu erheitern. Dazu gehört z.B. die "Auberge du Haut Salat". Meine Unterkunft mit Bettwäsche und Handtüchern ist traumhaft. Außerdem gibt ein Restaurant mit Essen a La Carte und gerade wird hier wunderbarer Jazz live gespielt.
Auch die Füße entspannen sich nach dem heutigen Gewaltmarsch (35 km, etwa 1300 Höhenmeter hinauf und 8.5 h) und wer jetzt von dem großen Abenteuer des heutigen Tages lesen möchte, der muss jetzt auch den englischen Teil weiterlesen.
Die Farbe des Tages war übrigens grün und rosa.
Since I took yesterday the variation of the GR10, I had to walk today another 5h on the variation GR10e to get back to the main route. From there it was another 3,4 h to Seix.
The variation was in parts a nightmare. It mainly went through the woods. The trail was badly signed and not well maintained. Large parts were covered with stinging nettles and thorny blackberry bushes. Huge mud pools in between didn't make it really enjoyable.
At certain point I got (for the first time that I am here) completely lost and only my GPS helped me out after 30 minutes of fighting though the jungle in the end. My legs and arms are completely scratched.
Anyway, parts of the trail were also quite nice. The forest looked mystically and I did not see any other hiker all day.
Instead, I met something else: when I was close to Esbints, I walked a path that was on the left hand side bordered by a forest and on the right hand there was a slope/ ditch of 1-2 m downhill and below that was a thicket of bushes. Suddenly I heard something massive that moved through the bushes. First, I thought it might be a cow, but it moved too quickly towards me. Then it made a noise: a fuggy grumble. This was not a cow! My heart was beating: it must be a bear. What shall I do? I decided for making noise. The bear would hopefully run away when I showed him my poles and clang them together. But no. The "being" still came closer. It snorted. I walked faster. It was running right next to me-separated only by the little ditch. Finally, I could see it: a huge, pink pig.
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Daimon A pig bear rather than a a big bear. These are interesting mountains!
zaphod Ha ein Bär!!! Ich wusste es ja!!! Es gibt bestimmt auch rosa Bären!!!