In France

I have started the 17 of April, it was a thursday, the weather was cold, cloudy... But I remember it was full of sun in my head !
Goodbye my parents, goodbye my family, a last look at the turn, and let's go.

I have spend 15 days in France, walking on the National Ways of Hiking : so, I was all the day in the mountains, in the forest, meeting a very few people, in the calm and silent... very nice ! Like holidays, with marvelous landscape.
For the bad side, the bag was too heavy, and during the first 10 days, all my body asked for mercy : muscles, articulations... the time to get used to my new conditions.
At first, there was a lot of rain, and once, I waked up under the snow who had fallen during the night. This weather wasn't for help me, and İ was an beginner (newby ?) in camp rough. Nights was horribly cold between 2H and 8H, time to wake up.
İ have learned to reach every evening for a quiet place in the wood, far of everybody, to not disturb, of course, but above all to not to be disturbing in my retreat !!! I loved this sensation to be far of the world, like in a green desert...
So, every days was the same thing : wake up at 8H (more or less), starting 1 hour later (the time to eat, make the bag, and fold up the tent), and let's go. I walked as a could, until 12 o'clock, tryed to eat a sandwich somewhere at the edge of the way, and started again until 17 or 18 pm...
On the first days, I don't have done more than 20 kilometers per days, but arriving on Geneve, İ was able to walk 30 kilometers without problems.

And I have passed the border of Switzerland the 1st of May 2008