From pauper to prince
It's amazing, isn't it. Life, I mean. We're only into day two of what I hope will be a journey that'll take us all the way to Keady, and we have experienced such extremes. Last night, we slept in what can what can only be described as basic and extremely uncomfortable conditions, what with the cold and not having had anything substantial to eat after a 38km walk, and 1700m ascent. Today, after a slightly frustrating search for a new place to pitch our tents, we were invited by a lovely retired couple to sleep in the little house at the end of their garden. They gave us beer, they gave us Zirbenschnaps, we sat and talked with them in the garden for ages, they are going to give us breakfast in the morning to set us up for the climb ahead, they're even going to let us shower if we want... and I think we want. Anyway people, that's, I suppose, the message of the day: Open your doors and let the people in. It has certainly reinforced my faith in human nature. Sepp and Michi are already snoring away in the little hut at the bottom of the garden, and I think my click click on the keyboard might stir them from their sweet slumber. I will therefore turn in myself and let my own body recover from the aches and pains suffered over the last couple of days. Good night.