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And I would walk 500 miles... (6.10.02)

When I woke up this morning, my first thought was not Hmmm, how about I walk until my feet fall off? And yet I did. I will miss those feet, as I've had them for quite a while and have grown rather attached.

Jennifer suggested last night that we go for a bike ride or a walk around the area, so we met up at 10am today. Finding no bike rental shops open, we set off on foot. We walked through Cusset and out the other side, throught a mountainous forest area that reminded me of Le pacte des loups. Every time a twig snapped, I thought it was a horrible wolf-beast coming to get me. But other than the terror and all, it was very pretty, because the road we were on (or were jumping off of, when cars came by) followed the river.

We kept on that road, waiting to come to a town where we could eat, but after 12 kilometers, it was looking pretty desolate. Finally we decided to walk 3 more kilometers to Molles, which - judging from the road signs - seemed to be a town where we could find somewhere to sit down and buy drinks to go with the sandwiches we'd brought. The other advantage was that unlike La Chapelle, which was 3.5km away, Molles was downhill. So we set off.

Yes, it was downhill. For about 1km. Then we got to climb uphill the rest of the way, tired and hungry. All of this wouldn't have been so bad if it hadn't started to rain. We arrived in Molles, and then it was a question of finding somewhere, in this small town, that was open on a Sunday afternoon. We ducked into a bar and had coffee and Coke and squatted there until the rain stopped. They were quite interested to find out that three Americans had come to Molles and even moreso to learn that we had walked the 15km from Vichy to get there.

To get back, we took a more direct 10km route on bigger roads. There were more cars to dodge, but there were more cows to moo at, too. Although we've never seen it, the cows and rolling hills reminded us of our mental image of the English countryside. One of the girls remarked that we should have been wearing Jane-Austen-era clothes as we traipsed across the countryside. I thought Becky would have liked that.

I came home and had dinner and put my feet up. Ouch!

srah - Monday, 7 October 2002 - 4:54 AM
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