The walking in Switzerland has become progressively more demanding as the path continues through Switzerland’s central region. Whereas in Bavaria there were short stretches of steep walking; in Switzerland the up and down walking is constant and gruelling on the legs and ankles.
Yesterday at around noon I began feeling nauseous as I walked up 200 metres and then down 200 metres (repeat) and in the glaring blue sky sun. I felt it more and more difficult to walk and eventually in the early evening I could hardly walk at all: the pain in my legs and ankles and the complete lack of energy was overwhelming.
“Only 1.5 more hours of walking to arrive to Burgdorf” I said to myself, as I hobbled on with my walking stick:
When I arrived to Burgdorf I asked around for a monastery. No monastery. Then I followed word of mouth directions to the catholic church and there at the door of the priest’s house were Rosemary and Mark. I explained that I was in need of a spot to sleep for the night and they very kindly invited me to bed down in my sleeping bag on the floor of the adjoining school:
They also very kindly invited me in for evening meal: the soup and local beer was delicious and my body thanked me for a switch from the bread and cheese diet which has become my daily mantra since arriving in Switzerland:
This morning I woke up with ankles tight and aching.
I had no energy to walk; physically and mentally.
Mark and Rosemary very nicely agreed that I can stay on for another day in the school classroom – at my request – so that I can gain rest and wake tomorrow morning feeling fresh and ready to continue the walk.