Wanderers nightmar

Wanderers nightmar

Stop, say the regional marketers and tourism managers: that’s not the way to do it. The hiker who keeps up with the times does not simply follow his nose through the french countryside. Womoglich with no more than the butterstulle and the thermos bottle in the ranzlein. Thus he refuses the regional appreciation and the valorization of the cultural-historical peculiarities. Anarchism or worse with the backpack.

Hiking is an event, an event needs to be planned. You can’t do that without GPS coordinates and the app on your smartphone, you need a direct link to the facebook page "zum heil’gen veit von staffelstein" and the matching sound on the i-pod: valeri, valera! This pleases the wanderer.

Woe betide! So I have to trot sideways through the forest as a rowdy little sheep." Nothing there! There should not be a single tree here in france that does not have at least one sign on it: mainweg, weinweg, keinweg. Our way. My way(s).

Wanderer’s nightmare: he wanted to grow wings.