The tricky bit after getting to the top of Switzerland and staying in the hospice up at the Grand Saint Bernard Pass, was getting down into Italy.
After breakfast of stale bread and jam, Heinz and I ventured out in search of a road that was hidden in snow…..
There was our friend Armind (Swiss)in snow shoes, Heinz (German)had his poles…. and I had my Hokas. All fair 😉
The first couple of kilometres took over an hour… Then it was another 7 Kms on the Garmin to get down to the tree line.
After that I warmed up and looked forward to being able to see some sort of view.
I spent most of the day with Heinz but we managed to lose each other and I ventured out again on my own. It had been the perfect time to find him and do the spooky stuff together. We will stay in touch. A super guy. Really appreciated his company.
As I near Aoasta, I realise my accommodation selection is limited. I had emailed a place at Nus, but the email had bounced back. A woman came up beside me as I was checking choices in my book and wouldn’t leave me alone. She asked if I was a pilgrim (which sort of sounds hypocritical if I say yes) and didn’t leave my side for an hour. She had us in the Tourist info dialling monasteries until I was locked up with Jesus on a cross over my bed. Do I really look like I need help? (notice lack of selfies… I probs do…)