Today Madeira. Earlier this year, the Isle of Man, Bornholm. Long after my months of serious walking in the Alps. So different, in every aspect. But I want to walk. I will not give up.
Wednesday, 22 August 2012
I had problems finding rifugio Vieux Crest at first, it is nestled into Crest and I hadn't dared hope it wouldn't be one of those old houses, but it is. It isn't really a rifugio though, I was almost afraid to enter at first, it seems more like an expensive hotel than a mountain hut. It is an extraordinary place with very nice staff, a slightly mad michelin star chef and an alternative looking waitress that plays chill-out music all the time. They feed the cats that belong to nobody and are extremely relaxed. I had a leek, potato and cheese soup with freshly made herb croutons that was absolutely delicious. Now I'm sitting in the Wi-Fi area, drinking a glass of lovely white wine and waiting for Maurizio, who is joining me here to walk two days with me.
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