During breakfast we are startled by a loud noise coming from the forest behind us. Agitated footsteps wake us from our morning dream. With bated breath we stare at the forest, where all the uproar is coming from. The crowns of the trees move wildly back and forth. Confused we look at each other. We …
The socks we hung outside to dry last night are even wetter this morning than they were yesterday. Embedded by two rivers and well tucked under thick foliage and between high ferns, we have put our tent in probably the most humid place of all of Corsica. Even inside the tent the condensation couldn’t escape …
When I open the tent in the morning, I see that the morning sun has set a few white cloud streaks on fire. Behind the tent, the highest mountains are also catching some sun rays. Under the burning clouds their tops dress up in a beautiful orange-red color. During breakfast the cows awaken. Curiously they …
Some early birds – literally – accompany us polyphoniccaly to the foot of a mountain. With bated breath we listen to the endearing birdsongs, which, like a magic spell, suck us deeper and deeper into the forest. The golden-yellow rays of the awakening morning sun break with tight stripes through the thick foliage. Could a …
We sleep in until half past eight and then wipe the sleep out of our eyes with a cup of coffee and a fresh chocolate roll. Our energy has been replenished. So it is high time to burn those calories again. And that doesn’t take too long, because the trail immediately goes uphill after we …
