Luxembourg Matthew Mellor, England, I will tell you how I spent in Luxembourg and a half weeks. Those who believe that this is a very small country and drive a car, it can be literally an hour, my advice - try to go the distance on foot! From the Belgian town of Bourg-Royland I walked down the valley through the woods and climbed the hill, from where he first saw Luxembourg. Before you enter into the territory of the Grand Duchy, I stopped for lunch in the charming village of Uren. On the whole village had only one store, brim full of fishing gear, and as if by chance there selling food. Castle Vianden reached the river of Ur, I crossed the border into the very place where repressed borders Belgium, Luxembourg and Germany, and then another 4:00 went to the river bank. On the way, I met only one person. Walk became more fun when the road went on rocky ledges, and several times I even had to climb over fallen tree trunks. I arrived as intended, in the town of Pont Dasburg and realized that he found himself in the backwoods, where buses do not go, and almost no chance to catch a ride to. Despite this, I decided not to give up. Today I walked 30 km, and the day was already on the wane, so I found a small hotel. Unfortunately, it was closed on Tuesdays. When I was quite desperate, I helped a German couple. I must have looked very lonely, and so they decided to throw me to the nearest city, although for this they had to turn around and go in the opposite direction. I was uncomfortable but I accepted their help. Travel far we have not had. Fortunately, nearby was a bar with rooms for the night. I warmly thanked his well-wishers for their help and lay down to sleep in the room. Diekirch, sculpture "Boy, revolving tail symbol of" Lying in bed, feeling heaviness in the arms and legs after a nine-hour walk and traveled 35 kilometers, I pondered the meaning of saying "what does not kill - tempers. Noting to myself that I managed to stay alive, I am regarded as a great happiness that I have such good physical shape. I began to wonder how a seasoned camp. But waking up, I realized that the only consequence of yesterday's load were aching muscles and frustration to those who invented such a stupid saying. Beaufort Castle segment of the path from village to commune Unterayzenbah Vianden was just a killer, although the extent he was only 20 km. This was the route for the masochist, as a pedestrian on the road was very steep slopes along the river, and I had something to climb, then descend from a height of approximately 200 meters. People who paved this road, were obviously in some special state of mind which led them to the following thoughts: "It was terrible cliff, let's climb straight up, ready to compete at the top there is something to see." (And to their credit, on top really opens a good view). So, in this hot and sunny day, I climbed the slopes of the hills up and down, periodically went by quietly watching the bottom machine. Eventually, I overcame a steep climb the last hill and came down in a trailer the funicular, which carries people to admire the views from the platform above Viandenom. From there I went to explore the castle, which sits atop a hill above the town. During the past 30 years the castle has been renovated and now looks like he got here from a fairy tale. After seeing everything as it should be true tourist, I went on a youth tourist base, and then honored at a dinner in the village. Amphitheater in the woods the next morning there was one significant event for me. I threw my jeans. In size they are now only slightly failed to reach clown, which meant that for the month of travel I've lost weight, and you know, I felt much better for it. Segment of the path of Vianden Diekirch to commune / Gilsdorf was pretty easy. First he ran on a bike path, and then brought me to the back roads, where the asphalt was melted in the heat and stuck to the soles of shoes. Reaching the Diekirch, I looked around and found a quiet place to work on the blog. What looked like an internet cafe, was a haven for all sorts of people with all sorts of problems. I tried very hard to find in that at least some hint of irony, but nothing I did not. Read more:
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