The Fanta Pants Diaries

The hike. You know what I’m talking about….

Snow. Wow, hey look, there’s some snow. Man, I hope we get to see some more later.view image

The Path Ahead. Walking up a valley between two huge mountain ranges. Cool.view image

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I pointed to the three dimensional map; “How long to hike this section?”

“5 to 6 hours” the old guy in the mountain hiking information centre replied. “But the snow line is down at 1700 metres. This chalet,” he pointed to the mountain chalet we were thinking of staying in, “is at 1960 metres. And this peak,” he moved his finger to the highest peak we would have to pass, “is over 2300 metres.”

“Hmmmm,” I put my thumb and forefinger to my chin, and pushed my eyes skywards. “Well, you see, I don’t really have any hiking shoes. All I have are these,” I lifted my ankle up with my hand, showing off my every day low-cut shoes, the ones that got me safely up and down Mount Vogel in Slovenia. The old man looked at my shoes, then turned his eyes to me, doubt screaming out from his silent face. “Not so good?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Snow up to here.” Here was where he put his hand, which was just below his knee. Yikes.

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From Eger, Bec and I planned to head north, across the Slovakian border, and to the city of Košice. Unsure whether to get a train or a bus, we sussed out the options for both. We tracked down a train ... [Continue reading this entry]