Category: Europe

  • Moscow, Russia

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    When time came to fly from Vilnius, Lithuania, to Moscow, the competitive leader was Aeroflot Russian airlines. I got a lot of kidding about how awful this would be. The reality was rather different. I flew on a new, Russian-made jet, quite comfortable, with an attentive, efficient crew, and even a sandwich and drink on the 1 ½ hour flight. The flight and landing were impeccable. We should not let our ideas lead us to have unrealistic views of other countries. Russia certainly has problems (who does not!) but it also is a strong, capable country not to be underestimated. The Russian people have survived many wars, and are tough and resilient. Let us hope that we do not renew the Cold War.

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    I’ve arrived in Moscow, Russia for the first time. Moscow is such a big, historic city that many books have been written about it. I will not attempt to make a guide to Moscow, just put up some photos and make a few comments to give you a taste of what Moscow is like. With more than 12 million people, it is quite a bustling place.

    I’m staying a block from Red Square, the center of ancient Moscow. The Kremlin: it means wooden fortress, which is what was first built here in 1156, 860 years ago. Upgraded to limestone in 1367 to withstand Mongol raids.

    Napolean invaded Russia, and actually occupied Moscow briefly. The Russian response was to burn down ⅔ of Moscow to deprive the French of a place to stay. Faced with the oncoming Russian winter, he had to retreat, and by the time they made it back to France, only 30,000 of the 600,000 troops he started with made it out alive. Hitler also made the mistake of thinking he could beat the Russian winter.

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    My first night, I ate dinner at Cafe Chekhov. Very traditional. Beef stroganoff and mashed potatoes, quite good! (Since then, I have eaten here several times more. Good food, great atmosphere)

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    Moscow is further north than any of the USA other than Alaska, and it is already chilly here in late September. Time to put on my silk long underwear, down jacket and warm gloves. Of course, locals are used to this, and simply dress warm. They know how to live in this climate.

    img_6482Lots of people out in the evening, even eating in sidewalk cafes! (Later, the weather warmed up a bit, and I even saw a blue sky day, and weather that was comfortable in the evening with a light sweater, quite pleasant.)

    Yes, those are chess pieces in the ad. Chess is almost a national sport here.

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    The subways here are extensive (12 lines) and possibly even deeper than Prague! They made some of the lines very deep for a special reason: to be bomb-proof. One station is actually 276 feet underground, meant to withstand a nuclear attack (by guess who). There are many long escalators to get up and down. One is over 400 feet long! This is the third biggest subway system in the world (Beijing and Shanghai are #1 and #2)

    If you buy a card with 20 trips encoded in it, it’s only about 45 cents to ride as far as you can go. I have one. Begun in the 1930s, it is one of the most extensive big city systems in the world, with 194 stations, 200 miles of track, and around 400 trains operating, carrying 6-9 million passengers a day, more than New York and London combined. There are trains every  minute and a half at peak times. Quite a system!

    (The more I ride the Moscow subways, the more I like the system. With trains every 1 ½ to 2 minutes, very fast train speeds, and easy transfers to other lines, travel is quick and easy. Somehow they seem to keep all these long, fast escalators working. That’s essential for a very deep subway.)

    (Note: a major guidebook says there are 9,000 trains operating a day. The mathematician in me was made uncomfortable by this number, so I did some simple calculations. If the trains are spaced 2 minutes apart at peak times, at most there should be around 600 trains on 200 miles of track at once. The trains are 6-8 cars long, so there might be several thousand subway cars, but I just don’t find 9,000 trains plausible. Wikipedia says there are about 3,300 cars in service every day, 6-8 per train, which would imply 4-500 trains. That is more plausible. Don’t believe everything you read! I think they meant almost 10,000 train trips a day, whatever that means)

    I also signed up for the bike borrowing program, which is about $9 for the week I’m here. I really enjoy being able to just grab a bike and cycle off. (Note: after cycling for awhile, I found Moscow to not be very bike friendly. In order to keep traffic moving freely, pedestrians mostly have to go down into underpasses to cross the many major streets. This is not easy for bikes (or baby carriages, for that matter! I have helped carry a baby carriage up out of the underpasses several times.)

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    The stations are elegant, the trains a bit old but clean and fast (note: not all are old. There are many newer ones, and all have padded seats, a very nice feature) Moscow is in the lead worldwide on electronic ticketing for the subways. You buy a card which serves as a monthly pass, or has 20 rides, etc. and touch it on the way in. Slick. Now, some credit cards in Moscow also let you in, automatically billing you monthly. Our transit systems need to do as well so it’s easy and fast to use public transit.

     

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    Subway station art. Russia decided to make the Moscow subway system a showpiece, and there are many attractive stations.

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    One challenge of using the Moscow subway system is that many signs list the destinations only in their Cyrillic spelling. This motivated me to learn a little Cyrillic pronounciation. I’ll show you the challenge it presents with two examples:

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    This is a common street sign at crosswalks. It is pronounced ‘Stop’

    So the C is an S sound, and the п is a P sound. Once you understand this, it’s easy.

     

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    By the way: every cross walk in Moscow has these kind of signals, which every technically capable country should have! They tell you how many seconds you have to walk, or how many seconds you must wait till you can walk. As a result, people by and large wait, rather than jaywalking.

    So here’s a harder one: a subway station name.

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    This is pronounced “Kro-pot-kin-sky-ya” and written in Roman alphabet “Kropotkinskaya” Once you learn that “ckaя” means “skaya”, it helps, as there are a lot of place names ending in this. (It means something like ‘region or area’) So if you want to go to here, or in this direction, you just look for this on the signs in the subway.

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    Part of the active Moscow street cleaning arsenal. Works in the snow, too, I guess. Russia’s agricultural roots are not far away.

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    Moscow puts a lot of effort into keeping the streets clean! It makes for pleasant walking.

     

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    The first three pictures are all on the subway. The last two pictures are of a girl visiting from southern China, and a visitor from South Korea.

    img_6680The colorful towers of St. Basil’s have become a symbol of Moscow. Originally, the towers were white with golden domes. Then about 400 years ago someone decided to jazz things up!

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    There was a time when one of these cannons could ruin your whole day. The one on this end was made in 1630, and was in use in wartime well before the United States came into being

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    This is the big guy, the Tsar’s cannon. I doubt it saw a lot of battle. My personal opinion is that it was likely made just to prove that the Tsar had the biggest balls.

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    The Church of Christ the Savior, the tallest Orthodox church in the world. The paintings on the walls and ceilings are amazing. I found this church more interesting inside than St. Basil’s.img_6710

     

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    Just across the street is the museum of 19th and 20th century art. It has a modest collection of impressionist paintings, worth visiting.
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    Seen in a shop window. Not too surprising.

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    The Armoury at the Kremlin is the home of Russia’s treasures, handed down from the Tsarist times. It is well worth a visit.

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    Those are not costume gems.
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    The last pictures are three young Moscow women and one father with his boy, all out on a nice September Sunday in the park.
    Next, I visited the ‘State Diamond Fund’, where the crown jewels are stored. And boy, do they have some amazing jewels. They also have super security. They make you turn off your cell phone, so you’re not tempted to take forbidden pictures. The security is so tight, there is no chance anyway. Your phone might be sent to the gulag. I’ll have to use a few pictures from the internet. There are huge diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, and nuggets of gold as big as a dinner plate. A must-see if you’re in Moscow. I have never bought or owned any diamonds or precious stones. My dear sweet wife did not require that to prove my enduring love, and wore a simple golden band we had custom-made. I now often wear it on a chain in her memory (not while traveling, lest it be stolen). Still, it is interesting to see the big stones.

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    Out for a walk, I encountered this duo doing some most unusual street music!

     

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    Today, I took a subway out to a big park. Moscow has quite a few big parks! Then I picked up a bicycle at the metro station, and rode around.

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    Near the metro exit was a cemetery. Many of the more recent tombstones have pictures. I guess someone figured out how to engrave them on the stone.

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    It was not crowded on a weekday morning. It was like a walk through a lovely fall forest.

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    I noticed quite a number of people searching the ground in the forest areas and picking up something. I thought perhaps mushrooms. However, they were collecting acorns! So I helped a little, and this man in return consented to a picture. I believe these are oak acorns. I don’t know if they are roasted and eaten. I don’t think they would be good raw, though certainly they are popular raw with squirrels.

    Tuesday, I’m attending a ballet performance at the historic Bolshoi Theater. That should be fun.

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    Uh-oh. World nomads don’t carry dress clothes. My blue sweater and athletic shoes are as good as it gets. I think I will be under-dressed. I’ll tell people I’m from the outback of Australia.

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    The stars of tonight’s ballet, “Jewels” by George Balanchine, music by Fauré, Stravinsky, and Tchaikovsky.

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    The girl pictured was handing out leaflets for a science-related program for kids. Russia has a high regard for science, something we seem to have lost in the USA recently.

    On the back, some of the events noted were: interactive exhibits, conversations with robots, lectures by Nobel Prize winners, laboratory tours, master classes, leading universities. Free admission. 90 sites in Moscow.

    If the USA does not regain respect for and support of science, we may find ourselves falling behind the rest of the technical world in time. Military power is not enough in the long run.

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    The ballet was exquisite! The Bolshoi Theatre is spectacular, and the troupe of 40 dancers were very graceful. The costuming and staging was dramatic, and the music perfect. It’s been a long time since I watched Mikhail Baryshnikov dance in San Francisco, what a treat! Ballet is the kind of fluid dancing most of us can only do in our dreams, but we can watch and imagine ourselves moving like that, with such grace and power and flexibility.

    I love staying a week or more in a new city, in an apartment in the center. It gives you the time to get out, walk, use the transit systems, and get to know the neighborhoods. I found the people of Moscow to be polite, quite open to questions (although you don’t find too many people fluent in English), and friendly and tolerant when you try your fledgling Russian phrases. Google Translate is essential. Google Maps helps with GPS and transit, but doesn’t always get addresses right in Moscow, and does not seem to consistently know how to route you around the subway system if you must transfer to get somewhere. I felt safe walking around the city, even carrying my iPad in hand. Everyone has a phone or tablet in hand! Moscow has much to offer, and I would consider spending a little more time here in the future. Perhaps next time I come to Russia, I can visit the other great city, St. Petersburg also.

    My time in Moscow is drawing to a close. Next, I fly Aeroflot to Delhi, which is one of the gateways for flights to Bhutan.

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  • Vilnius, Lithuania

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    I have come to Vilnius, Lithuania because my grandmother Anna Skinder was born here. I had not known of the long history of this prominent city of the Baltic area.

    One interesting thing I discovered: Vilnius has one of the fastest internet speeds available to the general public in the world. I asked a local official why. He said “so we can be competitive”. Something the USA should have been investing in instead of wars in the Middle East? A gigabit internet interstate ‘highway’ system? We are, sadly, far from #1 in this area.

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    My ancestors went to considerable effort to emigrate from this area to America. But times were hard then. Things are much better now. I have heard stories of Polish people abroad who have moved back.

    One travel book described Lithuania as ‘flat and fertile’. Lots of forest, lakes and farmland.

    There is a Polish joke that could easily apply to Lithuania as well:
    “When God was creating the world He said: “Ah yes, the Poles — I will give them a land of flowing with milk and honey, rich fields of grain, lush forests teeming with game, lakes and rivers full of fish, natural resources such as coal, copper, silver, and sulphur, scenic mountains, an impressive seacoast, rolling green meadows, beautiful flaxen-haired maidens and strong, hard-working lads for them to marry…”

    A little angel witnessing this thought process suddenly piped up: “But aren’t the Poles getting too much of a good thing?”

    To which God replies: “Not really. Just wait till you see who I give them for neighbors.”

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    This is the one historical city gate left “Mother of Mercy” (Mary). There are 60 churches in Vilnius. There is hardly a place to stand where you cannot see one.

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    My theory has been that my grandfather may have been from Vilnius, too. At the city registrar’s office, I had them search for Malinowski’s, and the fellow laughed and said, yes, lots of them here.

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    A rather unusual church, built of bricks.

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    The brick tracery on the ceiling is striking.

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    The first Ukrainian girl I’ve met. She and her boyfriend were out walking in the 45° morning. She said “It’s not that cold!”

    I guess others agree, as people were sitting in outdoor cafes:

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    Bundled up, they liked it outside! In late September here, highs are about 56°F, lows 41°F.  It gets  much colder later in the season, with intermittent snow, frozen lakes, and temperatures staying below freezing for long periods. But that’s just normal up north here.

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    I engaged a local English teacher to guide me around the old town. She took me over to see an artist’s colony ‘on the other side of the river’.

    Užupis is a neighborhood in Vilnius, the capital of Lithuania, largely located in Vilnius’ old town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Užupis means “the other side of the river” in the Lithuanian language and refers to the Vilnia River; the name Vilnius was derived from the Vilnia. The district has been popular with artists for some time, and has been compared to Montmartre in Paris and to Freetown Christiania in Copenhagen, due to its bohemic and laissez-faire atmosphere. On April 1, 1997, the district declared itself an independent republic.

    Užupis Constitution

    Everyone has the right to live by the River Vilnelė, and the River Vilnelė has the right to flow by everyone.
    Everyone has the right to hot water, heating in winter and a tiled roof.
    Everyone has the right to die, but this is not an obligation.
    Everyone has the right to make mistakes.
    Everyone has the right to be unique.
    Everyone has the right to love.
    Everyone has the right not to be loved, but not necessarily.
    Everyone has the right to be undistinguished and unknown.
    Everyone has the right to idle.
    Everyone has the right to love and take care of the cat.
    Everyone has the right to look after the dog until one of them dies.
    A dog has the right to be a dog.
    A cat is not obliged to love its owner, but must help in time of nee[d].
    Sometimes everyone has the right to be unaware of their duties.
    Everyone has the right to be in doubt, but this is not an obligation.
    Everyone has the right to be happy.
    Everyone has the right to be unhappy.
    Everyone has the right to be silent.
    Everyone has the right to have faith.
    No one has the right to violence.
    Everyone has the right to appreciate their unimportance. [In Lithuanian this reads Everyone has the right to realize his negligibility and magnificence.]
    No one has the right to have a design on eternity.
    Everyone has the right to understand.
    Everyone has the right to understand nothing.
    Everyone has the right to be of any nationality.
    Everyone has the right to celebrate or not celebrate their birthday.
    Everyone shall remember their name.
    Everyone may share what they possess.
    No one can share what they do not possess.
    Everyone has the right to have brothers, sisters and parents.
    Everyone may be independent.
    Everyone is responsible for their freedom.
    Everyone has the right to cry.
    Everyone has the right to be misunderstood.
    No one has the right to make another person guilty.
    Everyone has the right to be individual.
    Everyone has the right to have no rights.
    Everyone has the right to not to be afraid.
    Do not defeat.
    Do not fight back.
    Do not surrender.

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    Unfortunately, the idea of putting a remembrance padlock on bridges has come to Vilnius. I first saw this on Pont d’Art in Paris. It got so crazy there that the bridge railings were thick with padlocks, looking rather unsightly, and finally the authorities went to the considerable effort of cutting them all off. It really is just a form of graffiti. Please don’t do it.

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    In the courtyard of my apartment building in Vilnius

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    The flowers were being admired by a local woman who must live in the building also.

    She told me a long story, to which I listened politely. As it was in Lithuanian, I cannot tell you what it was about. But then she let me take her picture. I bet she went through a lot in her life.

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    Out on the street, a young woman was playing a traditional instrument and singing.

     
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    Well, my week in Vilnius is drawing to a close. Tomorrow, I take my first flight on Aeroflot, Vilnius to Moscow. I’ll report on that later.

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  • Bergamo, Italy

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    My hosts in Bergamo insisted that I must visit the ‘high city’, the old section of Bergamo up on the hill surrounded by the city wall. It is one of the largest well-preserved city areas dating from the middle ages that I have seen. In this picture, you can see it in the middle distance.

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  • Bellagio, Lake Como, Italy

     

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    On my way from St. Moritz to Bergamo, I passed by Lake Como. I took the ferry out to Bellagio, an old, traditional Italian town that has preserved much of its character.

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  • Walker’s Haute Route, Chamonix to Zermatt

    I came to Chamonix to hike the Walker’s Haute Route, 116 miles from Chamonix, France to Zermatt, Switzerland. (Walker’s is not a name, it means ‘to walk’. There is a winter ski version of the Haute route also)

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    The Haute route passes by some of the most noteworthy peaks in the European Alps, including Mont Blanc (15,777 feet high) and the Matterhorn, shown above.

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    The route is steep, involving climbing a total of more than 39,000 feet in total elevation, and descending nearly as much.

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    Haute Route, Day 1  La Tour to Col de la Forclaz

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    On September 5th, I started out in the rain from Chamonix. The first pass you cross is called “Col du Balme”

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    There is a backpacker’s lodge at the top of Col du Balme. I peeked inside, and the impression I got (with lots of wet hikers around) was a bit steamy.

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    Serious hikers do not get put off by a little weather. As the Norwegians say, there are no weather problems, only clothing problems!

     

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    Wendy and Nancy (above) are two Chinese hikers from New York that I met at Col de la Forclaz. They were near the end of the Tour du Mont Blanc, another classic walk that overlaps slightly with Haute route. It is a bit shorter and easier, and very popular. It starts in Les Houches, down the valley from Chamonix, and goes counter-clockwise around Mont Blanc. The two sections between Chamonix and Col de la Forclaz, and Col de la Forclaz and Champex, are on both the TMB and the Haute Route.

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    At the first day’s trail end, I arrived at Col de la Forclaz (Col means ‘pass’)

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    At Col de la Forclaz, I stayed in a backpacker hotel. As all the separate rooms were full, I stayed in the dormitory, which was interesting. Our particular dorm room, one among many, had eleven beds, five upper bunks. I was assigned one of a group of four all together on the floor. A couple from Wisconsin had two of them. I chose the far left to allow one empty space between us. There were eight of us there that night. I must admit it seemed odd, but everyone was quiet and considerate, and it worked out OK. Dinner and breakfast were included, and you could buy a packed lunch for the trail. All in all, I prefer a room to myself if available, as there are fewer distractions.

    Haute Route, Day 2   Col de la Forclaz to Champex

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    Lots of choices! In my case, it was to go via Chalet du Glacier on up to Fenetre d’Arpette.

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    There are many water channels along the way, much like the levadas of Madeira Island.

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    I stopped along the way and collected one liter of this fresh snowmelt water, purified it with my Ultraviolet device, and added it to my trekking pack water pouch. I figured this was going to one long thirsty hike.

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    Back in the 1800s, when the Glacier du Trient came down into the valley, rail carts such as this one were used to haul glacial ice down the valley for sale.
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    As I climbed the trail, soon the Glacier du Trient loomed across the valley.

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    The trail grew very rugged, sometimes involving climbing over boulders, sometimes working your way up steep slippery areas. Hard work. But the beautiful glacier was always in sight across the valley, very dramatic.

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    At last! The top. Beyond lay another spectacular valley:

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    There is an ‘Alpine Garden’, a kind of botanical garden, on the hillside in Champex, and I took some extra time to visit it:

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    Here are some scenes from this lovely collection of more than 4000 mountain flowers and other plants.

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    Haute Route, Day 3.   Champex  to Verbier

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    This day is not up in the very high mountains, and some walkers choose to take the bus and train to Verbier instead. As I was feeling pretty good, I decided to walk on down from Champex-Lac to Sembrancher.

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    As I walked along the lake, I saw several people fishing. This local man showed me a nice trout he had just caught.

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    The walk is along the hillside above the valley, gradually descending to Sembrancher.

     

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    After a short train ride from Sembrancher to Le Chable, and then a gondola ride up the hill, I arrived in the ski resort town of Verbier.

     

    Haute Route  Day 4   Verbier to Cabine de Plafleuri

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    About an hour up, I passed Cabine Mont Fort, one of the Swiss Alpine Club lodges.

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    As I walked uphill from Cabine Mont Fort, I met a young couple from Slovakia.

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    Juray and Alexandra (Sasha). They were carrying camping gear, so their packs were heavier than mine, but they were strong hikers, and we wound up meeting at rest points several times during the long walk to Prafleuri. They have been traveling quite a lot, and have gone to Iceland and Greenland, places I would like to visit, while I have hiked some places they want to go. So we’ve planned to stay in touch online and share notes.

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    Haute Route, day 5:  Cabine du Prafleuri to Arolla

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    I was the first on the trail, leaving Cabine du  Plafleuri at 7:10am

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    After crossing the first pass, Col de Roux, I saw a herd of seven Ibex on the hill above me. Sometimes being early has its benefits.

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    And a marmot, which we saw occasionally along the trail. They are pretty big, about the size of a beaver.
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    The iron ladders leading to the top of Pass de Chevres scare a lot of people. But to a Stanford Alpine Club Yosemite climber, they were not a bit scary. Exciting and fun, maybe!

    Haute Route, Day 6: La Sage to Cabine du Moiry

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    The village of La Sage.

    This day’s hike surprised me a bit. I started out from La Sage, having taken the excellent Swiss PostBus from my lodging in Les Haudres. Right away, the climb began, on an easy (smooth) but steep trail.

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    It was pretty along the way.

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    The only problem was that the trail went up and up, climbing 3800 feet in elevation. I was one tired puppy when I reached the top of Col du Tsate. Then, after a  break for lunch, a very steep descent, which was rewarded with a fabulous apparition: the big Glacier de Moiry.

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    Walking into the glacier (in a safe way) was exciting. Blue ice!

     

    Haute Route, Day 7: Cabine du Moiry to Zinal

     

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    A very simple cattle gate on the hillside.

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    The blue hue of the lake is really like this.

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    My intention was to hike to Sorebois, and take the gondola down to Zinal. That last part is a 1 ½ hour very steep trudge down, hard on tired feet and knees. When I got to the gondola, it was closed for the season! This was discouraging. I asked an employee if there was any other way to get down to Zinal. Nope. He said that if I talked to the couple of guys working there, one of them might be going down for lunch and give me a ride. So I asked. Nope. But the guy made a call. I thanked him, and started to hike away. He waved me back, walked me into the mechanic room, and onto a big gondola (these hold maybe 20 or more people), and proceeded to take himself and me down to Zinal! On the way, I asked him (in French) if I could pay something. He said that was not necessary. Sometimes you get lucky, and someone does something very nice for you that they do not need to. I’ll remember and try to do likewise for someone in the future.

    Haute Route: Day 8: Tignousa to Gruben

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    Cabine Bella Tola

     

    Haute Route, Day 9: Gruben to Jungen

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    Today’s hike is over the Augstbordpass, a climb of 3800 feet in elevation, and then a dramatic view of the Zermatt valley from very high on the mountainside.

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    You start up through a lovely pine forest. Later, you climb above timberline. Some pictures:

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    Pictured above are Elin and Rune, a couple from SW Norway that I met on the way to Cabine de Moiry and many times later.

    Upon arrival in St. Niklaus, the high country adventure came to an end. Rain was forecast for the next two days, so there was no point in doing a last two optional days along the valley leading up to Zermatt.

    This was quite an adventure, the longest trail I have hiked so far. The final step was taking the train up to Zermatt, and seeing as much as could be seen there given the mixed weather.

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