500 Miles/The Proclaimers:
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks a thousand miles
To fall down at your door
Okay, I can’t walk 1000 miles, not continuously at least.
I can walk 10 hours everyday, at a steady easy pace of 6 km an hour; which works out to be about 600 km (~400 miles) of ten days walking. Which is perfect for a nice rambling 2 or 3-week walking-holiday over some of the most beautiful trails in the world.
While I’ve heard a lot about the Via de la Plata in Spain and am awfully intrigued by the idea of retracing the ancient steps of a pilgrimage/spiritual journey, there are of course many just as interesting journeys and routes nearer afield.
In the younger days, I have already done the backpacker thing with the requisite 70-liter Deuter packs and slept in 2-dollar rooms with a full welcoming committee of the commonwealth bloodbank of bedbugs and fleas (I must have donated up to half my body-weight of the red stuff).
Now, older, less foolish and a more delicate constitution demands lighter packs and cleaner beds.
Am still an island-boy at heart, and the scent and sound of the sea is still the most clarifying.
A solitary cabin on Christmas Island from which you can base hours and days of serene walking;
or trekking the coastal byways from village to village of coastal Taiwan and Green Island…
Heaven on earth.