23. June 2015 | categories: Hiking
The alarm clock is ringing. It’s Sunday morning at 4:45. After a fine breakfast I’m on my way to the train station St. Gallen and take the ICN to Lausanne. The train arrives in Lausanne at 9:15 am. I’m on my way to Geneva.
A short time later I reach the shores of Lake Geneva. The weather is fine. In spite of many clouds, the sun appears now and then. I’m spared from the rain all day long.
The trail continues to Saint-Sulpice, where you will find the first historical building on the way, the Saint-Sulpice Temple. The temple was built in the 11th century.
On the way to Morges the road is closed off with ribbons and many flags of a bank adorn the road.
In Morges, I walk across the path of a group of people who sat next to me on the train from Zurich to Lausanne. On the way I often see the sign “Propriété privé”, probably the villas of the flat-rate taxed people in the canton of Vaud. After Saint-Prex I come to Bouchillon, where the path goes away from the shore.
After about one kilometre I misinterpret a not quite clear signpost and follow the narrow road to the left instead of taking the footpath hidden behind the signpost. At the next intersection I turn right. But there the path ends:”propriété privé”, so I try to turn left. The next kilometer leads past countless private plots and ends in the beautiful village of Bouillon, where I’ve been before. Here come to mind Bendrits pictures. “If one more hour notice that you’re running in circles.” I already know the way to the signpost and this time I take the right way away from all private properties.
The trail leads along a small river and then goes up past vines to Perroy. About half an hour after Perroy I reach the train station of Rolle after a walking time of almost eight hours.
Tip: Those who hike from Lausanne to Saint-Prex will experience a versatile hike. Until Morges, the path is also easy with a pram. The route between Morges and Saint-Prex is not suitable for pushchairs. By the way, the whole route is part of the Way of St. James.
P.S. The title is a proverb of the West African people Fulbe.