THE LAST TOURIST - After Thomas Coryat (1577–1617)
Robin Hunt walked across some of Europe in the spring and summer 2007. In 2010 and 2011 he returned to finish the route, the poor man's Grand Tour: here's travel, cities, the country, art, love, literature, mirrors and printing presses. The Old Europe of 1608, the confused New Europe and much in between. The End (of the writing) is in sight...
Thursday, 14 June 2007
Crossings
There are a lot like this: when my internet calm returns, I will post the better ones
Alois is 52, he lives in the south of Slovenia, a village that has been Italian and Yugoslav; now it is Slovenia again. “My father is an ‘Italian’, I am a Slovene.”
Last night Alois was in Lyon with his van, last week it was Budapest. He’s driving back to Slovenia the cheap way – not through the Fréjus tunnel but over the Mont Cenis pass.
There is always one
Which is good news for me. “I was in Ipswich last year, I go all over Europe, delivering things, picking things up. After Sanji’s adventures with the police at La Chambre I am reticent.
After he left school Alois worked for ten years in a factory making car components in Estragom, Hungary. “We were close to Slovakia. That’s the thing about Slovenian communism [when it was part of Yugoslavia under Tito] it wasn’t bad. Doctors, teachers, lawyers – they got no pay, but if you were a worker there was money, there weren’t borders. I’ve been a driver now for 25 years, but the first few years I did it, going to hardline communist places, Romania, Bulgaria, that was really bad. Slovenia: no problem.
She is looking for a job as a model
Now this kind of business, taking furniture to collectors, moving families’ possessions, this is the new Europe. Alois takes the Mont Cenis pass often, it’s free – unlike the Fréjus. “And it’s much more beautiful, it is an Eden for the motorbikers.” Some more roar past.
At the lake – artificial, made for energy generation, Alois goes in search of Marmots. “For the women’s coats…” He finds two dens, sees Marmots everywhere.
For everything else: National Geographic
There is no family at home, it’s ok he says. He likes travel. But he hates borders. “Whenever there is a border there is trouble. Look at us, 200,000 dead in a civil war, for what?” He speaks, German, French, Italian a little English, gets by in Hungarian.
“Last night, in Lyon, first time in many years I slept in my van,” he says. “There’s too much tourism these days.”
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La Chambre,
Lansleburg,
Val Cenis
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