It has been hot for a couple of weeks but the days before getting to Regensburg were extremely hot. An average of 35 degrees Celsius with an all time maximum of over 40 as I am walking this part of the route. It’s hot wind that blows in Sahara heat, they say.
The land and the forests are dry, little streams have dried up. With the harvesting mostly done, the fields are bare and dead. The land lies empty, people stay inside their houses for coolness. The pine forest crackles and sizzles from heat.
I don’t mind it all that much. I like this kind of heat, dry and clear. Though this is a bit much when walking I admit. A song by one of those hippy 60’ys groups comes to mind.
“I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name, it felt good to be out of the rain. In the desert you can remember your name cos there ain’t no one for to give you no pain….”