Morges to Gland, 29Km
I was slightly delayed this morning by a tick which wanted to come along for the ride. There’s no substitute for a pair of tick removers on a long walk, especially when it’s buried in a hard to reach place. It reminds me of a camel safari many decades ago in Algeria. One of the girls in the group found a tick in a delicate spot, just where you wouldn’t want one. Fortunately one of the men turned out to be a doctor and led her away to perform the operation. I’ve always wondered whether he really was a doctor but he got the tick out, she was eternally grateful and I’ve never since left home without the proper tool.
At first the path followed the shoreline of Lake Geneva and all the Sunday morning sporting types were out for a jog. The yachts looked attractive in the sunshine and a few families were staking out their territory on the beach.
After a few kilometres, the beach ended, the shore grew wild and the Via Jakobi turned inland to inspect the vineyards and villages. The path ran alongside the main railway without so much as a fence.
In Rolle, I stopped at a proper British pub, the Churchill Pub. It stocked a range of beers including Fosters (but it wasn’t available) and crisps and nuts.
Eventually I reached Gland and several signs led me to the pilgrim hostel. My telephone friend was waiting for me, “Bonjour Monsieur Tim”, he said and showed me in. He did the formalities and I paid the 10 francs, saying as little as possible.
It’s a lovely hostel, right on the path and occupies a corner of a municipal building. It has a dormitory with 6 beds, showers, kitchen, washing machine etc. There are two German ladies also staying here. One has just graduated from college, the other from employment.
We went out looking for a grocery store because all the restaurants are closed on Sunday. I asked a young man in the street where the store was, in French, and he replied without hesitation and in English, “just over there and it’s open”. But I refuse to give up.
Pilgrimage 
So where exactly was this tick?
just where you can’t get to it very easily
And what is the ‘proper tool’? 😯🤔
It’s called a tick remover. It’s good for nothing else but it’s the only tool which can get a good grip on the blighter and remove it intact ie with its head on
Glad to see you found a proper pub – did they have jalapeño crisps?
Hi Nick I just knew you were going to ask me that and I’m sorry to say I didn’t enquire. But it had everything you’d expect from a British pub like sticky carpets, sticky tables, dogs, a grumpy barmaid and toilets that defy plumbing