How it opens
You had been sitting in Heidelberg a month, writing a book about walking across Europe, and walking nowhere.
The book had two chapters and the chapters had no roads in them, which even the publisher would eventually notice.
The walking tour, my dear author, wants one thing the manuscript lacks. I have looked everywhere for it. Walking.
We are in training. A man does not walk across Europe on a Tuesday, after a month of schnapps.
A man does not walk across Europe at all, at the present rate. We will begin Thursday, and the book will follow on foot.
Choose
Rise early, pack the rucksacks, and make the street by seven.
Send the trunks ahead by rail and swear to live out of the sacks.
Buy a third rucksack for the books you pretend to write on the way.