The English edition of my GR5 book – Alone Through the Alps: from Lake Geneva to Nice on the GR5, is now available HERE as an Amazon Kindle eBook. If needed, here’s a free Kindle reading application for different devices (PC, Mac, phones, tablets). A PDF alternative can be found at Payhip (requires Paypal or credit card). If having trouble obtaining the book, please contact me at a.rantsu at hotmail.com and we’ll sort it out.
I hope the book will inspire people to explore the magnificient mountain range of the Alps, and not to be afraid of tackling a true Alpine crossing, as a whole or section by section. To support my writing in the future, please feel free to sent me constructive feedback, spread the word if you liked the book or even leave a short review to the Amazon page. Super thanks for all who have been helping in this project, especially there in the copyediting department!
If the Amazon Kindle publishing platform won’t give any surprising problems, the English edition of my GR5 book will be available soon. It’ll be published first only as an eBook but who knows if creating a paperback copy later on.
And fear not about my English, after my initial translation, I’ve got superb help from a native English-speaker and avid long-distance hiker for copyediting the book!
Remember, it’s not a guidebook but a detailed and lively written travel story of my own GR5 hike which, I hope, will inspire people to explore the magnificient mountain range of the Alps, and not to be afraid of tackling a true Alpine crossing. Stay tuned!
Crown snow-load weighs still heavy on the shoulders of candle-shaped spruces. From smallest branches jutting out from the snow to tallest trees standing exposed on the fell sides, everything is covered in magical rime and whiteness. But it would be only a matter of days, when the wind and risen temperatures will shake off the memories of the winter. In the horizon, snow fields of the distant and bare fells glimmer in the spring sun. With the retreating coldness, new enthusiasm sounds in the singing of cute, tiny Siberian tits and playful -jays. Old northern raven wanders high up in the sky, monitoring the progress of the spring, like it has done for years.
On both sides of ski trails openes up a vast, untouchable wilderness – the home of hares, reindeers and other arctic survivors. Strong wind sweeps over the treeless fell tops but lower, only the swooshing of the skis disturbs the silence.
At night wakes up another magic world. After the day has disappeared behind the fells and starfields started to twinkle ever brighter in the darkening night, the Northern Lights begin their own, enchanting play.
Lapland kept its promise, once again, and calls back to it the next winter too.