I was advised. by Steph and Antonio, locals to catch the train to Klausen, then the bus to St Magdalena and walk from there.
After hurtling through some tunnels, wondering whether I should have followed this advice for my one day here, I popped out at Klausen to absolute deafening silence. Thankfully I pronounced “Bus” adequately and was directed in italian to the bus stop.
Definitely feeling inadequately dressed in my tights and t and denim jacket. The place is full on older folk in intense hiking boots and shell jackets in bright colours.
The path came out into a beautiful valley that was even stunning in the overcast conditions:
So I walked into a place that had a sign of a knife and fork on it, and took a punt that it meant it served food. Alas, it was closed, but the kind woman in there said I had a nice face, and gave me some soup, then pointed me to the bus.
Here’s a video of some other trekkers.
I say beside a woman painting her nails while waiting for the bus. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be here in the ski season with the hills and the buses with ski holding devices on the back.
I think I need to come back here when it is snow season!