Waar je week op neer komt is het volgende. Je gaat al je blaren voelen en wilt in eerste instantie niet meer terug keren maar hebt nog nooit zo’n goede week gehad. Ook wanneer je uit zou vallen is het de beste ervaring die je ooit gehad hebt.
Er is een bestuur en support die je hebt om de week eenvoudiger te maken, de rest is wat je er zelf van maakt.
Als dit je eerste keer is en je meer over de week wilt weten. Een van de leden heeft een gedicht geschreven over zijn ervaringen in Nijmegen.
The Year I went to Nijmegen
The year that I went to Nijmegen,The weather was humid but fine. They gave me a bunk next to Bobby, and he had a bunk next to mine.
We rose in the morning quite early, A quarter past three it was said. But I didn’t bother to shower, And had a bit longer in bed!
We registered in the town center, And walked past the bicycle ‘cage’ My right knee seemed perfectly normal, But the left one was showing its age.
I’ve a cartilage piece in a bottle, That I keep by the side of the bed, So I walk with the Nijmegen shuffle And the Nijmegen hole in my head.
I am ordered to shower each evening Though it takes me two hours to walk there But the water feels cool on my t-shirt As I sit very quiet in a chair.
I handed my card in on Tuesday, To a girl neither pretty or plain she didn’t seem pleased I had finished And said I must do it again!
I’m addicted to vasaline jelly And I guess I use far too much I like to spread some around the cheeks of my bum And some more each side of my crotch
There was fog in my eyeballs one morning And my senses suffered the toll I found sharp peanut pieces around my privates And Vasaline spread on my roll
The medical team were all wonders They pampered my blisters so much But by Thursday I chose amputation And finished the walk with a crutch
I woke the last morning a Zombie My body a vessle of pain But “I did it, I did it, I did it!” So persuade me to do it again…
Lenny Sargent – July 1999
British - Dutch Walking Fellowship 