Corsica - Day 8 and Retrospective

In the morning I quickly packed everything. At the station I couldn't find a train towards Brussels or Antwerp. There turned out to be a second station on the other side of the road, from which all trains to that part of Belgium departed. I bought a ticket to Antwerp and from there rode to Mol, close to the Dutch border. My mom  travelled there to pick me up and drive me home.


View over the park I had slept in last night

While writing this I don't regret going home, but maybe I will in the future. For sure it was the right decision to stop hiking as it was just too dangerous without snowshoes. It would also have been easier if I would have rested a few days before leaving, but that was hard to control. I am not sure if I will ever try the GR20 again. The flat roads in Iceland where much nicer to hike than the steep inclines with loose rocks on the GR20, and while the landscape was nice it all looked a bit the same. It was also frustrating that there were hardly any places to camp. After a couple of only half successful winter/snow hikes I feel I need to do a proper snowshoe hike sometime. First I will go on cycling vacation again, but not after moving and doing some research at my university.