Three years ago I hiked the length of the Jura mountains ; crossing the border quite a few times, walking on its length too. We got checked only once, at the last border crossing, as we were along a large road. Un roi sans divertissement est un homme plein de misères
Only a few years after the change, I was at an excursion to a mountain on the border of Austria and Hungary. The Iron Curtain was gone, but still, this was the border where Fortress Europe was fending off the invasion of Eastern Hordes. Yet, masses of tourists from both sides were arriving to climb the observation tower, and no border guard was anywhere to be seen. I thought I could start a great business of human smuggling using the disguise of tourist groups... *Lunatic*, n. One whose delusions are out of fashion.
