How to Walk Across Europe

An audio field guide

Today on the site we launch a series of posts about walking. Putting one foot in front of the other has been a theme in Dark Mountain ever since the manifesto invited a group of travellers to turn their backs on civilisation and scale the foothills of the unknown – both in order to look back at the terrain we have travelled so far, and to look forward at what is to come. Over the years long-distance walkers, walking artists, activists, pilgrims and wanderers of all other kinds have shared their stories in our pages. To start the series, Nick Hunt shares sounds from a 2,500-mile walk across Europe.
Nick is the author of three books about walking and Europe, the most recent of which is Outlandish, a work of gonzo ornithology, The Parakeeting of London, and a collection of short fiction, Loss Soup and Other Stories. He works as an editor and co-director for the Dark Mountain Project, and has contributed short stories and essays to many of its issues. Red Smoking Mirror is his debut novel.

In the winter of 2011, as the last of the Occupy camps were being evicted, or losing heart, I left my ordinary life behind and started a long walk. It took me from the Hook of Holland along the canals of the Netherlands, into northern Germany, south up the Rhine and then east down the Danube, through Bavaria and Austria, into Slovakia and Hungary, over the Great Hungarian Plain, into the hills of Romania, Transylvania and then the Carpathian Mountains, back over the Danube into Bulgaria, along the Stara Planina mountain range to the coast of the Black Sea, and then south along the beaches, and into the forests and fields of European Turkey. In the summer of 2012 I arrived in Istanbul, on the shores of the Bosphorus – the end of Europe and the start of Asia – the point at which I could literally walk no further.

I have written elsewhere about my reasons for doing this walk, and some of the things I learned (including in a series of dispatches for Dark Mountain). What I want to offer now, eight years after I took off my broken boots in Istanbul, is an audio field guide to ‘How to Walk Across Europe’. Accompanying this set of instructions are some of the sounds I captured on the way, using a digital recorder for no more than a minute a day: birdsong, church bells, flowing rivers, roaring traffic, my footsteps swishing through wet leaves or crunching on snow, drunken singing and conversations in various dialects, folk music, political rallies, furious dogs, cow bells, the patter of rain, the call to prayer, waves breaking on a beach. 

Before we hear those sounds, however, I would like to share a few other ways in which to understand a walk.

Boots after 2,500 miles (photo by Tim Mitchell)

I can think of this walk in terms of numbers: it took 221 days, something like 2,500 miles, eight countries, three seasons, two major rivers, two mountain ranges, seven languages, countless conversations and one pair of boots (by the end of the walk there were holes in them so big it was almost like walking barefoot). But numbers don’t mean much to me. Every few days someone would ask me my average mile-count for the day, or exactly what my rucksack weighed, or how many calories I ate, and I never had any answers. I could simply say it was one walk, and that’s the only number that counts, but even that would not feel true; it is only my own definition that separates those 221 days from all the days I had walked before, and the days I have walked since. The numbers are imaginary lines, like the borders between countries.

I can think of this walk in terms of colours – brown, white, yellow, green, blue – which, in retrospect, came to define my progression through Europe. Brown for the lowlands of Holland and northern Germany in a mild, rainy December; white for the sparkling fields of snow in Bavaria and Lower Austria, and for the frozen Danube, and for the snowcapped Alps to the south; yellow for threadbare Slovakia, and the dust and semi-arid grasslands of the Great Hungarian Plain, which seemed to go on forever, and drove me slightly mad; green for the hills of Romania, which restored my sanity, and for the Carpathian forests and the mountains of Bulgaria; blue for the glittering Black Sea, which meant – if I kept it on my left – that for the last few weeks I could not possibly get lost.

Carpathian Mountains

Or I can think of this walk in terms of the random images that still flash into my mind at unexpected moments. They are mostly the most insignificant things: the corner of two quiet, sunlit streets in a small town in Bulgaria; the bloody teeth of a road-killed polecat on the verge of a road in Hungary; the interior of a house that someone let me sleep in one night (but no memory of the name or the features of my host); the quiet delight of smoking a cigarette under a mulberry tree. These aftershocks of memory tell me that something inside me is still walking the shadow-landscape of that journey, eight years on. The walk never really finished, and maybe never will do.

And then I can think of this walk in terms of the three great doors – partly real, partly symbolic – that have slammed shut on Europe since I left from the Hook of Holland. First the refugee crisis at the peak of the Syrian War, to which governments across Europe responded with razor-wire fences, tear-gas, internment camps and the closing of borders. Then the Brexit referendum of 2016, with its explicit rejection of the very principle of open borders and freedom of movement, suddenly framed – like ‘asylum seeker’, ‘migrant’ and ‘refugee’ – as dirty words. And now, of course, the lockdown in response to the covid-19 pandemic, in which aimless wandering from village to village, town to town – whether by foot or by any other means – feels like a quaintly nostalgic act from a bygone age.

This audio field guide, then, is not so much a memory of a walk I did eight years ago but a series of instructions for walks that are to come; when closed doors open up again, and one of the oldest and simplest of human activities reestablishes itself as naturally as breathing. Some of the stolen sounds are faint, so I recommend you listen through headphones or speakers. Thanks for listening, and I hope you enjoy the walk.



Our walking series continues next week with a journey into the New Jersey Pine Barrens.


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  1. “…walks that are to come; when closed doors open up again, and one of the oldest and simplest of human activities reestablishes itself as naturally as breathing. ”

    I was reading along grieving how much we have lost. And then you closed with this. Thank you. The freedom of the road will return, and maybe part of the way we help bring it back is to speak of it, far and wide, with love and with hope.

    Looking forward to listening.

  2. Wow! What a journey – so vivid to have it in your ear like that – I could feel those 8 days seeing nothing but flat. Thank you so much for the teleportation to adventure from my flat.

  3. Thank you for the beautiful travelogue. It filled me with complex emotions that I can’t really describe.

  4. Just the idea of only recording up to a minute of sound per day is a great exercise. I’ve done something similar with photography by artificially limiting the number of exposures I would take on a given day. If you adhere to something like one image a day it forces you to not only observe, but also to acknowledge “yes, this is the most important thing I have and will observe today. This I want to remember”.

  5. I loved this as it took me back to my own tramping days (mostly pre Covid in anything like those ‘numbers’), and particularly that you are still walking there. I hike in my sleep! The important walks probably never finish, you are right.


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