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13 giorni di cammino da Chamonix a Zermatt, una incrediile avventure tra ghiacciai, laghi, e notti in tenda!

It's already morning, and I reluctantly get up. I slept so well last night, on a real mattress! My tent lies crumpled between two bunk beds, an empty shell. I quickly pack my things and mechanically compress them into my backpack. I sling it over my shoulder and open the door to my room. My mood suddenly changes: above the hostel's squalid internal courtyard, where chickens and turkeys roam, a cloudless sky shines, and the mountainsides are illuminated by the dawn. I go down

Sometimes you have dreams, but you don't truly believe they'll ever come true. That's how this trek was for me: a dream I never thought would come true. It was 2019, it was winter, and I was working in a bar on the ski slopes. I didn't really like it; I did it because I hadn't found anything better at the time. I needed something to give me a boost of energy, a new lease of life after a monotonous season. So I started thinking about a trip. I wanted to go far, as far as possi

It all started when I was 17. Well, not exactly everything. I already had a good dose of love for the mountains, inherited from my parents. There was a passion for hiking, inherited from the Italian Alpine Club (CAI). There was the thrill of a backpacking trip, inherited from scouting. These were the foundations upon which I decided to embark on a hike. And not just any hike, but the famous Alta Via delle Dolomiti, known as the Alta Via dei Giganti. And we were talking about

"Aren't you afraid?" I turn and smile, condescendingly. I look at my interlocutor, a man in his sixties, a wooden walking stick and old leather boots, with that spark of love in his eyes typical of someone walking the mountain path near home for the millionth time. But like him, many others have asked me the same question. Young or old, men or women, mountaineers or city dwellers. When I tell them about the journey I'm taking, walking alone through the Alps, everyone asks me