Walter Hinteler wrote:
And so I decided to walk down again ...
Which I actually did.
It seemed as if I was the last person around there (the restaurant-café-bar on the top was already closed when I came up, and I gadn't seen a single person, even no jogger)). So I walked straight down to the gate on the promenade.
From where I heard noices: three Japanes girls, who couldn't get out, because the gate was closed.
They spoke no French and only a little bit English. My Japanese is reduced to those couple of words you sometimes find on restaurant menus.
But I understood that they waoted already since more than 15 mins. They didn't belive me that another gate might be open - they just screamed, until they understood me that they could call the police and/or their hotel.
They did so - the hotel it was, what I got out.
I turned back = went up again, took the next turn towards another exit gate (to the old town) which I had used before, too.
And which was closed as well. (And here, like elsehwere, the fence was at first proper wrought-iron antic stuff, then modern wire nettings, all 2.5 meter high.
The only chance was to go up again, and walk down the road around the mountain, hoping that the gate there was still open ...
When a passed a side road - with the obligatory closed iron gate - I wondered, how the police would (re-)act when getting a phone call half an hour after they got one from three Japanes girls - but they had phoned the hotel, I was sure.
I passed of lot of ligted houses ... at their 6th/5th floor level, in 40 meter distance, on the other side of a 2.5 m high fence .... until I reached the OPEN gate.
At exactly the very same point where I entered 2½ hours earlier.
However, thus I got the oportunity ...