Ski jumping may not be the most exciting sport of all but its only 1.5h from Munich to onr of the biggest ski jump events of the year, the Neujahrsspringen of the Vierschanzentournee. And what else is there to do on early new year morning than to catch a train. Continue reading “Neujahrsspringen in Partenkirchen”
After a Friday night (steak at Goldenes Kalb and great wine at Franks) and a lazy Saturday, its time for the mountains. Garmisch Partenkirchen is only 1:20 by train from Munich. But the panorama of Zugspitze and Alpspitze is breathtaking.
We had a “Haxen Weekend” (Friday Haxe at Haxenbauer, Saturday at Andechs). Andechs dedinately has the crust figured out, while Haxenbauer has very tender meet.Also, we had a beautiful hike to Andechs. Continue reading “Beautiful day at Andechs”
Indian Summer: 23°C, sunshine and trees in bright autumn colors. Its a perfect day to enjoy the view on Tegernsee from the small chaple on top of Riederstein.
October 3rd is a public holiday and we take the chance to explore Tegernsee and climb to Neureuth. The city of Tegernsee is a 1h train ride from Munich. Over night, the temperatures have dropped significantly and its quity chilly.
From the train station, we trek towards Hotel Tegernsee and follow th path upward into the forest.
Oktoberfest is the ultimate inauguration for any new citizen of Munich. Fortunately, Franzi and Kathi were our guides on our way to Munich.
Its a beautiful Sunday. To avoid the weekend crowds at Oktoberfest, we decide to take the train to Herrsching at Ammersee and hike to Andechs. Its not Oktoberfest but we are not exactly alone, either.
Cherry blossom everywhere, Mt Fuji on a cloudless day and the blinking lights of Shinjuku – Japan is an organized wonderland of postcard perfect sights and increadibly friendly people.
Read here how our 12 days passed faster than a Shinkhansen from Tokyo to Kyoto.
I run as fast as I can, but the North Koreans are closing in. The saving goal seems impossibly far away. The government van is blasting military music at my heels. Finally, I admit defeat. I step to the side of the road and let the leading Marathon runners pass before continuing my crawl towards the finish at Kim Il Sung Stadium.Here is the story of running a half marathon in Pyongyang.
First sunlight sweeps across the barren plains and paints thousands of pagodas in a golden color. The basket of our balloon gently lifts of the ground and we drift into the dawn. Some claim that Myanmar is the land of perfect sunrises and sunsets. This may be true for all we know. We have enjoyed the must stunning dis-/appearances of our sunwhile we traveled this beautiful but also incredibly poor country. Here is our story.