Rumor has it that there cable car going up to Zugspitze. If this would be true, this machine would be almost entirely useless. Saturday was the third time this year I hiked up Zugspitze. And it was a special one. Michi joined me all the way to Sonnalpin.
We have hiked one of 19 heart racing trails according to National Geographic, we have gone diving in the arctic north atlantic ocean, we have caught a 15kg cod, we have seen reindeer, a whale, and sea eagles. We have spent an amazing holiday in some of the most beautiful places on earth in Norway. Continue reading “Norway – Land of dreams”
Speed feels good. I easily pass a guided group, jump up a small incline, turn a corner and… have reached the end of the queue to Alpspitze.
Who would have thought that we would travel farther than Garmisch to reach the mountains. But we did. Two full train stops beyond Garmisch lies Mittenwald.
Its Saturday morning and time for another adventure. I have just reunited with Michi on Zugspitze and we are wondering, what to do next. The answer is easy: Straight back to hell!
I have been to the top of Zugspitze but never with the cable car. And, if it were not for 8 sterneous hours of climbing, this would not change. Albeit, 8 beautiful hours, through steep river valleys, across ladders, over the glacier and across the high alpine terrain of the Zugspitze peak. What a ride.
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.