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.
After several weeks of home office, it feels great to leave the city and head for the mountains. Our favorite Hidaway in Garmisch reopened just in time for Pfingsten. Hence, we are back at Graseck.
We are on another trip to Belgium: Gent, Bruges, Brussels. This time with my parents.
20.06. Its a catholic holiday in Northrhine Westphalia. We take an early train to Cologne, from there to Brussels and onward to Gent. With some smallndelays due to a broken train, we arrive at Gent around 11am.
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.
90 nautical miles west of the burmese shore, one lonely boat drifts on the open sea. Daylight breaks. Then sounds the battle cry “Diving! Diving!”. We laid anchor on the Burma banks, a largely unexplored diving paradise. The sharks await us below. We could not be more excited. These are the adventures of the dive boat Smiling seahorse with the mission to dive where no diver dove before…
Five nights in Bangkok on the Chao Phraya, the river of Kings. We have lived as such, slept as such and dined as such. “This place has a Michelin star but the food is only so so. That place is much better” is proclaimed on ever street corner. We have eaten in the darkes alley and on the highest tower (?). We have completed the tempel run in less than 12 parsecs. Here is to the start of our NBA.