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.
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.
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.
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.