Deutsch Half asleep. I turn in my sleeping bag, causing a small cascade of tiny snow crystals to trickle down onto my face. Where am
The wind rattles the tent poles above me. The cold air steams in front of my face, slowly rising higher and higher. I open the zipper of my tent at 2200 meters and look up at the sky. It’s half past five in the morning. Has the crescent moon risen yet?
Shit. I take a deep breath. I can no longer see the trail, the fog embraces me. Markings are few and far between and the trail descends steeply beside my feet. Where do we go from here? This was just one of the many situations…
Hadn’t the wind just blown from behind? And were those just small stones flying into my face? The forecast was actually for blue skies and the best hiking weather, I thought, as I felt my way alone through the dense fog from marker to marker at over 3,000 metres.
Small stones slide away under the soles of my feet and roll down the steep cliff into the valley. With my hands I look for the next grip on the rock to pull myself up a little further. Furrowed and jagged, the glacier rises before my eyes – next to it crouches…
“What have I gotten myself into?” I asked myself as I pulled myself over the last ledge and suddenly found myself in front of a steep, exposed rock face. At the top, between the clouds of mist, I saw the next blue and white marker shining…
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I startle. It is pitch dark. An icy breeze has blown snow crystals into my face. Is that what woke me up? Then I hear it again – very close to my sleeping bag. A soft crunching in the snow – but I can’t see anything. It is deep winter, the thermometer shows -8 degrees.
Plop. Plop. The first raindrops fall on my face as I descend from last night’s campsite. Then the slow rhythm quickly turns into a staccato and the rain rushes down on me. I whip out my little secret weapon – my rain skirt. Erm, what? A skirt?
“With these shoes you can not possibly descend that next rocky stretch – THAT (points to hiking boots of my friend) are proper shoes for it!” says-scolds the older man indignantly, which we meet on the Prättigauer Höhenweg. And I understand him somehow, because…
From Asia to Africa, from jungle to salt desert – my OM-D M1 Mark III camera has been with me on all my adventures since the end of 2018 and captures the special moments. Therefore, I was particularly pleased when…
Brmmm. Brmmm. Sleepily I open my eyes – 2.45 am. Where am I and what is that vibrating? As I slowly come to, it comes to me – at the Britannia Hut. And then I’m suddenly wide awake – because I’m about to climb my first 4000 m peak!