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…
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…
A night in the snow, in a tent, high up in the mountains: for some the epitome of peace and quiet, for others cold feet and freezing. And in fact it’s a little of both. Those who still want to dare…