Walking Home, week 8: Not the lonely one
Day 50 - to Waldalgesheim (Bingen) It's almost ten, when I depart from Steffen. I've decided to take the train to Kaub. After all, I had already made it there yesterday afternoon. On the way to the station I buy a coffee
Walking Home, week 7: C’mon, live a little!
Approaching day fifty. This week I have made two observations: 1) I have been more relaxed with my money. So far I'm doing well with the budget (on average 10 € per day). And sometimes you just have to treat yourself
Walking Home, week 6: Every day stories
How do you escape the daily grind when you have already escaped the daily grind? After five weeks, a routine has now ingrained on the trip: I pack my backpack in a certain way, I have my daily creaming ritual,
Walking Home, week 5: It’s raining, man
Day 29 - to Tambach-Dietharz By ten I step out onto the road to the Thuringian Forest: To the right, then onto the Street of March 18, passing under the railway tracks, into the old district, once built for
An e is an e is an e is the first part of walking HOME
This week, I have reached two milestones: I have finished the first letter of "home", namely the "e", and I have now been on the road for one entire month. This is the perfect moment to look back and to
Walking Home, week 4: Pole, pole
Day 22, to Silkerode I should have asked Gesa and Nelly for another night. But I only realize that after a few kilometers into the day. Gesa had suggested that I follow the Rhume - one of Germany's shortest
Walking Home, week 3: Life is a river
Day 15, to Eschwege I leave Mühlhausen on Sunday morning befitting for the journey: Past the pilgrims' hostel "AntoniQ" I walk through the inner and outer Frauentor towards Kassel. After about an hour I dive into the Mühlhauser forest.
Walking Home, week 2: Thuringian Forest
Day 8, Halle (Saale) I've decided to stay in Halle for two more nights. The blisters at my heels have burst and I want to give them the opportunity to at least start healing. After another cold night, albeit
Walking Home, week 1 – Pleasure and Pain
Day 1, Berlin to Bergholz-Rehbrücke It feels good to see how many people have come to say goodbye. After all it's Sunday morning at clocks have been set forward one hour for summer time. Still my sisters and nieces and a friend
Le Français. Il est très difficile. – Five tools to learn French
Unfortunately, I never had the foresight to enroll in French lessons at school . Since my early years of schooling took place during the GDR era , Russian was my first language. In seventh grade I picked up English. However,