I can see a brimstone butterfly in front of me on the gravel path, before everything is going to be blurry. It couldn’t have been a more perfect funeral. For a woman who inspired and changed my life forever with her courage, her dauntlessness, her love, madness, wanderlust and finally the silent goodbye: My Granny Erika.
Like a misguided firework my thoughts are racing colourfully and burning through the room.
Which feelings are still normal or right? Why am I suddenly not happy anymore? Will I really gonna make it?
Here comes a dash of courage, rumbling against the bow of Panic-Titanic. For all of you who are planning on a long, far or great trip – alone or together.
I’m driving from the north-eastern entrance of the National Park to Red Logde, Montana, via US Highway 212. Behind this unspectacular number hides one of the most beautiful streets in the world: Beartooth Highway.
Today I would like to take you on a road trip on this awesome street. Beyond clouds and above lakes, through hail storms and along vertical precipices.
Munich. 70 degrees and a sunny day. Silvia and Thomas are pushing their bicycles into the street. The bikes look a little bit like packed camels. With two wheels instead of two humps.
Everything’s perfect for a little bike ride. It just goes from Munich to Tarifa. Andalusia. Spain. The
southernmost point of mainland in Europe.
A story about finding back to nature and everything you've never dared to do before.
In 2017 I fulfilled my life's dream and travelled solo across the US for four months. From New York to Chicago, down the entire Route 66, through several national parks. Los Angeles, San Francisco and finally across the wild North back to the East Coast. I laughed, danced, cried and saw the craziest and most beautiful things. Here comes my little diary.
Indigo and her dog Zelda are living full time in a truck they converted into a camper. “Altogether we’ve been living this lifestyle for a couple of years now, and I stand firm in the belief that it’s the best decision that I’ve ever made.” She did not need to say it out loud. Seeing her sparkling eyes would have been enough. But it was a long and hard way to go.
Colorful wind chimes are jingling gently in the wind. The sky is stretching across horizon like a blue canvas and rough rocks are dragging jagged shadows into the chapped asphalt. The Turquoise Trail in New Mexico cuts into the enchanting landscape of red rocks and sandy shrub-steppe on a length of round about 65 miles.
If there was a fire burning in my house now, all I would have to do was take my notebook, my camera, and a box full of personal letters
and souvenirs - and I would have saved 90 percent of all things that matter to me.
This is an anthem to Nothing. And how “Nothing” allows me to do everything I always wanted to do.