Einer der bedeutendsten Kletterer aller Zeit, einer der schönsten Berge aller Zeiten: Mit Alexander Huber am Watzmann unterwegs zu sein war eine Bergtour der ganz besonderen Sorte. Eindrücke zweier fantastischer Tage weit oben im Berchtesgadener Land.
Sri Lanka in der Nussschale
Sri Lanka: Männer in kunterbunten Röcken, Tuk-Tuk hup hup, Plasik-Buddhas, original verpackt, spuckende Frauen, rote Zähne, Elefantifantis, die Straße an Sich, Kühe, heilige Kühe, Tropenfrüchte lecker lecker, Bananen, sowie überall, Mode, die noch Stil hat, mit Hemd natürlich, dir winkende Kinder, groß und klein, Müllhalde überall, “Hello Sir, want Tuk-Tuk?“, tausend Mal, Palmen, Hunde, Palmen, […]
Pferdereiten in Mazedonien: Die Entdeckung der Einsamkeit
Schon mal mit dem Pferd durch die Berge Mazedoniens geritten? Ich jetzt schon! Eine Anleitung, warum das auch für Nicht-Reiter – so wie für mich selbst – ein herausforderndes, dafür aber umso intensiveres Abenteuer ist. Und die wahrscheinlich beste Art und Weise, das kleine, unbekannte Balkanland mit seinen Leuten kennenzulernen.
Fuck snow, go alpine climbing!
Well yea, a bit rough for a title I reckon, but hey, how to better deal with a winter situation that clearly decided to do without much white, thus far? Exactly: Either, stay home and cry a little or go out and climb a little. Or, a little much, if you really mean it. Autumn […]
Summer 2015: Going big, reclimb the classics
As always, life is too busy to write blog posts. More precisely, I tend to organize life’s events way too narrow to write blog posts. And events, even more precisely, equal climbing trips, as of speaking. With a new occupation on the horizon, I decided to make best use of the students’ flexibility remaining, which […]
Turkish Standard: Geyikbayırı
Sport climbing at its best. That’s quite essentially what the area close to Geyikbayırı, Turkey, is all about. Not much more, but also nothing less; simply perfect climbing. The lack of distraction is also what makes this place so special, it’s climb-eat-sleep-repeat.
Obituary of a Master’s Thesis
Many of us (fortunate enough of being born into a relatively wealthy society and privileged enough to go through the university education system) will be familiar with the following experience: To finally receive a degree, we’re bound to ‘work’ relatively ‘hard’ on one single document, over an extended period of time, which eventually ends up being called ‘MA-Thesis_2015_FINAL!!!!!.docx’, or something on those lines. The efforts and pains and chunks of frustration put into this single document are, for the corresponding chapter in one’s life, often unparalleled – for month even, adding the _FINAL suffix to the doc is almost equal to the meaning of life itself – and all that, just to fulfill what is officially required to receive the longed-for academic title and then to subsequently forget about the document for the rest of our existence, banned straight out of our minds, never to be seen or noticed again? Doesn’t make much sense, does it?