MonacoTrail

マムートマルシュとウィーンマラソンの時期で、ウィーンの視点ではまだ冬ですが、最高の天気の中、私たちはここで少し時間を過ごしています。西駅からシェーンブルン宮殿、ヒーツィングとヒュッテルドルフの郊外地区を経てライナー動物園へ行き、オットー・ワーグナー地区を経由してオッタ크リンクへ戻る、この美しい街歩きはKomootに適しています。



途中、ヨーゼフ・フランク（1930年）による新しく、そして非常に丁寧に修復されたヴィラ・ビア、同じくフランクが主導したヴェルクバントジードルンク（1932年）、そしてオットー・ワーグナー（1907

ミュンヘンから西へ向かう、長く歩きたいと思っていた道、一度に全部。ミュンヘンの主要道路、ランツベルガー通り。7kmにわたりほぼ真っ直ぐに伸び、その後緩やかにカーブし、バイエル通りとしてシュタークスまで一直線、さらに1km。地図を見ると、内なる耳にジョニー・キャッシュの「I walk the line」が思わず響く - 現在の状況では特に幸運な偶然です。



この曲は5月で70歳になり、キャッシュにとって初のナンバー1

A hike starting in Neuschönau on the edge of the national park, a hike you can do any time of year, but one that's particularly appealing in winter. Especially with weather like today, where it's snowing non-stop and winter is giving it one last burst of fury.



The hike is appealing partly because of the

We had planned a winter tour from Neuschönau to the Lusen mountain. In spring, we had already climbed it twice from Mauth; the distance is similar, a three- to four-hour ascent to the summit. But the snow! We were told it was impossible without snowshoes. And there was a lot of snow. But the weather

As if ordered just for us, it snowed in the Bavarian Forest, and we trudged through the fresh snow. Out of the hotel and into the national park – it's only a few steps, perfect for switching off. We met up with friends who also happened to be in the area and took a walk together through the animal enclosure

The Alemannic Fasnet (carnival) is a distant memory for me, and today's first highlight of it only comes to mind because it finally rained heavily, leaving puddles everywhere and the paths slippery and grimy. "Greasy" in the context of Fasnet refers to the greasy doughnuts, the wonderful Fasnetsküechle

It's been over five years since we hiked from Dachau to Lohhof, time for a sequel. Up until now, we've gone clockwise, but today we're going the other way: that way we get more winter sun on our faces, and the public transport connection was a bit smoother. Although it's a strange feeling to be sitting

"It's difficult to get rid of people in Germany..." shouts a brisk-looking man in his mid-thirties, wearing a short coat, into his phone. What could he mean by that? That a terrorist attack was prevented over the weekend? That migration policy is complicated? That millions of administrative jobs are

It's supposed to be the last mild morning before the winter weather turns. Silken light hangs over everything, so I quickly take a stroll, just for the sake of it, along a familiar route. It leads through the cemetery. I'm almost alone there, a profound silence. The occasional distant gunshots I heard

In a beloved activity, such as fly fishing, the activity itself is the true goal, not its eventual outcome. It's about perfecting the method, and eventually, the method becomes a style. Style, in turn, is something for old men. With these thoughts in mind, I spent a brief hour walking, cultivating the