📸 Anna

You might think I went back to Losheim because I was there last weekend and wanted to stick to familiar territory. But actually, it was the weather that made the decision for me.



Had I gone to the place I had originally planned, the shorter journey would have meant three hours of rain. The much longer

How do you start again after a 3-month (12 weeks 🤯😭) forced break and somehow losing faith in your body?



I've been off the splint for a few weeks now, and my backpack was packed for the last two weekends, but as I said, there was the issue of (lack of) trust.



Nothing else to be done about it, I'll be

Things have been very quiet here since my last vacation, and unfortunately, that will continue for the next few weeks.



A stress fracture in my MT5 has slowed me down a bit and is forcing me to rest.



I wanted to wish you all a Merry Christmas and a wonderful start to the New Year! Thank you so much for

"Stage 2 and Stage 1 - Lanzarote Finale. The Best Is Yet to Come"



I set off before sunrise from Teguise, the island's old capital, where the whitewashed houses look as if they've just come out of the wash. Glad to be clearing out my campsite, I head off without delay or breakfast. I do, however, have

"Stage 3 - Communication Problems and Unnecessary Detours"



I set off early in the morning from my campsite on the dirt track behind Conil, the quiet village still half asleep. The air is cool, and the wind is still.



Ahead of me, the view opens up to the wide, bright hills of the island. Up here, Lanzarote

"Stage 5 and Stage 4 - A Completely New World"



I begin my journey from Corralejo to Playa Blanca not nearly as early as planned, thanks to a cancelled ferry.



The town is already wide awake, teeming with tourists and sunbathers, and the locals have long since opened their shops, while I adjust my backpack

"Etapa 8 (resto) y Etapa 9 - A storm is brewing"

"Stage 7 and a bit of Stage 8 - Sand, coincidences, and trail magic"



Slept like a log and thus refreshed, I start the penultimate day of my Fuerteventura adventure. Today's Stage 7 includes a bit of Stage 8.



It's still early when I strap my backpack back on and set off. Refreshed, yes, but with only lukewarm

"Stage 6 - The Queen Stage, the Bone-Dry No Man's Land"



Shortly after sunrise, I set off from the barbecue hut behind Pàjara, heading into the middle of nowhere on gravel tracks. The trail immediately becomes steeper, and I'm soon surrounded by silence and solitude. Today is going to be a long day 🥳



My

"Stage 5 - Stones, asphalt, and in search of something to eat"



From my sleeping place, the refuge "Degollada de Marrubio" above Betancuria, I set off rather late for me, shortly after 8 a.m.



I wait until the morning mist lifts and I can see the summit of Morro del Cortjo, under which I slept, clearly in