Tag: mountains

The old mountain trail

exclusives, Nepal, On the Road February 7, 2016

“You never know what’s around the corner. It could be everything. Or it could be nothing. You keep putting one foot in front of the other, and then one day you look back and you’ve climbed a mountain.” ― Tom Hiddleston

We went deep into Sherpa territory when we visited Nepal last time. “People are so focussed on Everest that they overlook the other beautiful peaks in the area,” Suman sighs. He points down at the pass that would take adventurers to the start of the trail to Everest base camp before they build an airfield high up in the mountains, one of the most challenging landing zones in the world. “Everyone just gets on a plane to Lukla nowadays, the pass forgotten.” I look at the trail, a small stripe of grey in a muddy landscape, far down the mountain we are ascending on our way to Pique. Typical. We’re all so focused on reaching our destination that the journey there hardly matters anymore. A plane flies by in the distance, it is way below us; we watch it until the sound of the engine dies out.

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A day and night in the Georgian mountains by Dia Takácsová

On the Road October 5, 2015

“We got comfortable in the hut, drinking wine, while our hosts burst out in Georgian songs. The wind blew fiercely outside.”

Every time I get the chance of exploring a place on horseback, I will take it. The small village of Stepantsminda in the Caucasus mountains offered the possibility of “horse riding for tourists” but this time I was hoping for an authentic experience. However, I was disappointed to see that tourism touched this corner of Georgia even more than the other places we visited. Everything changed when we hiked up to the Gergeti Trinity Church though. Read More

Getting lost in the West with Hannelore Commers

On the Road August 3, 2015

When she was feverish, she spoke slowly, cautiously; a fight against negative thoughts that tried to overrun her words. “America,” she said, chewing on her words like they were chunks of tough jerky. “America,” I repeated. It seemed an innocent enough idea; flying across time barriers in order to get a second chance and relive the day.

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