Some travel is special and we remember it for a lifetime. It is not always decisive where we are. Sometimes it is rather "with whom" or simply "like". And sometimes everything comes together.
The view of the vastness of the sea, alone on the top of a mountain, the feeling of being far, far away. What does it matter with us? Why do we have such moments - and where do these great emotions come from, which we feel deep inside? Yearning, gratitude, freedom, love ... Searching for clues - on the way on a lonely island off the coast of Newfoundland!
The beauty from the rough north is sometimes wild and stormy, then again quiet and mild. She shines at us in a moment, immediately she turns away and wraps herself in fog. It is never rude or rude - but it remains a mystery.
Games are over in Pyeongchang, South Korea, but they continue elsewhere. For example in the Swiss Alps. A travelogue about sweat, tears and high performance. About the giants of winter sports.
The ice-cold, whirlwind wind hits me unexpectedly. The noise of the rotor blades is deafening. I duck away, protectively turn away. What am I doing here? There is no time to think. "Running! Fast! ", A man in overalls calls to us. So I run - fast. Only a few meters, a jump on the stepladder, already I'm sitting in the small cabin. Then we take off!
Here, at home in Berlin, I'm sitting on glowing coals. When does he come? When does it start? Wait, endless waiting - for the first snow of the season!
The G! Festival: A three-day music spectacle on the beach of Syðrugøta has been bringing the inhabitants of the Faroe Islands nefariously for 15 years.
The noise swells, the creaking becomes a threatening shriek, the ship fights, screams and shoves meter by meter on the seemingly impenetrable ice cover - and then with a loud roar break up the ground below us.
Inhale, exhale ... breathe in, exhale ... I really have to pull myself together so that I do not forget to breathe. With big eyes and open mouth, I stare ...