There’s a rhythm on the Carretera Austral. Not a song, but the pulse of rugged beauty and isolation that sinks deep with every turn. We’re miles from Valparaíso where our journey started, and the road feels like it’s calling us closer to the edge. Patagonia stretches endlessly, an expanse that’s as much about braving the…
Leaving Greece behind, a road of surprises lay ahead, with each country more beautiful than the one before. Visiting North-Macedonia felt like discovering a hidden gem. Although we spent less than two weeks there, it quickly became clear that cities buzzed with life and nature was simply magnificent. Bustling fruit and vegetable markets decorated the…
Before we had time to realise it, we had been on the road for more than a month. The road had been kind to us, the weather harsh and the sun heartwarming. Most of all, it had been an emotional rollercoaster. After so many years, we had truly left everything familiar and safe behind. Was…
The path slowly became rougher, turning indistinct at places. The rocks were slippery and the going was slow. Reaching Glendhu bothy, the heavens opened up. My carrier lady had left me inside the bothy with her partner while she went looking for the perfect bathroom spot. Returning after a while, she was soaked to her…
My hiking friends started to realise that this time they might just make it all the way to Cape Wrath. Although they did not dare hope too much. On such a hike things can take a turn for the worst at any time. A storm coming in when high up in the mountains, a stupid…
The next hiking day was an easy one: to Inverlael and then on to Ullapool. It was a cloudy morning with a few showers, but the short climb upwards from Shenavall bothy is one not to be missed. In no time the bothy seemed no bigger than a big rock with a roof on top….
Back to September last year… The little white travelling stone leaves Knoydart behind and comes across a variety of scary stories… 😉
Some holidays come easy. Some holidays come hard. This holiday, hiking the Cape Wrath trail, takes dedicated planning and preparation. It needs lighweight gear. At least five full days of food packed away. Proper rain clothing. Hardcore hiking boots. Well planned medication in case something would go wrong. Oh, and proper physical condition in case…
Since I was 14 years old I wrote all kinds of stuff down in a diary, but I was told that I was a bad writer, so my words turned into secrets. They still are. A pile of notebooks filled with teenager thoughts, dreams and longings. It took me nearly ten years of secret scribbling…