France, that’s Goodbye for now
The night was wet. Properly wet. Rain and thunderstorms swept over the meadow by the motorway, behind the strip of forest and the railway …
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The night was wet. Properly wet. Rain and thunderstorms swept over the meadow by the motorway, behind the strip of forest and the railway …
October 3rd began with wind. Proper wind. Stormy gusts that stayed with us all day, pushing grey clouds across the sky at speed. Eighteen …
The plan was to reach the sea one more time. At least in theory. First, we said goodbye to Moritz, the dog, who in the morning had very …
The sun reappeared, conveniently just as we crossed back into France. An interesting coincidence. At nearly 2,000 meters altitude, light …
The night in the vineyard was short. Not because it was uncomfortable, but because the wine harvest waits for no one. At five in the …
We started again in Chamonix, which felt less like a beginning and more like a reluctant release. Mountains don’t really say goodbye; they …
Back in 2013 we set off on a road trip that would take us from Berlin all the way down to Spain. I was travelling with my former girlfriend …