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This post is about being home after The Longest Way. I celebrate Christmas, take walks, and lose my hearing. I don’t know what to say. After all these years, I have finally arrived at home, and The Longest Way has reached its conclusion. The Caboose is in the car port. We’re no strangers to love, […]
This post is about getting a haircut after seven years of being on the road. Not much else to say, really. One day of rest. One day to hang out with my brother Ruben. I took a long, hot shower. Put on some clean clothes. Had some food. Took some more pictures. Sat around. Talked. […]
This post is about a 11km walk from Kreuzbuche to Bad Nenndorf. I walk through the Deister forest, and I finally make it home. I wake up in my last camping spot on The Longest Way. It is located at an intersection in the middle of the forest called Kreuzbuche (beech of the cross). There […]
This post is about a 19km walk from Springe to Kreuzbuche. I walk through wind and sleet into the Deister. Then there is fog. I woke up in a warm room with my stuff laid out to dry on the floor. Packed up. Had some food. And then I loaded up the Caboose. Just like […]
This post is about a 25km walk from Hameln to Springe. I walk along a busy road and see a sign with the name Bad Nenndorf on it. I had stayed in a guesthouse on the riverbanks. It belonged to a local fishing club, and the room was cold, but it was good enough. no […]
This post is about a 25km walk from Bodenwerder to Hameln. I pass by the Bückeberg, site of the Reich Harvest Thanksgiving Festival. It was my plan to walk the last bit of the way home to Bad Nenndorf via the Deister, a range of forested hills. This was important to me for two reasons: […]
This post is about a day of rest in Bodenwerder. I stay in an old guesthouse and mostly just pet the cat, Smoki. The night before I had somehow made it back down from the monastery, in spite of the icy roads. There was a café at the foot of the hill. The door was […]
This post is about a 21km walk from Amelungsborn to Bodenwerder. I walk through a forest, and I arrive at a dark monastery. There was no one at Amelungsborn Abbey. The night before I had called a number and a voice on the phone had told me how to get to the key to the […]
This post is about a 25km walk from Holzminden to Amelungsborn. I visit Michael Holzach’s grave and give another TV interview. I remember telling you about the meaning of December 6th a long time ago as I was walking through China. In Germany, it was the day of Saint Nicholas. Kids were supposed to clean […]