December 9th, 2018

She-ra is NOT a pickle

I had bought a jar of pickles, and I devoured one after the other: And then it dawned on me, how in English there were two words for one and the same thing, just in different states like water and ice: cucumber and pickle. One is a fresh vegetable, the other one has been stored […]

December 8th, 2018

(ancient) ruins

I woke up at five thirty in a hotel room, looked out of the window, saw that it was raining in the dark, and went back to sleep. When I started walking it was already nine thirty, the rain had stopped, and the road was very quiet: There was a dead dog in a puddle […]

December 7th, 2018

a tyrant who hides and a beggar who doesn’t

When I started walking in Gori I turned to the north, towards the white mountains in the distance: And when I had left the city behind me, I continued walking in that direction for another half hour or so: It was then that I realized that I wasn’t going to find him. Stalin. He had […]

December 6th, 2018

The Price Of Independence

Gori is so small that you really can’t walk around without passing Stalin every once in a while: So today I walked past him, and I went through a few back alleys with some weird graffiti: And then I reached the fortress: It was on a hill in the center of the town, and when […]

December 5th, 2018

Stalin’s birthplace

Both my pairs of long pants were in the laundry, so I went out in my shorts with a pair of long johns underneath: It looked ridiculous, and children would point at me in the street, but at least I didn’t have to go far – the Stalin Museum was only a few blocks away: […]

December 4th, 2018

viruka

The good news: My big fat winter sleeping bag was with me, so the night hadn’t been too cold for me. The bad news: everything was wet. The tent, the sleeping bags, the therma-rest – it was all covered in dew: I decided to start the day with some sightseeing. So I bought a ticket […]

December 3rd, 2018

1-1-0-0-0

For some odd reason, this had been a formidable night. I felt refreshed and happy when I got up and went to the kitchen to boil some water for my tea: Nino and Nugsari, the owners of the guesthouse, showed me a place with pictures of their son Ramazi, who had been hit by a […]

December 2nd, 2018

just as lost

The world was still wet, but at least it had stopped raining. So I said goodbye to one of my favorite churches ever and got on the road: It was quiet. There was hardly any traffic. There were hardly any people. Even the villages seemed empty: Once I saw a cross by the roadside: And […]

December 1st, 2018

what I found in a flame

The rain had never really stopped. And it was devious, too. Sometimes it would pause for a few minutes, just enough for the puddles to become still and for the people and the dogs to come outside again: But then it would start all over again – drip-drip-drippity-drop as if there was never going to […]

What’s up

Hey guys!

if you want to read up on the walk, you can click on News or just use the map above in order to navigate between posts. All 900+ entries are on there, starting with the first blog post I ever made.

If you just want to get a general idea about the whole thing, you could refer to The Plan, and in case you have any specific questions, make sure to check out my extensive FAQ section (in three languages).

Another thing you can do is download the Google Earth file. It is broken down into daily tracks and shows some landmarks and a vast amount of photographs.

Or you could just go and read one of my books.


Meanwhile, I have returned to The Longest Way. Here's a little video about it:

Oh, and I keep a few social media accounts:

YouTube - I post videos from the road whenever I can
Twitter - Have been using this one a lot lately
Facebook - I mean I have one, but meh
Instagram - Trying to post daily blog updates here