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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, […]


the cut

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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. […]


the last day

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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 […]


take me

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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 […]


street sign with a name

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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 […]


late to the party

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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: […]


one more resting day

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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 […]


dark ice

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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 […]


Michael Holzach

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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 […]


Nyanthorpian perambulator

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This post is about a 30km walk from Würgassen to Holzminden. I see inflatable pink flamingos in a lake, and I visit Corvey. Again there had been a monastery, and again they had told me that there was no place for me there. No room at the inn, so to speak. And so I woke […]


1-8-0-0-0

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This post is about a 27km walk from Bursfelde to Würgassen. I reach the 18000km point on The Longest Way, and I dance in the snow. There was a monastery in Bursfelde, but it had no place for me to sleep. It was late when I arrived, and the night was dark and cold. Luckily […]


stars

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This post is about a 30km walk from Göttingen to Bursfelde. I get recognized a few times, and then I walk under the stars. We all left on Sunday morning. My friends went by car, I went by Caboose. It had snowed during the night, and just as I was leaving it started snowing again. […]


a list of dwinks

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This post is about a weekend of drinking in Göttingen. We eat a lot of chili, and we visit the Christmas market. We spent three days in Göttingen. Dario was there. Bower was there. Pummi was there. I was there. The Caboose was in the parking garage. what we drank We mostly drank gin and […]


jabbed, again

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This post is about a 13km walk from Reinhausen to Göttingen. I drive a car to get my Covid and flu shots, then I walk through the cold. When I woke up I was in the guest room of Miriam’s house. I had found her and her family through Warmshowers, a hospitality network for bicycle […]


Mr. Plow is a very good Simpsons episode and oh look I was on TV

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This post is about a 21km walk from Heilbad Heiligenstadt to Reinhausen. It has snowed and I am being interviewed on TV. It felt like a gift. After all of the beautiful whiteness in China, in Kazakhstan, in Uzbekistan, in Turkey, and in Bulgaria, and after that one magical April day in Iran, I was […]


sleet

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This post is about a 13km walk from Fürstenhagen to Heilbad Heiligenstadt. I start walking late, and I learn the word “sleet”. I left the guesthouse after resting for a day, having an enormous amount of fried potatoes, drinking tea and talking to the owner, Sylvia. She made the place feel very comfortable, like a […]


quiet mud

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This post is about an 18km walk from Hülfensberg to Fürstenhagen. I walk on a muddy path through the hills. The Franciscans had liturgy of the hours at seven in the morning. I was invited. No pressure, though. “You just do whatever you feel like,” they had told me at dinner. I showed up at […]


diablo

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This post is about a 19km walk from Heldra to Hülfensberg. I wake up in a beautiful old guest house and get lost trying to find a monastery. I had decided to stay the night in a guesthouse that seemed relatively affordable. Little did I know it was an absolute fucking gem. the house A […]


humid continental

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This post is about a 17km walk from Ifta to Heldra. After a cold morning, I buy a wrench, and then I go to a warm place. A cold night. Or rather: a warm night in my thick winter sleeping bag, but an utterly cold morning. Putting on my clothes, brushing my teeth, having a […]


where are your nazis?

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This post is about a 20km walk from Eisenach to Ifta. I look for signs of neo-nazism in Eisenach and end up on a goat farm. I spent two days in the city of Eisenach. Got a new spare wheel for the Caboose (the old one was beyond repair), did my laundry, looked for signs […]