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dicks out for Bavaria

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This post is about a 25km walk from Braunau am Inn to Burghausen. I enter Germany, but there is only a penis and a sign saying Bavaria. I spent a quiet day in Braunau. Then, on the second morning, I gathered my stuff and started walking. how to leave Braunau First there was the question […]


Adolf Hitler’s birthplace

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This post is about a 24km walk from Katzenberg to Braunau am Inn. I walk past the house where Adolf Hitler was born. I got up shortly after five in the morning, before the first fisherman appeared. Then I sat there for a while, looking at the river. Inn not Danube I think I forgot […]


do not pass go

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This post is about a 23km walk from Suben to Katzenberg. I walk into a prison yard and end up in a bivouac next to the river. The lawn of the restaurant where I had pitched my tent had presented me with one problem: a robotic lawn mower. I thought about it for a while, […]


house of excellent repute

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This post is about a 27km walk from Achleiten to Suben. I see a sad chapel, and I get food and a shower in an unexpected place. The night before I had asked at a farm if I could pitch my tent on their premises, and a group of enthusiastic young people had said yes. […]


see Germany and go

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This post is about a 25km walk from Engelhartszell to Achleiten. I see German territory for the first time, but I decide to stay in Austria. One time, as I was passing by the Caritas facility on the premises of the abbey, one of the patients looked at me with wide eyes and exclaimed: “My […]


the last guest

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This post is about a day in Engelszell Abbey. I drink beer with Pater Christian and learn that the abbey is about to be shut down. “Stay as long as you like,” Pater Christian had told me, “hospitality is the way of the Trappists.” a quiet day So I stayed for a whole day in […]


Victoria, you pile of bones

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This post is about a 19km walk from Schlögen to Engelhartszell. I see a Roman excavation and end up staying in Engelszell Abbey. I woke up at five in the morning, and when I looked down at the river I couldn’t see it. There was a thick layer of clouds in the valley below, as […]


Nibelung

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This post is about an 18km walk from Mühl to Schlögen. I toil my way up the hills until I am at the viewpoint Schlögener Schlinge. Everyone had been telling me that I was about to enter the part of the Danube that was the prettiest. And it seemed as though they weren’t wrong. Germanic […]


just wait

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This post is about an 18km walk from Feldkirchen to Mühl. My friend Mario from Linz accompanies me as I walk from campground to campground. I woke up feeling out of place. Again, I had spent the night at a campground, but this time it was a large place that seemed to cater mostly to […]


drunken investigations into water

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This post is about a 10km walk from Fall to Feldkirchen. I look around in Goldwörth, a village that was flooded by the Danube in 2013. It was raining in the morning, which felt nice because I woke up dry and comfortable under the overhanging roof of a building on the campground. I looked at […]


they never saw the beautiful arches

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This post is about an 8km walk from Alkoven to Fall. I visit the Hartheim Killing Center, then I get into a thunderstorm. I had slept very well in the yoga studio. It was a public holiday, so after a coffee I asked Anita and her family if they wanted to go visit the castle […]


the grave of Hitler’s parents

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This post is about a 19km walk from Linz to Alkoven. Mario and I walk past the former grave of Hitler’s parents, then I continue on my own. When it was time to leave, Mario gave me some TLW stickers to put on the Caboose. Now, after more than 10,000km on the road, she was […]


I heard they suck live

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This post is about a good time in Linz. I fix my hat, go down a tunnel, see NOFX and Rancid, and I generally have a blast. I ended up spending more than a week at Mario’s place in Linz. During this time I ate well, and I even tested a bit of Austrian vodka. […]


Wolfenstein

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This post is about a 15km walk from Abwinden to Linz. I walk past the steel plant that used to be called Reichswerke Hermann Göring. The bike path along the Danube (still the EuroVelo 6) felt busier than ever. It was a warm, sunny day, and it was a Sunday, after all. the steel I […]


who owns the white house?

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This post is about a 16km walk from Marbach to Abwinden. My friend and web designer Mario joins me to visit Mauthausen and Gusen. This web site (as well as christophrehage.com and some of my other sites, which are currently under construction) were developed, designed, and are being maintained by Studio Mitte, a company in […]


from tree to tree

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This post is about a 24km walk from Mitterkirchen to Marbach. Andreas the bus driver shows me the site of a tragedy, and I receive two gifts. Another morning, another view. I opened the tent flap and looked at the 500-year-old oak. It stood there, solemnly towering over the fields. Everything was quiet. My tent […]


zelda

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This post is about a 29km walk from Hößgang to Mitterkirchen. I’m on the wrong way for a bit, then I arrive at a giant oak. I woke up in the garage, went to the restroom to brush my teeth and wash my face, then I packed everything together. Manuela, after cooking me a tasty […]


5 km/h

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This post is about a 20km walk from Ybbs an der Donau to Hößgang. I measure my walking speed and meet Manuela and Wolfgang. When I got back on the road I felt well-rested. And I felt smart. I had been planning to spend one day of rest in a hotel in Ybbs. But then […]


change is indubitable

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This post is about a 20km walk from Freiningau to Ybbs an der Donau. I run into someone who has read my books, then I run into the rain. I woke up at 4:30 in the morning because it was light. The sun was coming out, and I was stretched out next to a utility […]


crematorium

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This post is about an 18km walk from Schönbühel to Freiningau. I visit Melk Abbey and the Melk Concentration Camp Memorial. The night had been difficult. First there was the slope where I had set up the tent: it kept causing me to slide down from my ground pad. Then there was the wind: all […]