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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 Bรผckeberg, 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: […]


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 Wรผrgassen 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 […]


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This post is about a 27km walk from Bursfelde to Wรผrgassen. 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 Gรถttingen 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. […]


jabbed, again

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This post is about a 13km walk from Reinhausen to Gรถttingen. 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 Fรผrstenhagen 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 Hรผlfensberg to Fรผrstenhagen. 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 Hรผlfensberg. 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 […]


fallen trees and forgotten men

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This post is about a 14km walk from Unkeroda to Eisenach. I struggle with some fallen trees in a forest, and I visit the Wartburg. It felt good to put on my pants, fleece, jacket, wool hat, gloves, and shoes. All of them had been on the radiators all night, and they were nicely dry […]


cold + warm

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This post is about a 13km walk from Marksuhl to Unkeroda. I stay at a spiritual commune, then an unknown voice saves me from the rain. The night before had been difficult. The Caboose and I were in a forest, it was raining, and it was dark, when her left wheel gave out. She made […]


/DDR

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This post is about a 21km walk from Vacha to Marksuhl. I cross the Bridge Of Unity and see a weird street sign. I stayed in Vacha for another day. The reason wasn’t just my laziness, I had a meeting. Not sure what’s going to come out of it, but maybe one day in the […]


tiny rainbows

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This post is about a 16km walk from Geisa to Vacha. It’s my first walking day in former East Germany, and the rain does not stop. I had spent the night in a small and cheap guesthouse. There were two other guests in blue overalls who had arrived in their company van. My room had […]