A beautiful day for a hike in nature. The Jangtaesan Recreational Forest just south of Daejeon is perfect for such a ‚Forest Adventure‘. Various hiking paths and facilities like tree top walks, view tower or suspension bridge invites for exploring the nature there. But it wouldn’t be called ‚recreational forest‘ without having a picnic area under the trees with relaxing chairs and coffee facilities.
A „must see“ when in South Korea is the DMZ, the demilitarized zone on the border with North Korea.
On the way there was a stop at the Majang Reservoir Suspension Bridge. Just enough time for a nice stroll in the cool, fresh air of the morning.
Just before the DMZ is a place called Imjingak. A touristic place for foreign and domestic tourists alike. It tells the story of a border town, which supposed to be not. And it also has carry still some hope, that the unused railway tracks and bridge are connecting the people of north and south one day again.
(stay tuned for the next post, inside the DMZ)
It was already late afternoon, when i had another stop on my route trough the famous Taroko Gorge. Here i noticed a start of an hiking trail. Spontaneously i grabbed my camera and went on the path. It’s an easy going hike for approximately 3km each way. A broad path followed a river and was quite leveled. Even some tunnels were made to avoid steep bypasses. The only danger was the fallen rocks, which is not uncommon, as one can see along the way.
Just before reaching the waterfall of Baiyang, a suspension bridge has to be pass over an impressive gorge. Unfortunately the waterfall is rather a trickle, despite the rain from day before. I did expect more to be frankly. At least i had a nice chat with a doctor from Taipei, who offered me to take a picture from in front of that waterfall. Instead i asked her to join me on the selfie.
A signpost pointed to a tunnel, which lead to a stormy sound in the dark. To my surprise water streams from the ceiling of the tunnel, created a curtain of water falling to ground and flows in a stream towards the light on the end of tunnel. What an amazing spectacle. This hike was really paying off, latest with this final. Taroko Gorge will stay in good remembering for sure.
It was on a random chat with another tourist, when i heard about that wooden Borgund Stave Church. Let’s go there i thought, followed the rainbow and found my way via the fantastic Vindahellvegen to that awesome wooden church.
Don’t miss the beauty of it, they said. The Geiranger Fjord is another highlight of every Norway trip and also listed as an UNESCO World Heritage Site. But this means lots of visitors to expect. Luckily there the most tourists were still asleep when i arrived the fjord early morning.
The sky was scattered with clouds and the morning mist just lifted slowly, hovering over the mirror-smooth water of the fjord. The scenery was spectacular in this tranquil hours of the early morning.
Just when the first tourists arrived and started to do their stupid things, like ignoring safety fences for silly selfies or shouting funny words to hear an echo, i was on my way for more quite spot for another coffee.
Can anyone explain me:
I was expecting a crowd in Trondheim, but little knew about the Olavsfest, what was held on that particular weekend. The famous Nidaros Cathedral was overrun by spectators and entry tickets were sold out for the day. But there was still a lively market place to visit.
Not far from the cathedral flows the river Nidelva, which divides the city in two parts. The old city bridge ‚Gamle Bybro‘ connects them and leads to the neighborhood Bakklandet, what’s certainly worth a visit.
After a long day strolling around, enjoying street life and drinking coffee with sweets, i was longing for a calm place again. Luckily i found a nice hike in the hilly forest just outside of the city. The gentle rain that started to fall didn’t even bother me, but it also gave me a beautiful rainbow.
With lots of sunshine the Lofoten was pure bliss.
Pure? Almost, if there wasn’t those dirty people using the bushes as camping toilet. It makes me angry to see how some tourists pollute the nature, while posting about the their passion for outdoor activities. I guess there will be consequences for other tourists and traveler sooner or later. I wonder how much longer wild camping will be tolerated.
Back on the road i noticed wooden frames with left overs of dry fishes. Stockfish is an important good in Norway and its export was recorded back to the medieval times. Although it’s originally not salted, i found some salt on the bottom of these frames.
There are quite a few villages. Most are suited themselves best for tourism. They’re pretty, some have also museums and other information centre. Probably most important are the restaurants and cafes settled on beautiful places.
After a couple beautiful days on the archipelagos i reached the village of Å , where i had a last hike before boarding the ferry to south at midnight.
Bosnien und Herzegowina. Ein Land, das in den 90er Jahren wegen Balkankrieg oft in den Medien war. Darunter auch Mostar, und dessen uralte Brücke, die die Altstadt beidseits des Flusses Neretva verbindet. Diese Brücke wurde im Krieg zerstört und später wieder aufgebaut.
Ein Blick auf die Karte und in den Himmel, versprach ein herrlicher Tag für eine Motorradtour. Von der Strecke, wie auch vom Wetter her. Kurven führen von der Küste hinauf in eine karstige Hügellandschaft, die an die Winnetou Filme der 1960er Jahre erinnern. Tatsächlich sind hier damals in der Nähe einige Szenen abgedreht worden.
In der kleinen, engen Altstadt tummeln sich Gruppen von Touristen. Alle strömen zu der berühmten Brücke zu. In den Basaren und Läden locken die Verkäufer den Vorbeigehenden mit Souvenirs und lokalem Essen. Aber auch Überbleibsel des Krieges und der jugoslawischen Ära werden angeboten. So finden sich alte Militärhüte, Messer und Abzeichen in den Flohmärkten. Als ich so durch die Gassen schlenderte, begegnete ich vier netten, jungen Damen aus Kuala Lumpur, mit denen ich mich bereits in Kotor gut unterhalten hatte. Etwas Zeit für einen Austausch und ein Selfie musste sein, bevor alle wieder ihre Reise fortsetzten.
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