Christian's Travel Blog

333 days by plane, ship, train, bus, and on foot - a backpack as company - only to finally find myself climbing up the last of the seven hills that lead to the big apple: New York! Indeed, NY is not a Snow White. NY does not atempt innocence, nor virginity. NY is just as I knew it from all that movies, TV series, magazines, and stories ... I love NY! What a place to finish a journey around the world - right in the heart of this magic, vibrant "melting pot". If you are lucky to meet one of the seven dwarfs behind the seven hills and listen to his tale of hidden secrets, you may find in the middle of the Manhatten forest of skyscrapers and glas towers a nestled meadow - the Bryant Park - guarded by two lions, nicknamed Patience and Fortitude. The meadow hosts one of the most precious goods of this vibrant city: TIME! Because without time there's no access to the vast collection of the NY Public Library - from medieval manuscripts to contemporary poetry. This midtow

NEW YORK - the big apple - is preparing to receive the lonely cowboy on his last stop of his journey around the world. But first I owe you some story-telling of my recent adventures - a road trip along the Rocky Mountains into the heart land of the Wild West. From Alberta down to Montana, Idaho and Wyoming - home of one of the last and largest undeveloped landscape in the continental United States: The Yellowstone National Park . Hey, since weeks I'm travelling through bear country. Although, I am still in search for my first encounter with both the black and grizzly bears. They're already spooking around in my head: If you encounter a bear, stay calm. Guidelines suggest you won't make abrupt moves, assume a nonthreatening posture, avoid eye contact, and slowly back away. Sounds good for "Gringos", but can one seriously expect from a lonely cowboy to turn sideways? Calamity Jane would have spit about Lucky Luke backing away. They never would drop to the

Moby Dick's mouth was wide open ... ready for an adventure up the rugged coast line of British Columbia - to meet the Grizzlies in their natural habitat. Somewhere in the South Pacific I found a National Geographic Magazine with that thrilling story and amazing pictures of the Kermode Bear , a white species of the Grizzlies that live only on two islands up North. And one of them - Princess Royal Island - I just passed on board of the Northern Expedition Ferry on my way up to Prince Rupert.   What a great vessel, what a wonderful journey up the inner passage. Fifteen hours of splendid nature along countless islands and inlets in company of some curious whales. They don't mind the daily ferry. Nor do the bears. They're just waking up from their hibernation period and are still up in the hills, grazing on the fresh meadows. Unfortunately for me, because their feast of the season - the salmon run - is not happening before August. Hence, no salmon, no bears! It's