Back home: Stop the Routeburn tunnel
No, I'm not tired of hiking. Indeed, my journey around the globe - though 'back home' - keeps me movin' on. The late summer reminds me that I am back in the heartland of 'Old Europe' with its splendid four seasons. Autumn is probably the best time for hiking in the Austrian Alps. 'Der Berg ruft' , we say in Austria. I won't get tired to climb 'my' mountain, the Traunstein . Imagine s taying overnight on top, enjoying the unforgetable moments 'from dusk till dawn' - counting shooting stars under an endless sky. Early morning you awake bedded on soft cushions of clouds. It takes a short hike from the mountain hut to reach the summit cross, unveiling unforgetable views as the sun rises higher into the sky. But don't fall off the cliffs when suddenly a chamois is crossing your path. How may I describe this feeling of joy? Is it the silence high above the people's daily busy life? The panoramic views that allow me to