A few years ago, a friend and I decided to go to Norway. We wanted to go backpacking, and we decided on the Jotunheimen National Park, which is about 400km northwest of Oslo. Jotunheimen means home of the Jotuns, with the Jotuns being a race of giants on Norse mythology.
We first flew into Oslo and hung out there for a day and night.
A few years ago, my friend and I went to France to go hiking in the mountains. We decided on going to the mountains near Lourdes because it didn’t seem to be as touristy there as compared to other more well-known areas in the Pyrenees.
We first had to fly to Toulouse, and then we took the train to Lourdes.
Once we got to Lourdes, we started making our way through the town toward the mountains.
Unfortunately, it started raining right then. We trudged through the rain along the roads until someone was kind enough and pulled over for us, offering us a ride.
It was nice to get out of the rain on the first day of our backpacking trip, and she got us much closer to the mountains. By that time, the rain had subsided enough that we could walk without getting soaked.
We managed to get to a lake that marked the entrance of the park, and we ended up pitching our tent behind some bushes where it was fairly hidden.
If one is to live in Germany, the experience wouldn’t be complete without visiting the German Alps. As such, a year after I moved here, I went to the Alps with some friends.
Two friends and I took a few trains to get to Oberstdorf where we met up with another friend that had gone ahead before us.
Reunited, we immediately started walking out of the town and went south. We didn’t have a specific destination in mind, and we just went up the first canyon that looked decent which led us up the canyon right above where it says “Allgäuer Hochalpen” on the map. Continue reading
