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, I visited the same friend that I met in Munich. He had moved to Latvia to start a travel company, and I went there to check it out and just to visit him.
I first flew into Riga and then spent a couple days there with him checking out the city.
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
