Heading North....soon

Sometimes I feel like an Arctic tern. This bird travels every year from the Arctic to the Antarctic and back again to the Arctic. After nearly 4 months in New Zealand and various adventures, winter is on the doorstep and it is now time again for me to open my wings again and head north.

Fulfilling an old dream I will be heading to Canada to Banff and Jasper National Park. Too many pictures seen off radiant blue lakes and snowy mountains, time to check of i is real. A short holiday, before I will join the ship in Longyearbyen,Svalbard  to start my guiding season in the Arctic mid June.

A short visit in Germany will allow me to catch up with family and friends before heading  to Northeast Greenland ad Iceland. A special treat will be the return journey from Longyearbyen via the Bear Island to Tromsoe. And with a huge amount of luck I might be able to photograph an aurora during a short stay in the aurora capital of Norway.

Here are some pictures of my time in New Zealand

Japan by bike

On my way home from the Arctic Stuart and I met up in Japan. On our bikes we explored for 2 weeks eastern Hokkaido, covering 700km, 4 National Parks and eating over 70 rice triangles. After that we stayed with Shelly in Sasama, a little village not too far from Mt Fuji surrounded by tea plantations.

The beauty of the North

I have been working in the Arctic for 3 months from June to September. In between I managed to squeeze in a trip to Germany and to the Lofoten Islands in Norway.  But the beauty of the Arctic is captivating. Especially East Greenland impressed me with its icebergs and stunning geology. In the Svalbard the wildlife is the main focus and I saw beluga whales, humpback and blue whales, loads of polar bears, luckily most of them from the safety of the ship.

Exploring my home country

I found it always funny to what length I go to explore a foreign country: I buy guide books, I study webpages, I try to find out where to eat and what to see, but in regard of Germany I have never gone through so much trouble. Why not? So as a way to explore my own country I am trying to visit a new place each time I get home. This time the place of choice was the Eifel (also conveniently located in the middle of Germany to meet an old friend from the South). Volcanos, now extinct, have shaped the face of the landscape in the Eifel. Coming from New Zealand and being used to REAL volcanos the rounded and forested hills here wouldn’t make me bat an eye lid if it wasn’t for the maars, lakes that have formed thousands of years ago through the explosive  meeting of hot lava and water rich soil layers. They simply blew their top when the water suddenly evaporated through the heat. The other nice thing is that the Eifel is not very populated. You can actually stand on the top of a hill and not see a town, only wide spaced farmhouses.

Daun is a little sleepy village in the heart of the so called Vulkan Eifel (Volcano Eifel). With some luck we found a holiday house here close to forest and nice walks with a sun terrace and evening sun.  On one of our evening strolls we saw that the region is also set up for cross country skiing, in winter there are formed ski tracks and even a little ski hut. As we walked the sun set spectacular behind some wind generators.

Next day we set off to explore the three maars, Gemündener, Weinfelder and Schalkenmehrener Maar. The goal was to circumnavigate them all, with 10km not really far but one has to plan for photo, picnic and swim stops. Also a lengthy stop at the forest café with waffle and ice coffee was compulsory.  At the Schalkenmehrener Maar two guys were fishing from a little boat, shiny blue dragon flies were buzzing through the reeds and later we joined some kids for a swim in the water. Only later we found out that it is not allowed to swim where you want. You were supposed to use the designated bathing area, which is fenced off and charges 3 Euro! (Needless to say that the New Zealander in me protested).

The second maar we circumnavigated was the Weinfelder Maar which is also called Totenmaar (Death Maar) after the picturesque little church and cemetery on its far end. The village that once surrounded the church was devastated by the plague. By 1597 the priest was the only survivor, he moved away and in the following centuries the village was used as a quarry.  Only the church remains, lovingly renovated.

From the church the track leads uphill to the 561m high Mäuseberg, our lunch spot. On top of the hill an old stone tower offers a great vantage. Below the Gemündener Maar sits in a steep sided valley, its water is turquoise, sometimes green. I enjoy the walk through the shady forest and especially another forbidden dip.