boredom

If you want to impress, you have to come up with something.

Where are you going on vacation?

Among people who are not ashamed of flying come well: the Antarctic Atka Bay to greet emperor penguins.

To Congo's Odzala-Kokoua National Park to say hello to the gorillas.

To Canada's Skeena River for salmon fishing.

To the Andes to climb Aconcagua.

Into the valley of death to really sweat it out.

On the other hand, if you don't shy away from boring your colleagues, you always travel to the same destination.

For example to South Tyrol, year after year.

The charm lies precisely in the fact that the destination is not very original at first glance.

It doesn't take a lot of travel preparation.

The extremely friendly Italian neighbors around the holiday home, who have been well-known for many years, invite you to enjoy red wine and a barbecue.

We know the goal and the goal knows us.

This is how relaxation works on the edge of enchanting coniferous forests.

Incidentally, Empress Sissi, Mahatma Gandhi and three popes have all vacationed nearby, on the Mendel Pass.

But we don't want to impress here.

(teh.)

extreme sports

And suddenly a year older.

34. What now?

i want to run

Okay, the body is growling and it's tweaking here and there now.

And yet the long distances remain my small sins and the extremely long ones my great love.

Unhealthy?

Yes.

But also liberating!

Every route ahead is an unfulfilled promise, every step beyond the magical marathon limit is a rush and the search for the next challenge.

Today, however, only a leisurely 34 kilometers are planned, one for each year of life.

Actually.

At some point on the route I notice it: The new running clock that was supposed to guide me is still set to miles.

One mile per year of life would then be 54.72 kilometers.

I get doubts

But it's somehow too late to turn back.

I switch off the treacherous timer and run by feel.

A rusty MP3 player is supposed to provide motivation.

But thanks to a transmission error, there are only three songs on it.

Two preinstalled songs by an unnamed artist with questionable career prospects - and Meredith Brooks' "Bitch".

Then just like that.

I put Brooks on repeat and dig deep into my thoughts.

A few hours later it's all over.

I feel tired, dehydrated and yet light.

Then a telltale tingling sensation grips me.

Damn, I already have to think about the next stretch.

(adav.)

I feel tired, dehydrated and yet light.

Then a telltale tingling sensation grips me.

Damn, I already have to think about the next stretch.

(adav.)

I feel tired, dehydrated and yet light.

Then a telltale tingling sensation grips me.

Damn, I already have to think about the next stretch.

(adav.)

digital fasting

Camping in the forest is disreputable.

It evokes associations of cold, damp sleeping bags, back pain and ravioli.

If you like camping, you often have to justify yourself.

Many then say: "We do it for the sake of the children." A holiday in the forest offers adults in particular the opportunity for perfect relaxation.

Because of the poor network quality!

Deep in between coniferous trees or mixed foliage, the daily digital companions often take forced breaks due to reception.

Already you are alone with hiking boots and fresh air.

French pine forests, for example, are ideal for what relaxation professionals call "digital detox".

If you can't do without the news (and the weather forecast) entirely, you can find them in the printed regional paper, which the boulangerie on the edge of the forest sells alongside croissants and patisserie.

Reading even teaches foreign language skills.

Cell phone junkies can rest their thumbs here, escape the mail frenzy and silence the accompaniment of daily multitasking – constant beeps.

Only one thing sounds to fall asleep in the evening: the call of the owl when night falls.

(nab.)