Horses are tough. At least in Lithuania, where they have to live in the snow for half of the year.
(Photographed during my hike to Lithuania’s highest mountain.)
In the Lithuanian Alps
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Boyan Stoyanov is a mountaineer from Bulgaria who is on a mission to climb the highest mountain in each European country. This includes tough nuts like Mont Blanc, Triglav or Elbrus. Luckily, Boyan visited me when I lived in Lithuania. The highest point of the country is less than 300 meters/1,000 feet high. For that, I am ready.
It is 18 March 2013. It has been snowing almost every day for four months, the temperatures never went above zero (32° Fahrenheit). It looks accordingly white and winterly when we take a minibus from Vilnius towards the east. The villages are getting smaller, the snow is getting deeper and the bus is getting emptier.
We stay on all the way to Medininkai, the last village before the border to Belarus. Here, the European Union and the Schengen area come to an end. If there is any remnant of the Iron Curtain anywhere in Europe, then it is 2 km (1.2 miles) from here. Freedom on this side, Europe’s last dictatorship on the other side. F-16 fighter jets of the Danish Air Force patrol the skies. Lithuania has only one light attack aircraft, so the NATO partners intervene supportingly.
Not a single cloud roils the blue sky. The sun is mirrored in ice and snow. Picture-perfect weather. When you turn the face directly towards the sun, you can even bear the temperatures of minus 10 degrees (14° Fahrenheit). Nobody is out in the streets. Medininkai only has a population of 500, no mountain tourism has evolved yet.
Shortly after we leave the village, a sign points the way: 2 km (1.2 miles) to Aukštojo kalnas, 1 km (0.6 miles) to Juozapinės kalnas. “Kalnas” is the Lithuanian word for mountain and for hill. The further course of the expedition will reveal why this language, despite being more than 1,000 years old, is content with a single word for geographic elevations of different characteristics.
So we will be able to climb two peaks just one kilometer (less than a mile) apart. We already spotted the first mountain, Juozapinės:
“What mountain?” I hear the disappointed readers exclaim. But take a close look and you will recognize a wooden cross on the summit. Only a few minutes later we are already at the foot of the mountain. Here it is, in all its majestic size:
I could attempt to counter the noticeable disappointment by pointing out that this one is not the highest mountain in Lithuania. But in all honesty I would need to add that Juozapinės was considered to be Lithuanian’s highest mountain until 2004, before it was relegated to second place.
Boyan and me try to take our time with the ascent to get at least a bit of a mountaineering feeling, but for a Bulgarian and a Bavarian what we see in front of us is not more than a field which is slightly higher than the surrounding fields. Where we come from, only sledding children would call this a hill.
To prevent the summit from being overlooked by those riding their horses across the fields, a heavy stone was rolled up and one of these totem poles which one sees everywhere in Lithuania was driven into the ground.
From this elevated position, we finally see Aukštojas, the highest point of Lithuania. Some extra boost was provided by an over-sized hunting stand.
So this is our destination. We face a long and arduous ascent. Time to recapitulate the history of these two competing mountains. Since the beginning of time, Juozapinės was regarded as the highest point in Lithuania, until 1985 (when it was still the Soviet Union!) the geographer Rimantas Krupickas bravely dared to register doubts. Academic disputes between the geographic faculties of the universities in Lithuania ensued. At the University of Vilnius the Aukštojas faction was formed, while the majority of the surveying colleagues in Kaunas remained steadfast in their loyalty to Juozapinė. Seminars were organized, Master and doctoral theses were written, articles were published in scientific journals. The argument escalated so much that the Soviet Commission for Mountain Geography wanted to step in, but then the USSR broke up and Lithuania became independent in 1991.
With independence came progress and with progress came GPS. In 2004 a new field survey was carried out, and Aukštojas narrowly emerged as the victor. Students of geography saw themselves robbed of a fruitful subject and had to turn back to the Curonian Spit. But now the philologists appeared on the scene because the hill later known as Aukštojas didn’t have any name back then. After all, it was not yet a mountain, but a nobody, a nameless spot at the edge of the wood. A contest was proclaimed for the name of the newly discovered point, on which the pride of the nation would henceforth focus. Again academics debated, researched, argued and published. The winner of this contest was Libertas Klimka, professor of history at the Pedagogical University of Vilnius, whose proposal Aukštojas is derived from Aukštėjas, who is something like the Lithuanian Zeus. Lithuania was the last country in Europe to become christianized and which caught a crusade due to its slow conversion. Pagan cults are still widespread, as you can see from the woodcarving on the totem pole above. But I digress.
Aukštojas also received a heavy stone, of course.
And the tower. Climbing it took almost as long as climbing the whole mountain, which it adorns. Finally we get out the thermos flask with tea and the chocolate cookies. We are only modestly hungry, and even that little bit of hunger was probably built up more during the bus ride than during the short walk.
The look-out creates a distorted perception because from up there one looks down on Juozapinės like from the Matterhorn towards Zermatt.
But now I cannot postpone telling you the solution to the greatest geographical mystery of modern times. The curious reader has already prepared pen and paper to note down the exact altitude of the much discussed hills.
It is suggested that you take a seat before daring to glance at the values gained with the help of the most current scientific methods:
293.84 meters (964 feet 0.5 inches) beats 293.60 meters (963 feet 3 inches), but a difference in height of 24 cm (9.45 inches) makes the long-lasting discussions appear as ridiculous as your traveling reporter has tried to portray them. Twenty-four centimeters! Less than ten inches! In Nepal or in Switzerland nobody knows the decimal points of their highest mountains even. Twenty-four centimeters, that is less than the altitude gained if you take a book from a shelf and place it on the next shelf above. If one of the mountains grows a mohawk (after all, the totem pole is already in place), puts on a hat or wakes up one morning with something which I am too decent to mention, then the ranking has to be rewritten again.
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Did you notice the Irony? (19) Davos 2015
Climate change is the no. 1 issue on the agenda of the World Economic Forum 2015 in Davos, Switzerland.
The discussions about our planet will be led by people who are coming to Switzerland from all around the world. 1,700 private jets are expected.
A further subject is the divide between poor and rich. Well, with so many speakers with private jets, that question surely is in the right hands!
What happened to the Arab Spring?
Here is the simplified explanation:
Well, at least it did work in Tunisia.
Lessons from my last Trip
After my Balkan trip last October, I wrote down the following lessons that I had learnt during those two weeks. Here you can read my original plan for Romania, Serbia, Montenegro and Albania. Unfortunately, in the end I didn’t have time for Albania, but more on that below. I just remembered these notes as I am preparing a trip to Israel in March 2015.
Everyone travels differently, so these are not universal lessons. I do not wish to “teach” anything except that the world is a big, beautiful and exciting place and that you should experience it and that any fears which you might have are probably unjustified. Instead, I am putting out these personal lessons to open up a debate.
- If there is a train or a bus, take the train. Always! Even if it takes twice as long or you have to change trains. The pleasure of train travel is worth it. On the bus, you can neither move your legs, nor do you have space to write. It’s no surprise that heads of state have trains for their travel and only overdrugged rock stars choose buses. – I went from Targu Mures to Timisoara by bus and it was hell. I came back by train (on the slowest train in Europe) and it took a bit longer, but at least I could enjoy the scenery, had several seats to myself, could open the window, could read and stretch out my legs. – And nothing beats the train journey through Montenegro, although in Montenegro, even the view from the buses is wonderful.
- One issue that I am still undecided on is “how much planning and how much spontaneity?” When I travel in summer and sleep outside, then I don’t need to plan anything of course. That’s freedom. But in winter and/or if I want to stay indoors, I find that hard. This time, I only planned the first four nights. On subsequent nights, I spent an hour every morning or evening to plan the next days, looking up hotels, Couchsurfing hosts, bus and train schedules and stops. On a small tablet computer or a phone, this is a nuisance. I should have done this at home and traveled with a free mind. Also, planning ahead is usually cheaper. On the other hand, I am always worried about losing the opportunity to make spur of the moment decisions.
- Therefore, you should leave free time at each stop to discover unplanned things and to hang out with people whom you meet.
- That’s why I like to spend 2 to 3 days in any city before moving on. Of course you can use that city as a base for day trips or excursions then, but it’s still less hassle than moving to a new hotel every night.
- This is the main lesson: Don’t try to squeeze too many places/countries into one trip. In the end, I ran out of time and had to choose between going to Shkoder in Albania (I had been to Albania in summer and wanted to see more of that fascinating country) or spending some time in the bay of Kotor. Because my flight back to Belgrade left from Tivat, going to Albania would have meant a lot of time on buses, at borders, researching timetables, changing money and learning a new language. I stayed in Tivat and Kotor instead and had a wonderfully relaxing time. – I still want to return to Albania, but I know I’ll have to devote an extra trip to that.
- I know you want to see a lot, but consider this: If you visit 10 places in 10 days, you will spend a lot of time getting tired on the road. If you see 5 places in these 10 days, you will have much more quality time.
- I also prefer the slow way of travelling because I like to read about a place before I go there. I want to learn something about the history, politics, geography, economy, literature of a country before I visit it. I don’t know how one could conceivably do this if one visits 15 countries in two weeks.
- I still haven’t been to a city where AirBnB is cheaper than a hotel room through Booking.com. I like the sharing economy, but if you make your apartments super expensive, why should I stay with you? When I want company, I’ll use Couchsurfing. I also like to use Booking.com when planning a trip because if I book a few weeks ahead, I usually find really cheap rooms. And then, if I do find Couchsurfing hosts, I can still cancel the rooms at no cost up to one or two days before.
- I wish there was a Couchsurfing for cars. Commercial car rental is too expensive for a poor/stingy guy like me, but I would be happy to rent someone’s car for 10-15 € per day.
- If you use Couchsurfing (which I recommend), alternate it with stays at hotels. You’ll need some private time (particularly in my case because I want to write down my travel stories and I would feel impolite doing so at a host’s house while he/she would prefer to show me the city, go on a canoe ride or just listen to my travel stories). When I had free time while I stayed at hotels, I still met up with Couchsurfers for a walk or for dinner. That provided the perfect mix.
- I personally don’t use hostels (unless I get a private room there, as I did in Belgrade this time) because I can’t get enough sleep in a room shared by 8, 16 or 40 people. And in the morning you lose 2 hours waiting for the bathroom to be available.
- Does anyone ever use all the clothes they take on holiday? I never do. Take as little as possible! If you do run out of clothes, there are cheap markets everywhere. Also, the smaller your backpack, the more success you will have when hitchhiking.
- Trust strangers! People who look suspicious are usually the most trustworthy ones.
- If people read (good) books, they are good people.
- It’s your holiday. You will encounter many people who will tell you “you have to go to X”, “you have to do Y” and “you have to visit Z”. You don’t have time for all of that and there is no need to feel bad about it. Whatever you see/do, it is more than you would have seen/done if you had sat at home or spent another week at the office.
- Generally, advice needs to be taken with a grain of salt. The advice of people who haven’t been anywhere is useless. “Albania is dangerous,” people say who have never been to Albania and who would be surprised to find the most hospitable country in Europe. When a girl warned me against going to Podgorica “because there are no cool parties,” I learnt more about her priorities than about Podgorica. I don’t like parties, so this was irrelevant. When people warned me against going to the mountains in fall because nobody goes there after the end of the season, I knew I would enjoy it. I did. – Advice from people who have different priorities, ideas, wishes is rather useless. When getting travel advice from someone, first find out if you click with that person. The same obviously applies to this summary. If you are into lazy beach holidays, then we’re not on the same page.
- Don’t rely on taxi drivers’ account of public transport options. According to them, there never is a bus or a train and their taxi is the only option. At Podgorica Airport in Montenegro, it’s so bad that there is no mentioning at all of the train stop. All signs and all information directs you to the taxi drivers waiting outside. I wasted 15 Euros that way. Generally, people who have cars or who never leave their city underestimate the options provided by public transport. All over the world I have traveled on buses and trains that locals said didn’t exist.
- People treat you suspiciously if you take out a notebook and start writing, I noticed.
- But people respect you more if you smoke cigars.
- Go for street food or small food stalls that don’t cater to tourists. They usually offer the best quality for the lowest prices.
- Be open to talk to strangers. On my trips to the Balkans, I have often experienced it that people came up to me to talk while I was sitting in a park and reading. They were just curious about who this visitor is, they wanted to practice their English, or they wanted to give good advice about what to visit and what to do. Some of the best experiences on my trip were when Milivoje picked me up when I was hitchhiking in Montenegro and then took me home to meet his family and drink raki, when Miro and Maia, two chemical engineers in their 60s, started telling me their life story while I was enjoying a sunny afternoon in Belgrade, when I met Tyler from Nashville and Rod from Skopje and suddenly had company for the train ride from Serbia to Romania, and when some guys from Serbia and the US joined me on the descent from Kotor Fortress.
- This will rarely happen if you travel with a group or with friends. You’ll stay with the same people that you already see at the office, at university or in your home town every day. For new experiences, travel alone!
- Treat anything unexpected as an adventure.
People warned me against going into the mountains in winter. Nobody would have joined me. I got lost and stuck in the snow. I was freezing and wet as I descended. – It was one of the best days!
Now I am curious to read what you learnt on your last trips!
Oops. I need to move again.
If stuff like this keeps happening, how am I supposed to get settled in a place?
Which idiot had the idea to comprise one list of all foreign agents? With their real and their cover names even. “Does anyone want the key to the apartment where the money is?” Ostap Bender from the novel Twelve Chairs and the FSB colleagues, who like all Russians have read that book, would ask.
Just because a bureaucrat had a boring day and wanted to set up an Excel spreadsheet, people’s lives are now in danger. And these are not any people, these are heroes who put their lives on the line for your our security.
Experts will remember that this – a stolen list of all foreign agents – was also how the James Bond film Skyfall began.
By the way, if my name would somehow be on that list due to a stupid coincidence, I refer you to the press reports, according to which the list was rather outdated and also contains retired spies. So there is no reason to over-react and arrest me (again)! If you will see me in the streets of Marrakesh, Odessa or Kathmandu in the next months, it might still be saver to ignore me.
Ok, I have to pack my bag now.
Tagged BND, espionage, James Bond
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Video Blog: Târgu Mureș at Christmas
I already described and documented photographically the Christmas lights in Târgu Mureș, where I currently live, which got a bit out of hand and strained the national electricity network.
Bogdan Nasca could easily top that because he has a camera which can fly and play cheesy radio music at the same time. Here is his video:
There is no question that I picked a beautiful city for my stay in Romania.
Montenegro by Train
The next train will leave at 10 o’clock, the lady at the counter signals by raising both her hands and stretching out all of her ten fingers, as if a robbery was in progress. The ticket for one of the most beautiful train rides in Europe costs 3.20 Euros (less than 4 US dollars). At another counter, I later discover a handwritten note with the departure times of the most important train connection in former Yugoslavia.
I still have 20 minutes left. The little shop doesn’t have Coca Cola, but Cockta, a Slovenian Cola substitute which tastes more refreshing, but doesn’t inject any caffeine. And a chocolate bar for the train journey. On the platform for track 3, there is a man with a chainsaw. That one must be the right track for the train into the mountains.
From Podgorica, the capital of Montenegro, I want to go to Kolašin, a small town in the mountains. Already before the first stop, still in the outskirts of the city, two police officers on the train are checking my passport as thoroughly as if I was about to leave the country. The route is indeed part of the train connection to Belgrade, but it’s still a few hours until we will approach the border.
Back in 1855, planning began for a rail connection from Belgrade to the Montenegrin coast. Only in 1976, a full 121 years later, the whole 454 km (282 miles) were opened. With 254 tunnels and 243 bridges, it was the most expensive infrastructure project in Yugoslavia. The railroad overcomes a difference in altitude of 1,000 meters (3,280 feet). The train station of Kolašin, my destination today, is the highest station along the route at 1,024 meters (3,360 feet).
Shortly after leaving the capital, the train begins to climb. A turquoise river meanders deep down in the canyon next to the rail track. Rivers in Montenegro display colors which you otherwise see only on postcards from Sardinia and the Caribbean.
My eyes quickly wander back and forth between canyons and mountains. A dramatic landscape with small mountain villages in between, in which the unplastered stone houses can only be told apart from the adjacent stables by the satellite dishes. And tunnels, tunnels, tunnels. A quarter of the whole distance runs through tunnels, the longest of which are piercing into the mountain for more than 6 km (3.8 miles).
Sitting alone in the compartment, I am writing these notes and jump up again and again to rush to the window and take photos. On the right hand side the mountains rise as steeply as they fall down on the left. This train journey has to be made at least twice, because once is not enough to absorb everything. There are not many countries in which one can marvel at the most impressive natural beauty in such a simple, convenient and affordable way.
There it is, Mala Rijeka Viaduct. 500 meters (1,636 feet) long and 200 meters (660 feet) deep. The tallest railway bridge in Europe. I see it from afar, then another tunnel, and immediately as it leaves the tunnel, the train is on the bridge. Fantastic views are opening up. I can’t decide which side to look down first.
The train winds its way across mountain passes, through canyons and across bridges. Building a straight line is impossible in this terrain. The engine takes the enormous ascent impressively easy. At stations like Bratonižići, where one railway employee stands in front of the lonely station building which is surrounded by dense forest, the train doesn’t even stop. It was not only geography which determined the route, but also politics. Before World War I, there was already an international conflict, mainly between Austria-Hungary and Serbia, about the routes of new long-distance railroads to be built. Serbia, which had no access to the sea, wanted to open up an Adriatic port with the rail connection. Austria-Hungary tried to counter with competing routes. It was this conflict over the Balkans, not the assassination in Sarajevo, which lead to World War I in 1914.
But now everything is peaceful. The first snow-covered mountain peaks appear in the distance. Down in the valley, the road winds beside the river, while the train keeps ascending and towers above all other means of transport. As it should.
At the stop at Lutovo, a train which came from the other direction is waiting. Nobody lives around here. Maybe the stop only serves the purpose of allowing the trains to pass because the line is mostly single-track. The railway staff working up here can only get to their place of work by train. That way, the company creates its own demand.
The river has dwindled to a trickle. Caves have been blown into the rock, maybe by partisans during World War II or maybe there was some dynamite left from building the tunnels. Fall-colored foliage, steep granite walls like in Yosemite, a lonesome wooden hut in between. The fir trees on top of the Ostrovica tunnel are already wearing white. It is October. I would like to make this journey once more, but in wintertime.
The journey to Kolašin took only 78 minutes, but it was 78 minutes of great natural cinema! Leaving the train, I see one of the police officers stretched out across three seats, sleeping, his shoes removed and his tie loosened.
Despite the noon sun, this highest train station in the country receives me with an ice-cold wind. Except for the treetops’ sough, there is absolute silence. Only a few birds are chirping. Most of them have moved away for the winter, have frozen to death or have been eaten by wolves. In a basin, there is the town of Kolašin, still a considerable march from the station. 78 minutes on a train, and I feel far away from the lowlands and reminded of the opening chapter in The Magic Mountain.
As I look back, the train has already left.
It will continue to Bijelo Polje, deeper into the mountains. Only one row of the chocolate bar is missing because I didn’t have time for it with all that marveling, photographing and writing. Usually, chocolate never survives that long in my company.
Practical information:
- The website of the Montenegrin railway company has an English version (click on the British flag).
- There, you will find timetables, prices and stops in between.
- The whole trip from Bar to Belgrade lasts 12 hours and costs 21 € in second class. There is one day and one night train every day. For the views, I recommend taking the day train.
- There is also a branch line going from Podgorica to Nikšić five times a day (2.80 €).
- When you arrive at Podgorica airport, you can walk to the railway stop Aerodrom, about 1 km south of the airport and catch the train in either direction (Bar or Podgorica/mountains/Belgrade). Check the timetable before to see if it’s worth the wait. Economically, it’s definitely worth it because taxis from the airport to Podgorica cost 15 € (the train costs 1.20 € for the same distance). Nobody at the airport will tell you about the train, but it stops at the airport station 10 times per day (and another 10 times in the other direction).
- There are plenty of discounts for children, seniors (the train is free for anyone above age 75) and journalists.
Links:
- More articles from Montenegro.
- More articles on train travel.
- More on World War I.
- More photos of mountains.
- Some lessons from that particular Balkan trip.
- Zur deutschen Fassung dieses Berichts.
- This story was also published by Medium.
Posted in History, Montenegro, Photography, Serbia, Travel, World War I
Tagged Bar, Belgrade, Kolasin, Podgorica, train
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What do you expect from 2015?
No, I don’t mean wishes like health, world peace or the absence of world peace (for the weapons manufacturers among my readers). Nor petit-bourgeois wishes like a rise in salary, a new car or that the children won’t become jihadists.
What I am rather interested in: What do you expect from my blog in 2015?
This blog recently broke the threshold of one million views, but it is far less often that I receive comments or feedback. Therefore I don’t really know if you actually read parts of my blog, what you like, what you don’t like, what disturbs you.
I posted the same question on my Facebook page and have received the following answers thus far:
- More practical advice. Of most interest seems to be the question how I finance my vagabond life, how to organize it, whether it isn’t dangerous or lonely, et cetera. – Except for an article on financing my travels, I haven’t written too much about this, because I didn’t really want to force my ideas about life upon anyone else. But I realize that there are a great many number of people toying with the idea to take a break for a couple of years, to scale down financially and to explore the world. Therefore I will offer more practical tips on travel and on my kind of lifestyle in the future.
- My FAQ on legal issues continue to be the most popular posts. Of course, where else can you find understandable explanations of German law, by a professional, in English, for free? Who wouldn’t jump at that? – I will publish several more of these FAQ over the next couple of months.
- Some people want to see/read more about food or even personal things about myself. That won’t happen of course.
It was rather disappointing for me that no one expressed a desire to read more of the articles of which I am really proud:
- the longer and linguistically more ambitious travel stories (for example: Santa Claus in Bari, Grutas Park Museum, Half Marathon in Montenegro),
- commentary on current affairs (for example: Crimea, gay rights),
- and attempts at creative writing (for example: Christmas, spy thriller, romance).
These are the articles that take me at least half a day to write. These are the articles, due to which I don’t get enough fresh air, the food burns on the stove and neglect my friends. If I don’t receive any feedback after their publication, I sometimes ask myself why I am doing this. Yes, I don’t want to be too critical because I don’t like to read longer articles online either. When I have time to read something longer, I buy National Geographic or of course books. But without your feedback on my articles and without you passing them on, mailing them to your colleagues, sharing them on Facebook and Twitter, neither National Geographic nor publishing houses will ever contact me.
I am curious to learn from you:
- Do you even read the longer articles on my blog?
- Or do you want more photos instead?
- Do you want more on politics and current affairs?
- Why aren’t my daring videos the biggest hit on the internet?
- What annoys you?
- What do you like most?
- What bores you?
- What do you think of the series, like “Easily Confused”?
- Does anyone read book reviews?
- What are you missing?
- Why/to what purpose do you follow my blog?
- Why don’t my posts get shared on Facebook or Twitter too often?
Writing is a lonely job. I’d like to learn a bit about those who are receiving and reading some of my writings. Some feedback would be nice, preferably in the comment section below. Thank you very much!
And don’t worry, I will definitely keep my personal style. I will continue to combine seriousness with humor in a way that it will sometimes take a while to find out which is which. And there will still be silly posts. After all, this is a blog and not a book. The book will be written later, when this blog will have enough readers who convince me to withdraw to a remote cabin in the Carpathian Mountains to find the necessary peace.
I wish you a great 2015!
The Happy Hermit 