Category: The North

Follow me on a road trip in Ontario including canoe camping and stops in Killarney, Halliburton, Niagara Falls and of course Toronto!

I have fallen head over heels for Canada one the first day of my first big solo backpacking adventure in 2012. Back then it was British Columbia and Alberta that stole my heart – Vancouver, the Rockies, Tweedsmuir Provincial Park. Four years later I was set on a road trip in Ontario. I wanted to see Toronto and the Niagara Falls, but also get off the beaten path and into the forest, and finally try canoe camping. In these two weeks I saw enough to fill many notebooks and memory cards – and make a little video!
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For one sunny weekend in September I found myself in the wilderness of Ontario, fulfilling one of my biggest dreams: canoe camping in Canada.

 

Did you hear that noise?

No one answers. Obviously. I’m alone in my tent in the middle of Killarney Provincial Park. My tent is the only one on the little clearing in the forest. I was the only one who could have heard the noise. – There it was again. A quick and scratchy sound right next to my head. I open my eyes. It’s light out, but the sun hasn’t risen yet. There is no rain sheet covering my tent, so I can see the treetops high above me. The scratching is back. I realise it is actually not all that close, but rather a bit higher up in the tree next to my tent. It is coming closer. Something is moving down the trunk. I sit up and suddenly everything goes super quickly. Alarmed by the movement in the bright red spaceship-like structure there on the floor, the black squirrel raced down the tree, zoomed past the tent and disappeared in the leaves across the clearing. Had I really just been woken up by a squirrel? Just in time for sunrise? Or was this a dream?

Far off from that – I found myself in the wilderness of Ontario for a weekend by the lake – canoe camping in Canada.

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Hostels are not only for backpackers and these luxury boutique hostels in London are proof for that. But the Safestay Hostels also help you to safe money!

Figuring out where to stay on a trip to London can be a major endeavour, especially if you don’t know the city so well and are a quite spontaneous type of traveler (read that as ‘not using a guidebook’). You want to be close by the city’s places of interest – for some that means museums and tourist attractions, for others hip neighbourhoods and street markets are more important; you want your accommodation to be conveniently located within the public transport system and easy to reach from airports or train stations; you want restaurants, bars and pubs close by so that you don’t have to waste all your spending money on taxis or ubers; you want to feel integrated in the local lifestyle as much as possible; and on top of all that you don’t want to spend an arm and a leg on a place you essentially only go to to sleep. It sounds almost impossible to score accommodation like this in the big city – but luckily there are two boutique hostels in London that offer just that. Let me tell you more about the Safestay Hostels.
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Finding a stylish rain coat that does it's job and is comfortable to wear is not easy. But traveling with this yellow dream by Craghoppers I knew I did it!

You might think, the Faroe Islands are not hard to fall in love with – and you are right. And yet, I can’t wait to show you my photos of the Faroe Islands to convince you anyways! The Faroe Islands were one of my favourite places to photograph this year so far, not only because the weather gods were generous with us for most of the week, but also because every little detail in the towns, villages and landscapes seemed larger than life to me!

So take a look at these 30 photos of the Faroe Islands and tell me: How could you resist?
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The best way to understand a foreign place as the Faroe Islands it to meet its locals, listen to their stories and learn to understand their way of life.

Lately I have made it my goal to speak to as many locals as possible when I travel, record their stories and tell them back to the world. Through the stories of the people I met on the Faroe Islands I have come to understand a lot better what life in such a place means. A sheep farmer in a tiny village at the end of a long island said to me, over a cup of coffee I had bought in his barn shop, that it took him quite a while to adjust to life in Trøllanes. In Mikladalur where he grew up and which is just behind the mountain, he said, he could always make out the village of Kunoy across the water on the neighbouring island. But here in Trøllanes you could see no sign of civilisation. You were all alone with your thoughts. I guess what isolation is, lies in the eye of the beholder.
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