Hiking in Austria in Vorarlberg: the Lechweg

We go to the Freiberger Hut Hütte that evening and the hike to get there is quite simple, with a small drop, but nothing more. It’s also very well signposted and you can do it for yourself. This hike is actually the first leg of the famous Lechweg and is located in a national park. Another advantage for small walkers, a bus runs on a road near this hike and others also. You can take it for a while, get close or even close to the refuge and its lake. The road is only accessible for this bus, for local farmers or for tourists paying a fee to enter the National Park, but it is very quiet.

We take the path and the guide explains many anecdotes and interesting facts about the history of the region, the fauna and flora. She knows the area well and is in love with her area. We quickly understand why. Our steps lead us quickly to the lunch we will take at Gasthaus Alpele. The place has been completely restored and was founded more than 300 years ago. The place is charming, traditional and popular and I feel that we will feel good. I can not help but choose Käsespätzle, the homemade pasta with cheese and onions that Sarah taught me to cook and that I sometimes cook while traveling. They are delicious and melting to perfection, the cheese is strong and perfect. I enjoy it. Annalisa chooses the dessert and then arrives a giant pan filled with a kind of apple and plum crumble (Kaiserschmarren ). It’s just to fall. It will be very difficult to hit the road after that.

We take the bus to advance a little and begin the rest of the hike. The weather is threatening, but the weather is nice and we chained the pretty views and other waterfalls. It’s nice to be so, alone in these film landscapes.

HIKING IN AUSTRIA IN VORARLBERG: STORY, TIPS AND GOOD ADDRESSES

After a wonderful stay in Austrian Tyrol last year, I was looking forward to seeing the sights and the Austrian calm for a weekend. This trip coincided with my return to Europe after my PVT in Argentina and would allow me to have a soothing and adaptive break, before returning to France and live the classic blues of return. This time, not from Tyrol, but from Vorarlberg, a rather unknown region of the country, at the western tip, very close to Liechtenstein. The program was simple: discover the magnificent panoramas of the region and hike in Austria, in the region of Vorarlberg.

It is not easy to go to this corner of the world or at least the trip is never really direct. From Madrid to Zurich, I take the plane, then the train to Austria. We go along several lakes and cross sublime landscapes. I fall asleep despite everything, lulled by the train and my jet lag, always present. I wake up in Austria and meet my fellow travelers for the next three days. There is Richard and Franck from One Day One Travel that I know well and Céline, the Globetrekkeuse and his spouse Pierre. A taxi ride and we finally arrived in Lech, an adorable and typical Austrian small town. We take our quarters in a comfortable hotel, overlooking the hills, savor our first beer and our first meal. What a pleasure to find Austria, its beauty of postcard, its flavors and its calm. I would sleep well that night, finally settling my jet lag and enjoying my serene mountain sleep. The trip was long and the adventure begins tomorrow.

AS THE MONTHS GO BY: AUGUST, SEPTEMBER AND OCTOBER 2017

In recent months, Japan has put me in my loneliness and this is one of the reasons why I decided to move to Chiang Mai in Thailand. To find a community of digital nomads, to network and just feel more connected with the local community and travelers. But I was luckier than that, since my move coincided with a blogger friend’s trip to Thailand and I had another friend there in Chiang Mai. As soon as I landed in Thailand, I was no longer alone and that changed everything. It’s not just about finding friends, but finding people who have the same job as me, the same aspirations and with whom they can constantly brainstorm, help each other and simply advance. Even though these months have been horribly busy with work, paperwork and other round trips, for the first time in years,

I feel like I’ve put things flat, to have been more productive than ever and to have a direction and an alignment of my projects. Without them, it would not have been possible, so thank you to my incomparable Nastasya of the blog Valiz Storiz and Corinne de Vie Nomade , my rocks, who supported me while I arrived in spare parts of Japan. I also had the opportunity to meet for a night and a guided tour in Bangkok Romain of the blog Thailand and Asia and during a Florine evening blog World Adventure Divers. A friend from Japan was also visiting Chiang Mai and I had my dad visiting Thailand for 10 days on his first big trip. I also spent an afternoon coworking with a Dutch blogger whom I knew by sight. Add to that a flash trip to Austria for a conference of international travel bloggers , where I met many friends and met other bloggers for inspiring and inspiring moments, such as every time I go to a conference of Bloggers and a trip to Kuala Lumpur, where I spent a few days at Pauline’s Graineand you get the picture of very productive, inspiring and rich weeks.

MY TRIP TO KYRGYZSTAN: LEAVE ROOM FOR THE UNKNOWN ..

Here I am in an alley, or a street, call it as you want. No cars or people around except for some barking from stray dogs.
Kyrgyzstan trip

It has been almost half an hour now that a truck driver dropped me off in the center of Cholpon Ata, Kyrgyzstan. Oh yeah I forgot to tell you, I decided to hitch-hike in this country. 
As Georges-Michel says , It’s the simplest means of transport. It is almost an institution in Kyrgyzstan. If you go to the side of the road and you raise your thumb, almost all cars will stop.

In short, to return to our sheep, Cholpon ata is a small village located 1500 meters above sea level of the beautiful lake of Issky-Kul.
Since you must be a bad geographer (do not worry too many months), I’ll help you

I’m standing there, unable to move to where to sleep tonight. I had arrived here without any program, my host at Bishkek had told me to stop there.
And I found myself there, with only my backpacking company, looking in the emptiness around me ..
After an hour wandering the streets, I simply said:

“Nothing to do here, I’ll break, I’ll find better elsewhere”.

So I took my stuff and started to walk to the only intersection of the village, hoping to find a car ready to drop me on the main road. From there, I would find a bus to take me to a bigger city.
I get on the road and a few seconds later I hear the engine of a car behind me, I thumbs up saying that it will save me a good half hour of walking if the person drops me a little further.

The car stops, a woman dressed in a black veil on her head opens the passenger side window:

– Uh, crossroads? (oh shit how do we say crossroads in English), heuuu to the next junction? Bus?
And there she answers me with perfect English
– You want to drop me to the bus station? (translation: “Do you want me to drop you at the bus station?”)

I was quite surprised, since the beginning of my trip I did not meet anyone who spoke English here. There are officially two languages ​​in Kyrgyzstan, Russian and Kyrgyz.

In the car, with a smile on her lips, she asks me where I come from and what I’m doing in Kyrgyzstan. I explain that I am here to discover the country, that I travel alone and that I have not planned anything. Usually I avoid saying that I travel alone, a simple safety rule, but this woman had such a sympathy that I did not need to hide this detail. 
I ask her how come she speaks English so well, she explains that she lived for a few years with her husband in the United States. Today they are back home and have a small guesthouse a few minutes walk from Lake Issyk-Kul.
The discussion continues for more than 10 minutes and she talks to me with passion about her country, the lake and the myths that exist around it. I listen to it religiously, it’s exciting!
Arrived at the bus station she said to me:

Do you have some time? You can come and drink tea at home and meet my husband and daughter.

At that moment, Cholpon Ata went from “boring city” to a place where I would probably spend some of my most beautiful moments in Kyrgyzstan. 
In fact it’s a bit like the definition of travel. I love highs, but lows are important too. I love being disappointed when great surprises await me at the end. And I love the fascinating people I meet during my adventures.

I do not hesitate a second and accept the invitation. I know from experience that the power to say yes can change a lot.

A brief overview of Cholpon Ata, Kyrgyzstan

Well, let me introduce Cholpon Ata. 
Then there you have the main street:
Cholpon Ata Kyrgyzstan