about me

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Runaway at the beginning, I moved away from the elite boarding school. Felt better after first new class fights , very down to earth now. Few I won and most I lost, but I got friends. Parents had provided me solid education, gods bless you, a perfect tool - whenever needed I used it.  Outward bound I left home, which had frequently changed anyway before I became ten. I dropped out from my studies of physics and economy and left everything I knew.  The rest fit into my backpack and life spilled me and my friend Walter on shore in South America – at the mouth of the AMAZON river. Rated the chance to survive and return around 50/50 but finally there were less snakes than expected.
Explore the Amazon - why?

Well, nobody had travelled the entire river so far and it was simply there, tempting for adventurers and we were ready to go - I was twenty three.

10 months later my diaries were full of stories I would have liked to read before departure. Jungle, animals, rapids, natives, corruption, drugs, fear, euphoria, exhaustion, sickness, survival - close to death, but so alive! Dirty clothes in a disrupted backpack were all my belongings on return but several thousand colour slides and hundreds of stories in my diaries preserve real marvels from everyday’s falling into oblivion. Travelling had lead to changes and hunger for more adventures had risen. Three years later it happened again. All belongings procured from new since my return were made to money. A new door opened up into a new adventure.

Go EAST ! – this time with Barbara. She had quit her perfect career as a personal secretary, my gipsy sweetheart of twenty-four.
We dunk into Sri Lanka’s civil war and later deep into Asian cultures. A magus made us fly or die and we learned that it is easier to give than to take from the poorest. Our modest budget lead directly into the beating heart of Asia. Golden signs showed us the way to higher levels in the Himalayas and realization in Burma. Black opium gold glittered alongside our way to the hill tribes hidden in the Thai golden triangle. They touched our skin and our hair - had never seen white people before. Jungle got us back in Taman Negara, Malaysias green lung and finally we chilled down seven weeks on South Chinese coral islands.
Stations on our way, just to mention a few. After one year, two strangers returned to Europe, overloaded with treasures life had given. We had finally started to walk our way.

I am not boring you with the rest of my live story but it continued full of travels, marvels, adventures and is still everyday exciting.  Some might see it less spectacular from outside, but breathless from my perspective.

As you have read until here you might be really interested in treasures. Go ahead, they are only one side step away,  as usual, risk it and walk into my images. But look out, it is dangerous territory, there are traps, illusions and temptations – but probably also a hidden path starting a new adventure ...