Amrum, Germany, July 2022
Amrum, Germany, July 2022
For me, Amrum was, above all, dunes. At first, gentle hills with tufts of grass swaying in the wind. Then, more and more sand. A lot of sand.
The first few kilometers were easy—I walked comfortably along a wooden boardwalk that wound its way through the landscape. But then, I took a wrong turn.
The boardwalk disappeared, and suddenly, I was trudging through fine, soft sand. It was exhausting, almost absurd how difficult each step became. But I have to admit, the dunes around me were breathtaking. The vastness, the silence, the soft whisper of the wind—everything was wonderful. Or it would have been, had I not just become an unwilling participant in an extreme fitness program for directionally challenged hikers.
At some point—after what felt like a full desert expedition—a path finally appeared. And shortly after, civilization. Exhausted but triumphant, I made my way back, armed with beautiful photos and the certainty that the struggle had been worth it.
But next time, I'm definitely going to stay on the boardwalk.





















