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Five Ways To Keep Entertained During Lockdown

As well as getting out for some fresh air if you can, there are so many things you can do in the comfort of your own homes whilst in lockdown. This could be the perfect time to slow down and appreciate those small pleasures in life that may have passed you by before.


Does reading always seems to go to the bottom of the list when life gets in the way, normally reserved for holidays and long journeys? Now you have some more free time, you can really get stuck in to a new book and get transported to anywhere in the world.

The Little Italian Bakery - Valentina Cebeni

The essence of Sardinia is perfectly captured and you can easily whisky ourself out of this world into a new one.  This is a place where time has stood still for years on end, but where the secrets of the island have also been hidden in its past.
Get it here.

A Wedding in Provence, by Ellen Sussman

A fictional story of a couple holding their second marriage in Provence, France surrounded by their immediate family in a quaint inn set in the small town of Cassis. The bride’s two adult daughters bring a little drama to the situation and it all quickly unfolds from there. 
Get it here.

Normal People, by Sally Rooney

This award-winning novel is Set in Ireland. The story follows two people from high school in their small town to university in Dublin, exploring their relationship as well as their own psyches.
Get it here.

Listening to podcasts

There are so many to choose from, but there are a few that are great to keep that hiking mindset alive and kicking! Anything  from advice on training for a bucket list trip to real-life stories and hints for beginners.

Hiking Thru

A weekly podcast in which there is a speak with experienced thru hikers about their stories from the trails and strategies for a successful thru hike. Each episode is not only full of unique stories from the trail, but also comes with dedicated 'Gear Recommendations and Trail Wisdoms' page. Here you can see what gear each thru hiker used including shoes, socks, packs, sleep gear and more, the food they ate and can recommend for you, gadgets, apps, hacks and of course wisdoms learnt along the way.
Listen here.

The First 40 Miles

This is a podcast for people who are new to hiking and backpacking. If you are new to backpacking, or if you're hopelessly in love with someone who wants you to love backpacking, then this podcast is for you. We talk about the essentials, how to lighten your load, and how to make the most of your time on the trail.
Listen here.

The Training for Trekking

This podcast is created to help hikers, trekkers and mountaineers prepare for their bucket list adventures. Rowan shares with you the simple training strategies to get you fit, strong and resilient to tackle anything the trail will throw at you, even during the current pandemic.
Listen here.


Cooking And Baking

Have you found a new found love for cooking and baking? You’re not the only ones! So, even if you can’t get to your favourite destinations right now, you can still whip up something native to the region instead and before you know, you’ll feel like you’re there!

French Coq Au Vin

A traditional French dish consisting of chicken braised with wine, bacon lardons and mushrooms. A red Burgundy wine is typically used, though many regions of France make variants using their local wines.

Find recipe here.

Greek Moussaka

Moussaka is an aubergine or potato-based dish, often including ground meat, traditionally minced lamb and topped with a creamy béchamel sauce. However, there are many local and regional variations.

Find recipe here.

Scottish Shortbread

It’s almost impossible to think of the delicacies of Scotland without thinking of their famous shortbread. Perfect with a cup of tea in the afternoon, these sweet and crumbly treats will be sure to keep you going.

Find recipe here.


Watching Films

Sometimes it’s nice to look forward to watching a nice film at the end of the day, and even better when it includes stunning scenery and cuisine from the places you have dreaming of visiting. Whether it is more hard-hitting or light-hearted, they’ll be sure to inspire your next adventure.


Starring Reese Witherspoon, this film is based on the true story of Cheryl Strayed on her path to recovery.  Still reeling from her mother's death and recent divorce, she decides to hike alone along the Pacific Crest Trail with no previous experience.

Watch it here.

A Walk In The Woods

This hilarious comedy stars Robert Redford as the bestselling travel writer Bill Bryson, who makes the improbable decision to hike the 2,200 mile Appalachian Trail from Maine to Georgia.

Watch it here.

The Trip

Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon star in ‘The Trip’ following them exploring fancy restaurants of northern England, ‘The Trip to Italy’ where the two go on a road trip in Italy from Piedmont to Capri, on the Amalfi coast, and ‘Thee Trip to Spain’ where they discover the joys of tapas in Spain. Their culinary adventures take them through Cantabria, the Basque region, Aragon, Rioja, Castile, La Mancha and Andalucia.

Watch The Trip here, The Trip to Italy here and The Trip to Spain here.


Playing games

In these times of social distancing, there are many ways to stay entertained. Whether that’s with your household over a good old board game or on a trans-generational  Zoom call and taking things digital with an online quiz.

Would I Lie To You Board Game

A game of quick thinking that calls for a cool head and a poker face. Can you fool your opponents with an on-the-spot lie? Just like the TV show, some of the facts are true, some are not, it's all down to you to decide!

Find it here.

Travel Quizzes

There is an abundance of online quizzes around, especially now, so the real question is which one to pick? If you would call yourself an expert traveller, why not test your knowledge with one or two from Traveller’s huge selection.

Find them here.

Get Puzzling

Puzzles can be great fun and really get you to concentrate, so much so you can find yourself in another world. When you’re not able to visit the places you want to, you can still recreate beautiful images of them!

Find some here.

Coronavirus, Holidays in the UK and Europe: a Message from our CEO

Maintaining a rational perspective with international travel

There’s no doubt that Coronavirus has caused disruption and inconvenience to individuals and to the authorities in affected areas, but I would like to reassure travellers with a calm and rational assessment of the facts.

Uncertainty about the virus in its early weeks has bred fear, which is being heightened by the barrage of news headlines and amplified by social media. The situation now is that it is rare to read balanced information. 

World Expeditions Travel Group has been operating adventures across the globe for 45 years and, during that time, we have experienced and overcome many adversities. We have well-developed and tested risk strategies for these very occurrences. 

Coronavirus outbreak is the latest challenge and we do not see any reason for travellers to panic. We advocate continuing with travel plans as we are doing with our own staff travel programme. 

As with travel at any time, there are risks of infection from a virus. At no time are we able to guarantee you will not become ill during your travels with World Expeditions Travel Group or, indeed, in your daily life at home. Weighing up the risks of travel is a personal decision and we encourage you to investigate the facts to come to an informed decision about the risks. 

According to the Director General of the World Health Organisation, Dr Tedros Adhanom Ghebreyesus:
"Everyone should know the symptoms – for most people, it starts with a fever and a dry cough, not a runny nose.  Most people will have mild disease and get better without needing any special care."

We develop robust risk strategies based on multiple sources, primarily: 

We encourage you to visit both websites. With respect to corona virus, mainland China, Iran and 11 towns in Northern Italy and two pockets of South Korea remain the only four countries for which the FCO has increased the advisory to Advise against all but essential travel or Advise against all travel. 
Johns Hopkins University in the US has a map with helpful facts about global cases of the virus.   

We make regular updates to the travel advisory section of our own website and I encourage you to check it on our partner company World Expeditions.

I would also remind you that a typical World Expeditions Travel Group holiday is one in which you’ll be immersed in the natural landscape and generally off the beaten track, where the chance of catching any virus is far lower than in most urban environments.

I do advise departing travellers, including staff who are travelling both now and in the future, to take extra precautions in washing your hands regularly and following NHS guidelines related to COVID-19.

In conclusion, I would like to assure you that your safety – and that of all our travellers - has always been at the core of everything we do. I acknowledge that any new health outbreak that is widely covered by the media will cause concern and I encourage you to maintain a rational perspective and continue with what you do daily and what you love to do on your holidays.

Yours sincerely,

Sue Badyari

Autumn Trips for Leaf Peeping

If you are looking to get inspired by the shades of the autumn foliage in the coming weeks, we have a number of trips that will immerse you into nature – from the mountain forests of Austria’s Lake District to the vineyards of Portugal's Douro Valley.

AUSTRIA | The Lake District

Towering peaks, high mountain passes, alpine meadows and lakeside walks are all combined in this surprisingly compact area – there is nowhere better to experience autumn unfold in Austria than the heart of the Lake District, which encompasses 76 crystal clear lakes, the impressive Dachstein Glacier and breathtaking rock faces up to 3,000 vertical metres high. Wander through ochre mountain forests, explore glimmering lakeland shores and visit alpine villages of wooden chalets.

Austrian Lake District and Dachstein Alps (8 days) departs until 19 October, from £895 per person. Find out more here.


PORTUGAL | Douro Valley

Surround yourself with colour: autumn transforms the photogenic Douro River Valley, which slices across northern Portugal. As the terraced vineyards that slope along the riverbanks prepare for winter, they turn into an endless sea of red, orange and yellow. From visiting small working wine estates to taking scenic boat trips, there will be plenty of opportunities for wine tasting tours, where you can fortify yourself against the autumn chill with a glass of the region’s famed local port.

The Douro Rambler (7 days) departs daily until 15 October, from £860 per person. Find out more here.


GERMANY | Bavaria

Saturated with alpine flowers in spring and crowded with tourists in summer, southern Germany offers more relaxed tempos for leaf-peeping during the autumn months. Home to the idyllic Romantic Road, this is fairy-tale country, with geranium-bedecked chalets, onion-shaped church spires and copper-turreted castles rising out of red and green forests – including the enchanting Neuschwanstein Castle, the eccentric King Ludwig’s most famous architectural masterpiece.

Bavaria: King Ludwig’s Way (8 days) departs daily until 22 October, from £790 per person. Find out more here.

Trips inspired by International Beer Day

We are celebrating International Beer Day by paying homage to and highlighting some of the best trips to go on if you (like us) enjoy a nice glass of that liquid gold after a long days walking!

Austria | Austrian Lake District & Dachstein Alps

Austria is an obvious choice if you’re after a pint as they have a big beer culture there, with the average Austrian guzzling around 105 litres of it every year! Some of the most popular beers are Fohrenburger Premium Weizen, Gösser Export and Stiegl Pils, which is known for its slightly sour taste. So, after a long walk in the Austrian Lake District and Dachstein Alps, why not head for a pretzel washed down with a beer?

Find out more about Austrian Lake District & Dachstein Alps here.

France | Provence and Dordogne

Provence is famed for its lavender fields and rosé wine, but what you may not know is that there are some very interesting micro-breweries in the area as well. Petite Aixoise is definitely one that has been receiving high praise of late. Based in Aix-en-Provence, they have a delightful Ambrée pale ale (ideal with charcuterie and cheese) an IPA for bitter lovers, Blanche beer (perfect during the summer months), a Blonde lager, plus the dark and creamy Triple. There’s something for everyone.

Find out more about Walking in Haute Provence here.

The Dordogne is always a go-to for it’s amazing food and drink, and is fast becoming well-known for it’s craft beers too. One of which is a beer named Ratz that is based near Cahors. They do a great range of drafts, blond, amber and dark ales, all with very unique flavours. So, if you find yourself in the area it’s well worth a try!

Find out more about Hidden Treasures of the Dordogne - 8 Days and Hidden Treasures of the Dordogne - 10 Days.

Germany | Bavaria

Germany is famous for their steins of beer, so what better place to visit for a beer fix. In Bavaria during the middle ages, they referred to beer as ‘liquid bread’ because of its calorific qualities, and it is still a staple in many Bavarians diets today. A must-try is the König Ludwig whose slogan translates to "beer of royal highness". They have a royal heritage and the current owner, Prince Luitpold of the House of Wittelsbach, is the great-grandson of the last King of Bavaria, Ludwig III, and a descendant of the original signatories of the 1516 Bavarian Purity Law, and Ludwig I, whose wedding celebration marked the first Oktoberfest! With all that history, it’s definitely one to seek out to reward yourself after a days walk.

Find out more about Bavaria: King Ludwigs Way here.

Greece | Exploring Crete and Zagorian Villages

Greece probably isn’t the first place you would think about for it’s beer, however it has some really promising local brands in Crete called Brink’s and Charma lager. Solo beer, which is based in Heraklion, Crete is also won a gold medal from Barcelona Beer Festival in 2017. Mythos is a very popular Greek beer too that has won many awards, so you certainly won’t be going thirsty here!

Find out more about Exploring Crete here.

Find out more about Zagoria The Secret Villages here.

Ireland | Wicklow Way

You can’t go to Ireland without having a pint of Guinness or ‘the black stuff’ as it is lovingly referred, and we would always recommend that you do so, as it really doesn’t taste better than in the country it’s brewed after a long day of exerting yourself along The Wicklow Way! However, we mustn’t forget that there are other really delicious stouts and ales, such as Murphy's and Smithwick's which definitely give Guinness a run for it’s money.

Find out more about The Wicklow Way – 7 Days and The Wicklow Way – 9 Days.

Italy | Amalfi Coast

Everyone always talks about Italy’s famous food, and quite rightly so, but you also need something to pair it with, right? That’s where beer comes in! Of course, you can’t go wrong with a bottle of the classic Italian Moretti beer, but when walking along the coastline of southern Italy you will also come across some smaller craft creations, such as the local Amalfi Coast beer. It was started by two beer-loving friends and there are interesting stories behind each of their four beers - Amalphia, Regina Major, Veteri, Pithekusa - inspired by aspects the coast.

Find out more about the Classic Amalfi Coast – 8 Days and Classic Amalfi Coast – 11 Days.

UK | Cornwall and Coast to Coast

It’s no secret that the UK has a large beer offering, with breweries cropping up all over the place, so it’s hard to choose our favourites. However, we thought we’d try to whittle it down using some of your most-loved walking trails. Firstly, along the South West Coast Path, when you get to Cornwall we would recommend a cold pint from Skinner’s Brewery, especially Cornish Knocker and Hops ‘n’ Honey. Doom Bar is also a favoured beer all across the country, but it’s extra nice to have it in the place it’s made.

Find out more about the South West Coast Path here.

When walking the Coast to Coast, it’s almost impossible to come across a pub not serving Wainwrights Beer and there’s no wonder as it’s won multiple awards. So, the question is, what are you waiting for? If the sun’s out, find the nearest beer garden and put your feet up – you deserve it!

Find out more about the Coast to Coast here.

Autumn Foliage in Europe

The Americans call it leaf peeping,  the Japanese call it momiji gari. But if you're looking to be inspired by the shades of autumn foliage, you don't need to travel all the way to New England or the Far East – Sherpa Expeditions have a number of trips where you can experience the splendour of the changing leaves in Europe.



Surround yourself with colour as autumn transforms the photogenic Douro River Valley, which slices across northern Portugal. As the terraced vineyards that slope along the riverbanks prepare for winter, they turn into an endless sea of red, orange and yellow. From visiting small working wine estates to taking scenic boat trips, there will be plenty of opportunities for wine tasting tours, where you can fortify yourself against the autumn chill with a glass of the region’s famed local port. 


Departure dates until 15 October - click here for details and booking.


Portugal in early Autumn



SPAIN | hiking in hidden Andalucía

The weather in Andalucía’s mountains can be harsh in the summer and winter months – but visit in autumn for beautiful gold and yellow colours of chestnuts and poplars lighting up the valleys, while the hedgerows and paths are lined with figs, mulberries, walnuts and pomegranates. With the snowy peaks of the Sierra Nevada as a backdrop, this is an exhilarating walk among terraced fields and through white-washed villages and along irrigation channels that date back to the Moorish era. 


Departure dates until 20 November - click here for details and booking.


Autumn chestnuts in Spain



GERMANY | Bavaria - King Ludwig's Way

Saturated with alpine flowers in spring and crowded with tourists in summer, southern Germany offers more relaxed tempos for leaf-peeping during the autumn months. Home to the idyllic Romantic Road, this is fairy-tale country, with geranium-bedecked chalets, onion-shaped church spires and copper-turreted castles rising out of red and green forests – including the enchanting Neuschwanstein Castle, the eccentric King Ludwig’s most famous architectural masterpiece.


Departure dates until 22 October - click here for details and booking.


Bavaria in Autumn



AUSTRIA | The Lake District and Dachstein Alps

Towering peaks, high mountain passes, alpine meadows and lakeside walks are all combined in this surprisingly compact area – there is nowhere better to experience autumn unfold in Austria than the heart of the Lake District, which encompasses 76 crystal clear lakes, the impressive Dachstein Glacier and breathtaking rock faces up to 3,000 vertical metres high. Wander through ochre mountain forests, explore glimmering lakeland shores and visit alpine villages of wooden chalets. 


Departure dates until 20 October - click here for details and booking.


Austria in autumn



UK | Exploring the Cotswolds

The Cotswolds are a range of gentle hills extending northeast of the city of Bath, through Cheltenham to Stratford-upon-Avon - the ‘Heart of England’. The Cotswold landscape is an entrancing mixture of parkland, cultivated fields with dry-stone walls and patches of unspoilt woodland. In autumn the trees turn into a beautiful myriad of colours - there is nowhere better to experience the splendour of the English countryside as summer slowly fades away. Our walking tours of the Cotswolds are available as 5-day or 8-day self-guided trips.
Departure dates until 20 October - click here for details and booking.

The Best Trips for Solo Travellers


If you’re someone who likes to travel solo, but without walking on your own, you may have tried an escorted tour in the past. After all, it’s a great way to ensure that you’ve got a group of people to walk with, especially if you’re not so keen on navigating on your own. But what do you do if you didn’t like the pace, or even the company? Maybe there was not enough time to take photos, or to visit that rather interesting pub on the way? Are you walking alone to get away from people, to clear your mind? Or are you hoping to meet new friends and see where the path takes you? In this article we take a look at a selection of trips, at different ability levels, that might make good choices for solo walkers.


So what is the difference between solo walking and going with friends or family? Well, for a start there is no one to argue with over directions or to where to stop for a break... you can literally take that all in your stride! A very important aspect is solo safety: if you were to have an accident, would phone reception be enough to raise the alarm or would there be people on the trail to help? It’s important that solo walkers think about such matters, have a fully charged phone and perhaps a fully-charged portable battery recharger. Carry a small first aid kit and a lightweight survival bag, and make sure you have a map and compass, a torch (plus spare batteries), extra water and emergency snack supplies. 


Less Challenging Trips

If you’re starting down this road, there is no better place to look at than Hadrian's Wall in Northern England, starting at Wallsend near Newcastle. There is a day of urban walking before you burst out across the countryside, essentially following a linear feature, the famous Roman wall. Although this no longer stretches all the way as an intact wall, the clues are often in the landscape, and just to help out you will have little white National Trail acorn waymarks to guide you. There are usually quite a number of people on the trail each day, particularly on the popular central section of the walk, which covers a couple of days. 


Walking the Hadrian's Wall Path


A bit quieter, but covering a similar theme with the National Trail white acorns to show you the way, are both the South Downs Way and Dales Way, which both represent relatively easy challenges. Some care is needed with navigation, as these twist and turn a bit, and you need to follow the map carefully to be prepared for a junction. The Dales Way is the harder of the two - as you cross the Pennines you have a greater chance of bad weather, which can mean low visibility. There is a bit of route-finding across fields in places, and although well waymarked, it only takes one to be missing for you to have to consider where you are going. 


Walking the Dales Way


If you’re looking for a similar trip in Europe you could consider something like the Alsace Vineyard Trail in France or King Ludwig's Way in Bavaria, Germany. Both are largely waymarked routes - the French long distance paths the, known as GRs, have red and white flash markings which are usually clear in dim forest light, although not all our trips continuously follow such waymarks. A couple of good trips for solo walkers in southern France are The Way of St. James, or the Robert Louis Stevenson Walk in the Cevennes. There are some long days but you are generally following drove roads and mule paths with good waymarking. 


Walking King Ludwig's Way


Stevenson's Trail in the Cevennes


Another good concept for a solo traveller is a centre-based holiday in Switzerland - Sherpa has one based in Meiringen. There are several walks you can choose, so you can do shorter or longer options, and there are a lot of public transport possibilities in general. Something else in its favour is that Swiss walks are generally very clearly waymarked and signposted at most junctions.  


Walking solo in the Swiss Alps


Moderate Challenges

Harder up the scale for solo walkers in terms of navigation are trails with some wild terrain and maybe fewer, or no waymarks. In the UK there’s the short but beautiful James Herriot Way, celebrating the life and times of the famous British vet, whose books inspired the much-loved TV series All Creatures Great and Small. This walk climbs and drops into the great dales of the Pennines, and may require some careful navigation in bad weather. But if solitude is what you’re after you’ll definitely find it! The Troodos and Akamas tours in Cyprus have few waymarks, but generally follow dirt roads and quiet, surfaced lanes. This is definitely one for the walker seeking solitude, as apart from a couple of trails in the Akamas, it is unlikely you will see many another walkers.


The James Herriot Way




Harder Challenges

Harder tours present more of a challenge for solos as they are more remote. We can suggest the Tour du Mont Blanc and The Alpine Pass Route - both are well waymarked, have various variants you can follow, and, especially on the Tour du Mont Blanc, you will always find people walking, running or mountain biking. In the UK the Coast to Coast also stands out, with quite a number of people on the trail every day, although you may also find yourself alone for some long sections. If you’re really looking for a decent amount of time on your own, you could consider the Pennine Way for the ultimate challenge, with long, deserted moorland sections on a walk covering 270 miles!    


The UK Coast to Coast Walk


The Pennine Way


But what about solo traveller supplements, we hear you ask? Well, it is true that we have to add a supplement to the cost of your holiday if you’re travelling alone. This is mainly due to the cost of luggage transfers for just one bag. However, we try to keep the solo supplement as low as we possibly can, as we do not want to create any barriers for those wishing to travel alone.



What's On Your 2019 Holiday Wish List?


Christmas is just around the corner, and we hope your plans for the festive season are coming along nicely. As well as enjoying this special time with friends and family, Christmas is also the perfect time to start making your holiday plans for next year – but what’s on your wish list for 2019? Here, we pick out a few of our trips that might help you decide – but there are hundreds more trips to choose from on our website. In the meantime, have a very merry Christmas and a happy New Year!

Whichever trip you choose, Sherpa Expeditions can help to make your 2019 a very memorable year.


Tick off a classic UK walk

Coast to Coast


This classic Coast to Coast walking route, stretching from the east to west of the UK, was originated and described by Alfred Wainwright, author of a well-known series of mountain-walking guide books on the Lake District. The walk starts on the Irish Sea coast of Cumbria near the huge red sandstone cliffs of St. Bees Head. You cross three National Parks before reaching the North Sea at the pretty fishing village of Robin Hood’s Bay on the rocky coastline of the North York Moors. Sherpa Expeditions offers a range of guided and self guided Coast to Coast walks, ranging from 15 to 18 days for the entire route, and with shorter sections available.


Other trips that fit the bill…

The West Highland Way
Cornwall: The South West Coast Path



Take on a challenge

The Pennine Way


A mountain journey across the backbone of England, The Pennine Way became the very first British National Trail in 1965. It is a long, 268 mile (429 km) hike from Edale in Derbyshire to Kirk Yetholm in the Scottish Borders. It crosses some of the finest upland landscapes in England, from the Peak District, through the Yorkshire Dales, across the North Pennines and over Hadrian’s Wall in Northumberland, through the Cheviots and down into Scotland. Its sheer length makes it the perfect for those seeking a challenge – although you can also choose to do just the southern or northern sections.


Other trips that fit the bill…

The Tour du Mont Blanc

Alto Aragon : The Spanish Pyrenees



Try a Scandinavian adventure

The Fjordland


This trip is the ideal introduction into the magic of Norwegian walking; it is undertaken from several centres using easy transportation on trains and boats in between. From Oslo or Bergen you travel by rail to some of the wildest, most spectacular, classic “picture postcard” settings within the realms of Norwegian mountain and fjordland. The retreating glaciers from the last ice age once overwhelmed and molded this landscape, gouging out the great coastal grooves which, with post glacial rising sea levels, have become the fjords. 

Other trips that fit the bill…

Sweden: Hiking Stockholm and Beyond



Soak up some sun

Classic Amalfi Coast


The Amalfi Coast is the quintessential Italian holiday, with stunning scenery and mouth-watering food. Pastel coloured fishing villages are perched on the staggering cliff side overlooking the sparkling Mediterranean Sea with some outstanding walks to experience this destination. There is no better way to immerse in this jaw dropping Italian coastline than hiking the Amalfi Coast to explore this UNESCO World Heritage Site. If you're a sun worshipper, you'll love the warmth and colours of this beautiful part of Italy.


Other trips that fit the bill…

Majorca: Sierras and Monasteries
Rambling in the Luberon



Enjoy a food and wine lover’s paradise

Hidden Treasures of the Dordogne


Everyone’s idea of what constitutes great food is different, but there’s no doubting that classic French food and wine is up there with the best. The food from the Dordogne features dishes that embody most people’s idea of classic French cuisine – this is the land of truffles, magret de canard and rich, dark wines. However, there’s much more to the Dordogne than just the amazing food and wine – beautiful medieval villages, lush, green, wooded hills and even caves all add to this lovely walking tour. (8 and 10 day trips available). 


Other trips that fit the bill…

Medieval France: Tarn & Aveyron
Burgundy Vineyard Trails



Keep cool in the forest

King Ludwig’s Way


For those that like some trees to shade them from the heat of the summer sun, this lovely, fascinating walk offers some very enjoyable stretches through the beech forests of Bavaria. The route passes two of Bavaria's most scenic lakes and through charming villages of geranium bedecked chalets with typical onion shaped church spires. The walk ends at King Ludwig’s spectacular fairy tale castle at Neuschwanstein.


Other trips that fit the bill…

Austrian Lake District and the Dachstein Alps


This is just a tiny selection of the trips available, but we hope it provides some inspiration. You can search all of our holidays here.

Walking Bavaria's King Ludwig Way

Walking Bavaria's King Ludwig Way

Walking Bavaria's King Ludwig Way

Join us as Sherpa Expeditions guide and adventurer, Will Copestake takes a journey into the forests and hills of Bavaria on the King Ludwig Way. This extensive account of his journey gives a great insight into the wonders you can expect on this approachable walking into the heart of Bavaria. Find out more about Will and his exciting adventures or learn more about our Bavaria: King Ludwig's Way walking holiday.



The enticing smell of freshly baked pretzels floated through warm rays of an early morning sun which crept through the ornate lace curtains of my hotel bedroom. Down an extravagant staircase ornately decorated with portraits of King Ludwig I could hear the clatter of cutlery and morning chatter. 

I had arrived to the Beyrisher Hof hotel long after dark the night before, a delayed flight leading to a delayed start. Outside the glistening waters of the Starnberger See (Lake Starnberg) rippled behind the town to which the lake is named; I was eager to get going, to get out and start the 107 km ribbon of culture and landscape that makes up the King Ludwig Way. 

Stuffed to bursting point on a feast of cold meats, cheese and pastries I began the hike at more of a waddle than a walk. Leaving the hotels wonderful hospitality I set off to find the docks; my journey would begin by boat. 

All aboard and underway I sat atop the open deck of the boat; with ornate decorations and an onboard bar filled with sweet pastries the ferry resembled more a luxury cruise liner than public transport; the journey had begun in style. 



At the second stop I hopped onto the docks and into a small village named Leoni and set about searching for the official start to the way. Most hikers choose to take the 11 km journey to Starnberg on the day of arrival, I had oped to combine it with ‘day 2’ to make a lengthy 31 km day. I had to make sure I made the ferry at the end of the walk by 5 pm in order to reach my room for the night. 

Quiet winding roads soon lead uphill before detouring into a spectacular beech forest, here the trees grew far taller than I was used to in wind battered Scotland. The air was filled with a delightful smell of earthy undergrowth and rang with birdcall from the canopies above; stepping from the road into such a world of green seemed so sudden; it was almost as if I had entered Narnia.

Starting the walk from Leoni

A small white sign with the bearded silhouette of King Ludwig pointed toward a church somewhere ahead between the trees; ‘The Votivkapelle.’ A romantic idealist King Ludwig was instated as king of Bavaria in 1864 at just 19 years old, he became renowned for his spectacular building projects; his castles still able to strike awe and wonder to those who visit, but alas it was at their tremendous cost that eventually lead to his downfall. Two days after being removed from the throne Ludwig and his personal doctor were discovered washed ashore on the Starnberger See; a mysterious end to the romantic eccentric. 


It it this very spot where the king’s body was found that the memorial Votivkapelle church now stands; the impressive and ornately carved building to reflect his visions of grandeur dwarfs the modest cross upon the shore. For me this cross marked more than the passing of a king, it was the official beginning to the way. 

Starting the walk from Leoni

Leaving the church for a wide track I continued through the woods toward Starnberg. Narrow roads and lakeside trails lead to and fro from town to water’s edge; the already hot morning air tempting a dip in the cool water.  Before long a series of tall wooden bridges spanning two canals lead my track back toward the centre of Starnberg, I had returned to the docks to which I had set forth earlier in the day. I was officially onto the route of ‘Day 2’ toward Diessen. 

Followed by loud booms of impending thunder I set out from town under the guidance of small blue ‘K’ symbols, the way markers to the route would become my companion for days to come. Tall wooden beamed houses soon faded into fields chirping with crickets. I was aiming toward the gentle Maising gorge which ran along the path of what once had been a glacier into the distant woods. Passing a small white chapel of St. Mary I left sight of the town behind. 

Heading into the woods from Starnberg.

Once again the crickets faded into birdsong as I crept into the tall beech woods. A small brook gurgled at my side as I meandered through the forest. Light dabbled upon the side of the path and often I would catch a glimpse of rainbow trout lazily drifting through the calm waters. Passing below a tall road bridge the trail wound uphill, the stream now falling in trickling waterfalls from nearby Maising village. 

Maising town itself was a quiet and attractive collection of red roofed houses and barns, the bright tiles still crackled with the heat after the passing thunder storm. At the side of a small pub at the top of the road I set off into the open fields. Behind the golden swathes of wheat another tremendous boom-clap echoed across the plains, time to find shelter! 

Walking through wheat fields near Maising

Taking refuge inside the Maisinger Seehof Gastaette (Inn) I watched the rain pass by in a quick yet intense curtain, sipping a lunchtime weissbier (wheat beer) I waited for the sun to return. As it passed to leave the ground smelling with the earth scent of petrichor I stopped to watch herons and waders dabble between reeds in a mirror calm lake to my side, above in the woods I caught to my delight a fleeting glimpse of a greater spotted woodpecker. 

Mirror clear waters of Maisinger See

Passing into the town of Aschering I stopped to admire the first of many churches to come. A tall white and red testament to Bavarian architecture it was a beautiful sight before the dark clouds behind. Nearby a tall blue and white striped maypole towered over the houses, adorned with the traditional signs shaped to mimic the professions of the local residents; a fish, an anvil, a tractor, a plough, an axe all gave an insight into how the locals made their living. 

Maypole in Aschering

As the tractor and plough on the maypole might have suggested I soon found myself wandering uphill through large maize fields and shortly into a dense pine wood. This time the coniferous forest laid a colourful array of various mushrooms to admire like jewels aside the trail. Before long a tall spire appeared beyond the trees, I was eagerly waiting to catch a glimpse of the famous Andechs monastery yet this was not it, the remains of a monastery were now the annex to Andechs prison … possibly the most scenic place to loose ones freedom I have ever seen. Beyond the tall barbed fences lay open fields and distant townships which rolled into the afternoon haze. 

Mushrooms in the forest on the way to Andechs Monastery

Passing the white walls of the Andechs Monastery I peered in to glimpse a small chapel, despite being built in 1455 only to be confiscated by the state in 1803 the monastery had retained much of is original grandeur, however the most impressive sight lay ahead. Beyond the gently snaking path, beyond the 14 small white shrines to represent the stations of the cross, beyond the fields and trees a tower stood. The tall pointed spire of the Andechs church rose like a needle from the top of a steep hill, it dominated the skyline all around it to display its colourful salmon pink walls and copper bulbous top. 

Following cobbled roads and a bustling crowd of others who had gathered to admire the spectacular church I climbed uphill to the base of the spire. The tall walls dwarfed the other buildings of the small township, inns and cafes lined the streets to fill the air with a delicious scent of warm baked bread. Munching on a pretzel lunch I passed the church under flocks of crows which soared above, somewhere in the valley ahead lay Herrsching and my ferry. 

Walking towards the Andechs Monastery


Descending into a steep sided gorge I followed the last boundary of the church walls, back in woodland I enjoyed the shelter of the thick beech canopy as the heavens opened once more. Intense rain clattered through the branches to scatter across the track ahead, I made a dash toward town. 

With just 10 minutes to spare before the ferry arrived at the dock I arrived at the shore. The bustling town of Herrsching was the largest I had passed since Starnberg. Lines of cafes and inns stretched from the pier up the main high street, the occasional small church seemed lost amongst the bustle of life rumbling up and down the narrow roads. The rain had passed leaving colourful reflections in puddles to enjoy as I waited to board. 

Ferry from Herrsching to Diessen on the smooth waters of the Starnberger See.

Sat inside next to a warm heater and holding a cool Weissbier I enjoyed watching thick curtains of rain cast across the lake at a comfortable distance, the smooth water seeming to swallow the dark clouds into a soft hue. In the distance I watched as the tall bulbed church tower amidst the town of Diessen drew closer.

Passing a scenic dock covered in fishing nets and cork floats I wound into Diessen in search of the Seefelder Hof Hotel. Hidden between the colourful array of narrow streets the large traditional hotel came into view. Greeted with the friendliest of welcomes I was delighted to be ushered into a cosy room and to be announced that they served the best food in town. 


With a dinner of pork medallions cooked to absolute perfection on a bed of local wild mushrooms and spatzle (a traditional pasta) the owner was right; without a doubt the best meal I have had in a long time. I enjoyed the night in the fine company of a group of Australians; fellow hikers who would follow the same route as I for the upcoming days. 

Seefelder Hof Hotel in Diessen.

Watching the sun set into an orange haze over the silhouette of the church I set in to bed with the promise of good weather and an eagerness to continue. 

Watching the sun set over the silhouette of a church in Diessen.



An early yet relaxed start saw the day begin with another waddle, so far each day the spread of meats, cheeses and pastries had grown increasingly extravagant; needless to say I had devoured far more calories than I would surely burn. 

I set off with the hope to enjoy a gentle walk toward the next townships with the hope of stopping to admire the many churches along the way. The narrow streets wound uphill toward a church which stood between colourful houses. Adorned with crosses or ornately carved balconies many of the houses sported spectacularly ornate frescoes upon the walls painted with a little extra gold in the morning sun. 


The Marienmuenster Church was the first church of the day. Beneath its towering walls and tall steeple was a small wooden door; to my delight with a gentle push and loud creak it swung open. I stepped inside to the echo of my own footprints across the stone walls. 

Wandering the streets of Diessen-towards the Marienmuenster Church.

An incredible fresco was adorned across the roof yet somehow seemed lost in the veritable feast for the eyes that was the rest of the decoration. Golden pillars, vines and ornate carvings covered every shelf, wall and windowsill. Pinks and reds, golds and yellow; every surface held something to look at be it an angel, a cross or a gigantic baroque alter. To describe it as a jewel would be understating the colours and spectacle. I had intended to visit but for a few minutes but to take in every angle took well over half an hour; by the time I stepped back outside I had to squint to adjust back to the dazzling sun. 

Marienmuenster Church in Diessen.

Leaving Diessen behind I ventured from houses into rolling fields, hoping to glance a first view of the Alps I was slightly disappointed to see the 98% humidity clouding the view into a dull haze, on the positive I could just make out the Andechs monastery which I had passed the day before. Beyond more farm houses and barns I wandered into a new stretch of thick beech forest. 

I was now following a children's nature trail, instead of blue K signs I was guided by yellow footprints sprayed on the trees and track. A chance sighting with a deer, a fleeting glance of a jay and a long stare at a luminously orange slug kept the natural theme alive as I went. 

Once in a while a small shrine would appear lurking between the branches, each would have an ornately carved cross or virgin Mary within and often held a still flickering candle devotedly lit. With open doors and wooden pews I took their advantage to stop and enjoy a quick rest between tramping along the wide forest track. 

Shrine to the Virgin Mary

It was almost a surprise as I emerged so quickly from wood back into field, the transition so swift it enhanced the views. Open prairies led ahead with a ribbon of tarmac road to follow, lonely barns stood between occasional tall oak trees between the wheat. Occasionally I would pass fields of curious cattle, their bells chiming musically as they flocked to have a look at their strange new visitor. Their bells were soon lost to the rustle of leaves in the wind as I returned to the woods. 
Back on wide forestry trails I descended to discover a deep gully and a ford to cross a small stream. The water was a refreshing spot to enjoy a quick snack and listen to nearby wrens warbling from the banks. Ahead I was in search of the town of Wessobrun. 

Walking through the fields of Bavaria.

Leaving the forest to hop around a large black snake which was baking in the hot morning breeze I set off perhaps a little more cautiously toward the distant red roofs of town. A tall church steeple promised the chance to explore another ornately decorated wonder. 

As I arrived at the monastic buildings I was set to enter and explore; suddenly out of nowhere an elderly man approached. In good English he announced ‘I am the local watch maker, I must check the bells…would you like to have a look?’ gesturing to follow he lead ahead toward the locked doors of a nearby bell tower. 

I had no idea what to expect, this was not the usual guided tour as was offered in the church but a chance to explore ‘behind the scenes.’ With clunking turn of a heavy iron key and a loud creak of heavy hinges I was led inside. The room was small with a narrow dusty staircase leading into the floors above. 

Wessobrun Monastery.

The silence seemed to be dampened with each step reverberating into the wooden beams and cobwebs above, I climbed and ducked through a hatch into the next room. Here a large glass box stood in the centre of the wooden floor, inside was an beautifully engineered clock; the glass allowed the chance to gaze upon all its inner workings with delightful ease. 

The man explained how he had to check the timings were right every day, he expressed the importance that the bells rung exactly at the hour. Hanging above our heads were a series of tremendous weights which swung gently as he wound them high into the rafters, somewhere above the wires led to the bells. 

Inner workings of the clock in the Wessobrun Monastery

As he tightened some cogs and wound some dials the watchmaker glanced at the time; we have a few minutes, he exclaimed with a wry smile, come on, lets go up to the bells..I followed through increasingly narrow staircases to reach the very top of the tower. 

Four heavy brass bells hung in a row silently awaiting the heavy blow of the hammer in the imminent minute. The watchmaker put his fingers in his ears….any second now. A clunk from below, a whir of cogs and a whizz of wires; the hammer struck! A deafening ring of the four bells exploded from the strike, the room seemed to reverberate, the dust shook on the stone windowsills and a flurry of startled pigeons burst from the rafters. In 10 short seconds the deafening sound rang out. 

Beaming from ear to ear (both of which were now ringing) I retraced back down the ladders and stairs to emerge into the warm sun once again, as quickly as he arrived the watchmaker shook my hand, nodded and left. 

Church bells at Wessobrun Monastery

Left with the excitement of the bells I wandered inside to explore the impressive rococo decorations of the main monastery. Here there was no dust nor cobwebs but an extravagant array of gold leaf, marbled paintings and incredible frescoes on the walls, the display was too much to take in in a single glance and enticed the urge to linger. Extraordinary!

Wessobrun Monastery

With a sweet pastry in hand from the local gasthof I headed toward a gorge, following a trail marked with a large cow painted like the German flag I descended into another fine woodland. 

Before long I was back on the open country roads and heading fast toward the small farming hamlet Metzgengasse. Ahead on the trail I could see the Australians also walking the trail. Passing tall maize fields we walked together into the township, ahead another tall bulbous spire of the St. Leonhard church promised the chance to admire more rococo decorations. In similar fashion to the Wessobrun monastery the interior was a feast for the eyes, detailed paintings, gold leaf and marbled walls were overlooked with a spectacular ceiling depicting another heavenly scene. 

Winding path on the walk to Rigialm.


I chose to linger to enjoy the church a little longer and left the Australians to push on ahead. Alone again on the quiet country roads I set my sights on the distant rise of the Hohenpeissenberg Hill - the final push for the day before descending into Rigialm for dinner. 

The road soon jointed onto a seemingly endless straight forest trail, to each side tall pines and occasional beech trees rung with crickets and evening bird song. Over the tops of the trees the sight of the church atop the hill and the impending rumble of thunder over haze hidden alps helped to spur me onward.

At the edge of the forest I emerged onto a busy road at the base of the Hohenpeissenberg Hill, a short yet steep 200 m climb to reach the summit loomed ahead, a tiring stretch after a lengthy hike. Passing farmyards onto a narrow root covered trail I found myself in the Australian party’s company yet again. In the beautiful forest I enjoyed the occasional shrine erected to provide an excellent excuse to rest against the incline, the curses from those beside were soon muted with the promise of a cafe at the summit. 

Shrine on the forest path.

At the summit the Gasthof Bayerischer Rigi provided shelter from a torrential thunderstorm downpour; with a well-deserved coffee we dried out and enjoyed discussing the events of our day. As the storm abated I set out to explore the interior of the hilltop church which was built in 1619. Yet more beautiful carvings, paintings and gold greeted my arrival, a small painting near the alter purportedly had miracle healing powers; I joked with the Australians that they should get their blisters healed. 

The promise of a spectacular view across to the alps was dampened in the clouds, however below the hillside the town of Hohenpeibenberg greeted our arrival and the promise to rest for the days ahead. Despite the rain the spectacle of wispy cloud hovering atop the pine woods below was a fine view indeed; in all the greenery it was strange to think that at over 900 m I was standing in the region of the highest hills of Scotland. 

Wood carvings on top of Hohenpeissenberg Hill.

Leaving the hill behind we descended together through thick woodland. The path zigzagged upon itself in steep switchbacks to arrive into fields and then town. A final few kilometres along the road soon brought us to the Rigi Alm hotel. A quick change of clothes later and we were whisked back up to the Gasthof Bayerischer Rigi on the top of the hill, it was the only place open on a Tuesday for dinner. 


A tremendous plate of cheesy spatzl, beef and mushrooms ensured any energy spent through the day was soon recouped, after coffees and a weissbier we returned back to the hotel to get ready for the morning. 

Rigi Alk Hotel in Hohenpeissenberg.



The rain had passed through the night to leave a thick fog and cold morning dew on the grass outside. As I devoured another tremendous plate of salami, cheese and pates on freshly baked bread I watched a hummingbird moth dart across the flows beside the dining room window; its colour seemed exaggerated in the dull grey mist. 

I set off at a fast pace to try and warm up in the brisk air, soon meeting with two of the Australians we set off together toward a gorge; the locals had prepared us with the announcement it was ‘Bavaria’s Grand canyon’ we three were eager to discover it for ourselves. 

Meeting the locals.

Although the mist shrouded any hope of a view it did seem to bring out the colours in the bright mosses and mushrooms along the woodland floor. Following a narrow wooded track we soon stumbled upon an elderly man picking mushrooms for his dinner; he eagerly showed us his bag of ‘Stone Mushrooms’ which closely resembled British ceps, they looked very tasty! For the rest of the woodland wander I found my eye focused upon the various fungi with the question ‘can I eat it’ echoing in the back of my mind. . . I  always assumed probably not.  

Soon giving in to a steep slow we switch backed to and fro toward the Ammer river which could be heard rumbling somewhere below behind a wall of trees. I was eager to be at the water’s edge in anticipation of a potentially vertigo enduring route ahead. Through muddy trails and thick brash we found our way onto a revealingly wide forestry track; to our side the milky blue water of the river gurgled down the valley. 

Walking along Bavaria's Grand Canyon

My attention still focused on looking for mushrooms quickly became enthralled in a whole different natural wonder. As we walked along the water’s edge I started to notice an increasing number of fallen trees at the side of the path, there seemed to be little method in their felling; it was then that I realised who, or should I say what had done it! 

The base of each tree had not been cut by saw but by tooth. It was the hallmarks of the Eurasian Beaver! With excitement and delight we spent a keen half hour sneaking around the flooded reeds and trees in search of a sighting; alas they proved characteristically illusive. The bonus of seeing a native black squirrel however made the explore worthwhile. 

Delighted to have seen my first ever signs of beaver activity I took extra spring in each step as I walked toward the steepening sides of the gorge upstream. We soon arrived at a scenic roofed bridge which spanned the Ammer. This was our turning point uphill, away from the waters’ edge and onward onto boardwalk and narrow bridges, the chance to catch a higher vantage beckoned. 

Telling signs of the elusive Eurasian Beaver.

Investigating an intriguing natural limestone terrace which was covered in thick moss and colourful fallen leaved I enjoyed the chance to break from the steep steps. The path had climbed short but fast high into the woods. A little way ahead the steps gave way to iron boardwalks which clung to steep sided slopes. We soon reached a small picnic bench and the chance for a mid-morning picnic. 

Limestone terrace covered in moss.

As we continued the path wound between the tall bare trunks of beech trees, the undergrowth was thick with ferns and mosses. In the flat light the greens seemed vibrant and the cool blue of the river seemed strangely inviting. Our path began to wind steeper and steeper; the trail grew muddy and narrow. 
Boardwalks and bridges became more common, the narrow trail seeming to simply drop away toward the river below. 


I found amusement that the old bridges now replaced lay ominously below as if to remind the hiker how far the drop would plummet. Between the branches rocky outcrops jutted out over the undergrowth. We had entered a world so different to the rolling fields of the last two days which seemed so much more beautiful as result. 

Boardwalks through the forest.

The path twisted, dropped and rose between the trees. Occasionally steeper descents/ascents were gifted with a knotted rope to cling upon, others had steep often slippery steps to clamber down. After a while we returned to follow the side of the river, from here we knew that the end of the canyon was arriving, It almost felt a shame to leave the beauty of the woods and return back to the open fields; the promise of more churches to explore spurred us onward. 

Moss covered logs

One of the shortest days on the route it came almost as surprise to find ourselves arriving toward Rottenbuch and the end of our journey early in the afternoon. A dark ominous blue cloud rumbled in the background and hastened our pace to reach shelter in time. 

With seconds to spare I dashed inside the large church at the edge of town, no sooner had I entered the door than the rain began in tremendous curtains outside; from the shelter of the spectacular room I sat in a pew to wait and listen to the soothing clatter on the roof high above beyond another beautiful painted ceiling. 

In a gap in the rain I made a dash for the Cafe Am Tor where I was booked in for the night. Splashing through puddles on the cobbled streets I passed under a tall white arch which spanned the road from the town centre to arrive at the cafe on the other side. The homely cafe was full of character, with beautiful paintings adorning the walls and quirky lampshades made from cutlery and colanders. In the corner the owner’s two week old baby slept quiet as a mouse in a hammock. 

A tremendous selection of sweet cakes and pastries tempted a rest after changing into dry clothes. With the afternoon to spare and the rain beating hard outside we settled in to enjoy each other’s company in the warm comfort of the cafe. As evening arrived we set out to sample the local Italian restaurant. 
We soon enjoyed food was as fantastic and extravagant as the owners' hairstyle! 

Owners of Cafe Am Tor in Rottenbuch.


The weather had again closed in overnight, when I woke to the now familiar smell of pretzels and salami I could hear the clatter of rain on the windowsill. Thankfully rain didn’t really matter as the highlight to look ahead to was one of Bavaria’s most celebrated historic churches; the church as Wies. 

From Rottenbuch I left the church behind, drawn into a curtain of rain and set off on narrow farm tracks and single trail roads. A quick play on a random musical instrument constructed from cow bells later and I was making fast progress toward Wildsteig. 

Playing a tune on some cowbells.

Passing over farmland and small forestry plantations I soon arrived at the edge of Wildsteig, to my side the Schwaigsee lake swam in and out of the mist. Following a tractor down the narrow streets to pass a small bakery I squelched onto a steep climb to another large church overlooking the town. A small stone grotto beneath its walls sheltered a small virgin Mary statue, following the track I briefly took refuge inside to change my map. 

Schwaigsee Lake swimming in the mist.

Returning shortly after to leave Wildsteig and head back to the fields I pushed on toward Wies. Following the familiar blue K marks I descended past farmyards and cattle fields before rising into woodland. After a half hour wandering between woodland trails and narrow roads I emerged into view of the famous Weis church.

Standing atop a low rise the church was larger than any I had seen since Andechs monastery, its size was held in comfortable modesty only by the dwarfing height of the alps which drifted in and out of view through the mist behind. Built between 1746 and 1754 by Dominikus Zimmerman the building represents some of the finest examples of Bavarian Baroque architecture, the church remains as a place of pilgrimage for those seeking to cure their ailments, however is far more frequented by the busloads of tourists who flock to gaze upon its stunning decorations. As suggested by my guidebook I paused at the entrance to seek out an MP3 player to play Johann Sebastian Bach for the ‘full’ baroque experience. 

Approaching Weis Church

Inside the colossal size of the main room is visually awe inspiring. The roof sports the most intricate and colourful painting I had yet seen and each wall was uniquely adorned in golden decorative crosses, angels or vine leaves. 

Inside Weis Church. 

Before heading onward to Trauchgau I lingered for lunch in one of the nearby shops, to my delight inside I met my fellow hikers to eat in company. With a delicious plate of goulash & dumplings I was set walk the final few kilometres to complete the day. Over lunch we debated the pros and cons of taking the longer route or the shorter; with the cloud low and obscuring the alps I set upon taking the latter with hope to catch the evening light in the town itself. 

From the church I followed along a narrow road into a forestry plantation, the trees reflecting in the mirror still puddles along the way. Occasional sightings of black squirrels or Jays hopping on the track ahead compensated for a lack of alpine views in the cloud above. Passing into the small town of Schober I caught a promising glimpse to the valleys ahead, the cloud seemed to be parting at last. Each field rung out with the musical clatters of cow bells, the sound seemed to be as much a part of the landscape as the native birdcalls. 

Walking into Trauchgau. 

As I arrived upon the edge of Trauchgau the clouds around the mountains started to disperse. I was just a few minutes’ walk from the Hotel Sonnenbichl where I would be staying for the evening so lingered to enjoy the view appear behind the red spire of the local church. It was a fantastic way to end a day’s walk. 

The Sonnenbichl hotel was one of the larger hotels so far, with everything from a bar & restaurant to a swimming pool and Sauna it was the perfect place to end and dry out. The owner was also a Scotsman and gave a wonderfully hospitable welcome. Re-joining the Australians I settled in for a few weissbiers and a huge steak & spatzl dish as recommended by the barman. 

Walking the streets of Trauchgau.



With a short walk in Trauchgau to start the day I lingered in the narrow streets to enjoy the local architecture; here the buildings were large, even for Bavarian standards and each had their own characteristic hanging baskets, painted shutters or even ornate painting on the wall. It was still raining yet there was promise of an improved forecast in the afternoon; I hoped it would arrive just as I would at the castles just visible far on the distant hillside. 

Following single trail roads to join a wide river I soon left Trauchgau and not long after found myself wandering into the quiet streets of Buching. Here another small white church was accompanied by a similar counterpart atop a hill nearby, to ease the road ahead I decided to stop and sample a local sweet pastry before pressing on into the fields ahead, I was eager to reach the castles. 

Walking through misty green Bavarian countryside.

Heading toward the Hegratsrieder See; a small lake in the distance I followed over rolling hills along narrow tarmac roads, the rain gently pattered on the grass leaving it dewy and sparkling on the verges. Arriving into the small farming hamlet of Greith I wandered into a large courtyard with decorative fountain in the middle, an attractive chapel stood behind; it seemed every village no matter what size had to have its own church. 
As the road led to the shores of the Hegratsrieder See I enjoyed the slate grey reflections in the crystal water; not a breath of wind seemed to stir the surface. Ahead the mountains started to drift out of the mist, at last the cloud was rising. 

To my delight a burst of sun crept across the fields, the warmth of the day suddenly saturating the air; ahead the romantic Neuschwanstein castle with its fairytale spires and precarious placement was lit golden against dark blue mountainsides; this was why I had come, the spectacle was awe inspiring. 

Detouring from the route I ventured to toward a church in the open field ahead, I wanted to investigate a mysterious pile of pumpkins which lay by the roadside. Sat in the sun beside the mound of vegetables I watched the mist swirl around the castles ahead, it made the mornings damp hiking worth every second. Somewhere between the castles and I was the Pollatschlucht or Pollat gorge, a hidden wonder between them mountains and the finish line. 

First glimpse of Neuschwanstein castle

Passing a small abandoned sawmill I caught glimpses of the Hohenschwangau castle to my side, like the Neuschwanstein castle which was now almost above my head it was shrouded in mist with the dark moody blues of the mountains behind; ahead a wide river roared from the gorge. 

The track went from gravel trail to iron bridge, literally bolted onto the cliff side above tumbling waterfalls it was a place to question ones sense of trust in the construction and ability to withstand vertigo; thankfully the beauty of light inter-playing between the cascading waters and thick pine trees which clung to the river’s edge was more than enough to distract. 

cascades below Neuschwanstein castle

Passing a towering waterfall to a deafening roar I caught another glimpse of spires above my head. Looking forward a tiny bridge spanned the highest point of the gorge I could make out crowds of eager onlookers peering over the drop toward where I stood. Beneath the bridge was the most impressive of all the falls, the grand finale before climbing back to the path and joining the masses. 

Climb out of the gorge below Neuschwanstein castle.

Panting from a steep climb out of the gorge and onto the hillside I arrived onto a wide tarmac track. The sound of the river was lost to the bustle of people, after so long on the quiet road and trails from Starnberg it felt as if arriving into a city. Following the general flow uphill I wound my way toward the bridge I had so recently stood beneath; as I climbed the view stretched out to Fussen and the castles below, spectacular lakes and alpine vistas spread out into the horizon. Jostling for position on the bridge I caught sight at last at the Neuschwanstein castle from perhaps its most impressive angle; here the true spectacle of King Ludwig’s creative genius could truly be admired. 

Hohenschwangau Castle

After lingering at the gorge and around the castle it was late in the evening before I set off toward Fussen to finish the day. Deciding to take the longer yet more scenic route back I descended into the valley where restaurants and shots appeared in their plenty. Crossing the roads toward the quiet waters of a nearby lake I rose into woodland and into silence once more. 

The path rose at a gentle contour before dropping into the next valley in steep switchbacks, here I met the Schwansee lake which in the evening still was like a perfect mirror to the mountains and castles behind. Lingering I watched as the light started to grow golden on the summits above; I was excited to get a view from the last hill before dinner. 

Neuschwanstein Castle

There was no better way to end a fantastic long distance trail like the King Ludwig Way than to sit atop a small hill and gaze back upon the mountains, castles and lakes in the setting sun. Beneath a series of three crosses I sat on the top of a small chapel, in total silence the spectacle seemed to swim out and grab at every sense; to one side was the mountains to my other the colourful houses of Fussen and home, separated by only a small descent and some hidden chapels it was tantalisingly close. 

Mountains near Fussen

Arriving in the last golden light Fussen seemed all the more beautiful, the wide river at the edge of town was an inviting yet surely cold azure blue which contested perfectly with the red roofs and yellow walls that most of the buildings displayed. Children dressed in full lederhosen ran ahead in the narrow streets and the sound of a nearby band echoed through the bustle of triumphant walkers, meeting my fellow hikers I and the Australians finished together into the extravagant Hotel Sonne; perhaps the most luxurious of all the hotels so far. To celebrate finishing the hike we settled down to a superb three course meal and with what better than a weissbeer named ‘Konig Ludwig.’ 

Locals in Fussen


The King Ludwig Way was complete but I had one extra day to explore and enjoy the wanders of Fussen particularly those of the castles I had briefly passed the evening before. I had planned early in the hike that I would set off at the crack of dawn to attempt an alpine peak, my hope was to catch a view back down from the summit. However a broad bank of cloud was fast approaching from the open fields with the likelihood of capturing the view into mist upon the tops. Instead I decided to venture back to Neuschwanstein castle and plan further from there. 

Like a Disneyland castle Neuschwanstein perches upon the very top of the most unlikely steep hill. Flanked on three of the four sides by the towering cliff sides of the Bavarian alps and separated only by a deep gorge it is a romantic yet impenetrable fortress. Today the castle is overrun only by hoards of tourists to which a local industry booms. 

From the bustling bus stop I joined a steady flow in the crowd to wind uphill toward the castle grounds. Passing countless gift shops, cafes and the occasional horse drawn cart I soon found myself enjoying the high vantage of the hillside. Looking back to the comparatively modest yellow walls of Hohenschwangau castle I peered out across the stunning lakes and alpine vistas; so far the cloud was staying high. 


Tourists getting a lift up to Neuschwanstein castle

Gazing up to the Tegelberg chairlift in the distance I aimed to cross the gorge on the impressive bridge before climbing uphill to meet the lift station at the top. If the weather improved I would aim for the summit, if it did not I would return to explore the lower castles; it seemed like the best way to experience the best of everything the area had to offer. 

Jostling for position I took a quick peer over the bridge back to the extravagant spires of the Neuschwanstein castle. Leaving the crowds behind I was soon following a narrow trail up into alpine pine forest, the immediate sense of wilderness spurred the urge to pursue the mountain above, to keep hiking and keep climbing up. Occasional glimpses back to the valley below were brought by vertigo inducing drops to the side of the narrow route. 

Above Neuschwanstein castle

Before long I had risen into a mist; gently swirling around between the trees it created an eerie stillness to the air. Joining a group of young locals I climbed in company toward the sounds of a cable car somewhere ahead. The trail often wound in precarious switchbacks or narrow contours around slopes; sometimes following through forest the route would open up into exposed steps shrouded into a sense of safety by the cloud. 


It was mid-day when we arrived under the cables of the Tegelberg chairlift, leaving the woodland we wound onto a wide concrete track to soon discover a cafe and sudden bustle of activity on the top. We sat together for a celebratory lunch of sweet pastries and salami kindly shared amongst the group. 


Thick mist below the Tegelberg chairlift


Now in thick mist continuing to the mountaintop less worthwhile, instead I jumped aboard the chairlift to return to Fussen via the castles one last time. 
By the time I had wandered back into Fussen the light was again growing low over the hills and yet again the local band had appeared to play life into the evening streets. It was a sad feeling to be leaving Germany in the morning yet a triumphant ending to a long journey, in just one week I had hiked through open fields, impressive woodlands and into the mountains; most importantly I had walked through a ribbon of culture, where churches, history and local foods had made the King Ludwig Way more than a walk, it was a perfect way to get a taste of Germany. 


Local band in Fussen



For more information on walking the King Ludwig Way visit our Walking Holidays in Bavaria page for more details on what you can experience on a walking holiday in the region.


'K' signs mark Bavaria's King Ludwig Way.