44 days on skis to the university.

It is 900 kilometers from Augsburg to Grenoble. Christoph Ebert loves adventure and is crazy about snow and ice. The geography student made an arrival to the university an extreme-skiing - 40 Alpine peaks in 44 days, with heavy climbs and rapid descents.

 

I lie in a sleeping bag and BIBB, I always tear the tent entrance, and hand over to me. My head glows from high fever, and I entertain myself with a travel partner, it does not exist.

It is only the second day on my way to the university in Grenoble, I'm 60 kilometers from my home town of Augsburg away. I was started to just the Western Alps to cross, but the water of the river Bavarian Wertach me niedergestreckt. Now I lie here and talking about the cold and pain under the tent wall. I have to give up - for now.

Three days later, find myself back on my journey towards the southwest. On skis, I prefer going to my university town of Grenoble in France, walking in the plane, climb in and go from all this alone. More than 40 peaks are on the way, 35,000 meters of altitude, I must up and down, 900 kilometers is the distance.

Chamois flee before the avalanche

A flight over the Alps takes nearly an hour and a half. Because my geography expert, but my heart is and the nature and the ice one, I will run an estimated 40 days. My rules: Allow only snowshoes, skis and poles, gas cooker, signal rockets, GPS, sleeping bag plus a one-man tent.

Already behind Oberstdorf im Allgäu meters of snow is high. I obey my way until shortly before noon, then I must repent. The avalanche danger is too great. The next day, I try it again. A large avalanche has my track from the previous day partially buried. As a group chamois before fleeing an avalanche, and they just missed me, I go back to.

The third attempt, I am a clock frozen at night in my tracks. At sunrise I reach the Haldenwang head across the border to Austria and finally to Warth depart.

The avalanche danger in this extreme winter forcing me to a painful concession. Engine should actually help taboo, but I Siedle security higher than my ambition. Once I have a bus and a lift used to dangerous slopes to circumvent.

Frisch verliebt in Graubünden

Only when I finally Davos, Switzerland, and thus the reach, it will be better. Although this year even more snow than usual, but the white masses are becoming increasingly resistant. Now the fun begins: rapid descents deep, colorful sunsets, impressive snow worlds. The days I am completely alone. Chamois, ibex and jackdaws are my only company, before I started the evening in the valleys and to the people back.

From Safiental in the eastern canton of Grisons in Switzerland, other skiers on the tour, but there remain few. While I was struggling, flay me and constantly make new plans to ensure progress, winning the Alpine slowly back their dignity, they in elevators, tunnels, highways have lost.

But I'm not just fall into the magnificent mountain world Grisons, but especially in its inhabitants. I meet farmers, their runaway goat through the snow behind stomp, and children, with the skis to glide school. The center of the villages is still the post office, or La Posta and finally La Poste. Nobody cares, because there are already all the languages spoken - albeit not properly. There is little modern, people are still happy.