Wolfgang Zander

Tourism seemed a bit overcrowded that Saturday afternoon in the picturesque village of Frigiliana, located just a few kilometers behind the coast on a hill, which became our...

Tours like this can be strenuous and demanding. Intense and very challenging as well. Often filled with difficulties. And yet, I always love tours like this . . .

is revealed to be relatively accurate by the date of its completion listed in my guidebook, which indicates 1793. On travel days like this, it's pleasant and relaxing to stay in...

Arcos de la Frontera looks like a pile of thrown sugar cubes on the rugged rocks.

The view from Torre Tavira over Cadiz.

With the Telecabina Tâmpa, the cable car to the local mountain about 900 meters high, we have the opportunity not only to look down on Brașov but also to have an overview of the...

Siebenbürgen . . . – the sound of the word alone creates a magical effect and evokes the image of a land hidden far behind mountains and hills, almost ethereal and mythical.

For the last tour during this truly beautiful and magnificent trip, I started on Friday, August 7th. Once again with a rental car from Villach. This time over the Wurzenpass to...

Škofja Loka appeared to me as a particularly beautiful small Slovenian town.

This excursion took me to the divided city of Nova Gorica. To Nova Gorica, which represents the Slovenian part of the city, while Gorizia represents the Italian part.

However, during this train ride, I was forced to observe something strangely surreal. In the rear part of the light green carriage dating back to the Tito era, the only other...

So Maribor was gloomy and Monday afternoon it started pouring rain.

My stay in Koper was pleasantly uneventful. To stay in the visibly Venetian-influenced old town, far away from the hustle and bustle, felt wonderful.

I spent the following days lazing around, strolling, and taking lots of photos. I loved swaying gently in the waves of the sea.

The Romanesque fortress church of Hrastovlje, which is very impressive with its medieval frescoes, was the first stop on the eagerly anticipated journey.

Hastily, I went to a bicycle rental shop in the small and bustling city to arrange the means of transport needed for the next activity.

The formerly seemingly unattainable female figure, which had appeared so distant to the contemplating traveler for a long time, presented itself very charmingly here in the form...

The photographic result is intended to be presented as a colorful extravaganza. Inspiration and joy, as well as entertainment, are supposed to be experienced by my dear readers...

The wonderful summer weather appears magnificent to the traveler strolling through the city and taking photographs, while as a free spirit, no fitting image of "pomp" seems to be...

Corresponding to the symbol of Germany's largest rectory created in the previous post about Würzburg, in this second post we want to focus on the church buildings of Würzburg.

Through the largest rectory in Germany, I want to lead my dear readers, both anticlericals and believers, through Würzburg.

Only a short detour led me from the nearby Wertheim to Tauberbischofsheim. An interlude that was inserted as a detour, without which the big picture of this journey would never...

According to writer Pearl Sydenstricker Buck, many people miss out on the small happiness while waiting in vain for the big one.

When I look at the pictures of Amorbach now, I know that the spontaneous decision to get off here, carried by a delightful and inspiring flow of travel, was absolutely the right...

Months later, when I look at the handful of pictures I brought back from Walldürn, I feel a sense of joy flowing almost solemnly...

I would describe Miltenberg as a "half-timbered paradise". As one of the most worth seeing and beautiful pearls that finds itself, lovely embedded in the landscape, here on the...

River courses in particular have always fascinated and attracted me. River courses with beautiful cities and places of interest, lined up like pearls on a chain along the...

I only had an hour and a half left in Oslo for a fast-paced city tour.

My ship reaches Kirkenes at 9:00 in the morning. I am now about 2600 kilometers away from Vienna as the crow flies, and the thermometer shows four degrees above zero.

The North Cape! Undoubtedly, the idea of a dream destination, an enchanting place of longing, a spot that must still be reached in order to perhaps spice up the possibly sober...