Bergün Filisur

Best travel reports from Bergün Filisur

In the wild heart of the Abula Alps

As dreamy as our campsite was, it was bitterly cold up there. So, early in the morning, I crawled out of my sleeping bag shivering slightly, eagerly awaiting the first rays of...

Of the decay of illusion

I distrust my brain. Apparently, it is a master at making things fit that are not. It shamelessly uses the imagination and invents stories like the Brothers Grimm did. Curtain...