As I ventured along the trail, I came across everything from crowded beaches and sea-side resorts to sea caves and secluded coves that were only accessible on foot, adding to the allure of the coastal walk.

Standing on the summit of Naafkopf, with panoramic views of the surrounding peaks and valleys, was a feeling like no other. As I gazed out at the majestic beauty of the Bernina Range on one side and the dramatic rock formations of Saxer Lucke on the other, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder.

Three countries, 165 km, 10,000 M of elevation, wrapped up seven days. We were exhausted and depleted but could not have been happier or more proud of ourselves.

It was 8 in the morning, and to reach the starting point of the hike, we took the first train from Brienz to Rothorn, where the hike began. It was a cute red train powered by steam that offered majestic scenery as it went through the green pastures of the Bernese Alps, we had a view of the beautiful Brienzersee, and as the train gained altitude, the mighty Jungfrau range presented itself to us.

Eventually, we reached the end of the trail, which was supposed to be next to a pristine blue lake, but the lake was frozen. Nevertheless, the view of the mountain range from there was phenomenal.

While I was trying to get on top of my board, I spotted myself in the impact zone of another wave that was coming hard at me. I braced for impact, took one last breath and let myself be thrown around by the wave. “It’s washing machine time”, I said to myself. I was so sure that I was going to hit my head on the reef.

Abseiling down the crevasse was quite scary at first. I was dangling by a rope, repelling down this crack in the ice. Below me lay darkness, and I could hear water rushing under the glacier. It was not very comforting, to say the least. After reaching almost the bottom of the crevasse, I started using the front points of the crampons and the ice axe to climb to the top gradually.

It was so cold throughout the night that even my -2C-rated sleeping bag gave up. My watch tells me I barely got an hour of sleep, but I came all the way here not to sleep but to explore the outdoors, so I better get out of the tent and snap some good photos. The whole ground around us is wet and soggy, I chose to do this trek in my trail runners, but so far, I regret it because all the water from the soggy ground is seeping in, and my toes are freezing right now.

As the sun comes up slowly, I get to see more closely what’s around us and how high up I am. The clouds are below us, and there is this mysterious shadow of the whole mountain being cast across the landscape. This kind of shadow can only be seen from the top of the mountain. I see the whole of Bali from here, the Indian Ocean, and some neighbouring islands with peaks of their volcanoes visible as well.