Travel

All children love maps.

In my case it all started with one of those Earth globes that glowed softly in the dark. It was actually my brother’s, but we shared most of our toys when we were little kids. I remember him pointing at countries and naming capitals, rivers and mountain ranges. I sat fascinated by places that at the time seemed impossibly far away.

Eventually it became something I would do too. Before long I had memorized all the countries from every continent, rivers, mountain ranges and capitals I probably would never visit. Some names sounded strange, others exotic and a few became unforgettable. One of them was Antananarivo.

At the time Madagascar felt like just another large island near Africa, probably not so different from the rest of the continent. I had no idea it would eventually lead to one of the most unforgettable journeys of our life.

Separated from Africa for tens of millions of years, Madagascar developed into its own world. Species evolved independently, ecosystems adapted in isolation and life followed directions found nowhere else on Earth. Lemurs, baobabs, fossas, giant chameleons and entire forests exist nowhere else on the planet.

Even the people who arrived on this island came from somewhere completely unexpected. Malagasy, the language, belongs to the Austronesian language family and is closer to the languages spoken in various regions of Borneo and Southeast Asia than to those spoken in mainland Africa. These peoples crossed enormous distances across the Indian Ocean using advanced sailing technology, and for hundreds of years these origins intermixed with African, Arabic and European influences and ultimately created one of the most distinct cultures on the continent.

That isolation is still visible today.

Although Madagascar is a huge country, approximately equal in size to the Iberian Peninsula and considered the fourth largest island in the world, infrastructure remains limited across much of the island. Many roads are either broken or only partially paved, though this is changing rapidly. Traveling across the island is long, slow and quickly becomes part of the experience itself.

Africa is often imagined through the lens of safari landscapes, however Madagascar feels totally different. Not solely because of the uniqueness of the wildlife, but because of the sheer diversity of environments concentrated within a single island. Rainforests, dry forests, limestone karst formations, high plateaus, mangrove swamps, tropical coastlines and isolated rural villages separated by roads that seemingly vanish into mud, fog or dust.

For an entire month we would be walking through all of those landscapes, but everything began in that place with a funny name, Antananarivo.

From Tana to Andasibe

After flying from Madrid to Paris and then southward through Eastern Africa we landed at night in Tana, as locals call it.

The airport was already a sign of what awaited us. There were advertisements for the 2023 Indian Ocean Island Games plastered over parts of the terminal while lines formed at currency exchange booths and SIM card vendors. The sounds of Malagasy, French and sporadic English surrounded us while drivers stood outside waiting with handwritten signs beneath fluorescent lights.

Our driver immediately taught us our first Malagasy phrases. Salama = hello. Misaotra = thank you. Azafady = excuse me.

The first night was brief and mostly strategic, as Madagascar didn’t really start in the capital city, but the following day heading east to Andasibe.

Malagasy standards consider Andasibe to be relatively close to Antananarivo. However, even considering the relatively short distance, the drive still takes several hours.

When leaving the capital city, the landscape rapidly transformed from rice terracing to eucalyptus forest and red dirt villages scattered across the highland region. We made several stops along the way.

Roadside markets appeared constantly beside the highway. These were makeshift collections of wooden structures and vegetables placed directly on the ground. Stacks of bananas and unfamiliar fruits were located adjacent to dried fish displayed under the open sky despite being miles away from the coast. People were always on the move between market stalls while overloaded minivans traversed villages trailing clouds of dust.

My first impression was movement occurring everywhere. Life felt really local and authentic.

I could find virtually no evidence of mass tourism anywhere outside of the national parks themselves. Most people around us were merely traveling between villages, carrying products, selling food, or tending rice paddies surrounding the roadway.

As we traveled further east, the landscape began changing slowly. The air became wetter and fog started developing over the mountains. Trees became thicker along the mountainous slopes while the roads continued to become increasingly muddy and narrow.

It wasn’t long before night fell rapidly. One moment sunlight filtered through cloud cover and the next moment the road had vanished into darkness. By the time we arrived in Andasibe, the rainforest had overtaken the whole landscape.

The Edge of the Rainforest

Forests near Andasibe and Mantadia form part of the last remaining eastern rainforests of Madagascar. These represent fragments of much larger ecosystems that once covered far greater portions of the island. These are ancient forests.

Dense, humid and biologically overwhelming environments where life appears to occupy every layer of space. Moss blankets tree trunks and branches while giant ferns rise from beneath the canopy. The air smells permanently of damp earth and vegetation.

Andasibe is also one of the most-visited protected areas in Madagascar mainly because it is one of the best places in the world to see the Indri, the largest living lemur.

During the next days we spent considerable time exploring several areas surrounding Andasibe including Mitsinjo & V.O.I.M.M.A, primarily consisting of nighttime walks and smaller community-managed rainforests, Mantadia during the day, a denser and rougher primary forest with fewer visitors, and finally Analamazaotra, perhaps the most renowned portion of the park system, particularly popular for resident Indri groups.

In addition to our driver-guide, Coleggue,  accompanying us into reserves, local guides also walked with us once inside the park. These trackers possessed an amazing understanding of their environment. They knew exactly where specific lemur families rested, which trees attracted geckos and insects, and where chameleons slept at night.

Initially it felt staged, but you soon realized it was merely experience. Fano, our primary local guide, and then Flavia during our nighttime walk at V.O.I.M.M.A, consistently demonstrated a great knowledge of biology, local customs, animal behavior and many other things.

After Dark

If visiting the rainforest during daylight already felt kind of alien, things became even more surreal at night. Nighttime walks revealed an entirely different ecosystem hidden within essentially the same forest.

The humidity increased immediately following sunset and total darkness enveloped all areas outside of our flashlights. Frogs called continuously from every direction as insects previously hidden within moss and bark began moving through foliage.

Each flashlight beam illuminated something unusual. Chameleons hanging several meters above the ground while leaf-tailed geckos disguised themselves perfectly as bark. Small frogs that blended completely with leaves until the reflection from their eyes revealed them.

The rainforest operated differently at night. One aspect that fascinated me most regarding these nighttime walks was how respectfully our guides treated wildlife. They allowed animals to remain calm without unnecessary interaction. Frequently guides knew exactly where certain species would appear since they understood feeding patterns and sleeping sites with an uncanny degree of accuracy.

Some species also appeared quite indifferent toward humans. Madagascar possesses extremely low levels of native predators compared to mainland Africa, thus much of its wildlife has developed without constant predation pressures experienced elsewhere on the continent. For photography, this meant leaving the big zoom lenses at home. A simple 200mm was usually more than enough unless you planned to photograph birds.

One of our most memorable experiences was encountering a Parson’s Chameleon. Locating one is difficult enough, photographing one at least five meters above ground partially concealed between branches in complete darkness is a whole different story.

Another memorable moment was trying to spot the famous Comet Moth, one of the largest silk moths in the world, without success, only to later find one calmly sitting outside our cabin once we returned.

The Voice of the Forest

Perhaps the most memorable experience occurred early before sunrise on the second day.

A distant rising call moving through mist above the canopy, followed by a second response deeper within the forest. The Indri.

Indri calls carry for miles through rainforests and are unlike anything else in nature; somewhere between a whale song, a siren, and something ancient emerging from the forest itself.

The Indri is not only one of Madagascar’s most iconic creatures but also one closely associated with Malagasy belief systems and fady, Malagasy taboos and ancestral myths that pervade nearly all areas of the island. Some myths portray Indris (or Babakoto) as relatives or ancestors of humans. Other legends depict Indris worshiping the sun at dawn when they occasionally stand upright facing the morning light before calling.

Finally we spotted them high above us eating quietly from leaves while moving through the canopy with impressive agility.

They are certainly larger than most lemurs and remarkably expressive, however it is their movement that becomes etched in memory as suddenly they propel themselves acrobatically through enormous spaces separating trees with complete control.

Observing them eat and groom each other high above the forest floor sometimes felt strangely human, and deeply ancient too.

Return To Tana

Following a couple days in Andasibe we headed back west toward Tana.

Rainforests gradually disappeared behind us while highlands re-emerged through mist, rural villages and rice terraces. However, Madagascar already felt far larger and more fragmented than when we arrived.

Only Andasibe was merely the beginning. Ahead lay the dry forests of Kirindy, the baobabs of the western coastline and the limestone labyrinths of Bemaraha. We would be going through water crossings, dust roads and environments unlike the humid forests encountered in eastern Madagascar.

The island was already dividing itself into separate worlds.

The Alta Via 1 had ended.

Belluno marked the end of the route; lower elevation, warmer air and a return to normalcy. The rhythm of the trip had changed, and with it, the perception that the trip had reached its logical conclusion.

But not all had settled. Something had appeared days earlier, from the summit of Seekofel. At the time, Tre Cime was simply a reference point, far away, abstract. Something that belonged elsewhere in the trip. Officially, that area is part of a different trek, the Alta Via 4, but many visit it as a one-day trip, or even as their main experience of the Dolomites.

Regardless of fatigue or pain in my right leg, which would worsen over the next few days, the decision was simple. Just one more push.

Stage 8. Auronzo – Rifugio Locatelli (via Cadini di Misurina)

Distance: 8.15 km · Elevation Gain: +389 m · Elevation Loss: −313 m · Technical Difficulty: Easy

Returning to the mountains from Belluno felt more like a return to a very familiar place. The trip back to the mountains was quieter and more direct. There was no anticipation, only movement toward something that somehow felt like the more obvious conclusion to the trip.

There was an issue at the rental car agency. License plate information and parking near Auronzo caused a slight moment of friction. This type of detail can be more important than it should be, but it was addressed quickly with the guys at the entrance gate at the bottom of the mountain and then forgotten.

And then the road began to climb toward Auronzo.

The shapes began to return. The pale rock, so distinct and nearly artificial in its tone, was back in plain sight above the tree line. Layers of spruce and larch forest gave way to more open terrain as the elevation increased.

The rhythm of the landscape was back, but the experience would be different.

Cadini di Misurina was the first stop after leaving the car.

These formations differ from those that had characterized the previous days. More angular, more fractured. A collection of narrow ridges and spires created by erosion on brittle dolomitic rock, producing a sense of depth compressed into a single plane.

They lie immediately in front of the south-facing sides of Tre Cime and serve as a sort of foreground, chaotic, irregular, contrasting with the more monolithic form of the towers behind.

This contrast is part of what makes the area so compelling. It is also what has made it so visible.

A crowd had gathered for a photo. A particular vantage point, created as much by social media as by the landscape itself.

Mass tourism has hit Cadini di Misurina. Not only due to how easily accessible it is, but also due to how many times it has been shared. And yet, even there, once you see the view, the mountains remain.

The Way to Tre Cime

The trail leading to Tre Cime is surprisingly straightforward.

Wide, well-compacted trails, built into the slope and maintained for constant traffic, dominate the terrain. The ground is stable, composed of packed gravel and worn rock, a product of both natural erosion and continuous human use.

For several days, the terrain was inconsistent and technical parts of the trip were frequent. The distinction here is quite obvious. The towers begin to show themselves exponentially, until you see their most recognizable shape.

From the east, where the view opens up to the distant Passo Grande dei Rondoi, the geological structure becomes clear. Towering vertical walls of pale dolomite rise sharply from a relatively flat foundation. They are the product of millions of years of marine sedimentation followed by uplift and erosion.

Layers within the rock are sometimes visible, remnants of their origins as ancient coral reefs, now elevated into the air.

Mist circulated slowly through the terrain. Sometimes, it obscured the edges. Sometimes, it dissipated entirely, leaving the rock exposed, sharp against the sky.

Enough to understand both aspects of the location, why it draws so many, and why many do not continue past.

Rifugio Locatelli confirmed the contrast. Busy, active, and yet, situated perfectly.

The Laghi dei Piani behind the refuge are located in shallow depressions carved into the rock. Their calm surfaces reflect the towers when the wind permits. The terrain surrounding them is bare. There is low-alpine vegetation and isolated clumps of grass between the rocks.

Sheep walk around this terrain without hesitation, accustomed to its irregularities. The caves nearby carved into the rock during WWI represent a continuation of the locations previously encountered.

I was walking with a limp by then, but it did not matter.

Climbing toward Sextenstein changes the perspective again. The trail to this peak that dominates the landscape around the refugio is more rugged. There is more loose rock and unstable footing. Parts of the mountain show more of its structural foundation. The pale dolomite here breaks into sharp shards, producing a visually stunning but mechanically unstable terrain.

From the top, everything enlarges. The refuge is tiny and the pathways disappear. The summits stretch farther than Tre Cime and clouds move rapidly in discrete masses, circulating through the valleys, breaking against the steep faces of the rock.

The landscape never fully settled.

The Guardians of Light

Right after an interesting dinner with two other solo travelers, an Australian and an Italian lady living not far from Belluno, whose Nepalese husband worked in the refugio and had invited her for the first time, the conditions began to align. Clouds parted in patches and sunlight struck the vertical faces of the towers, and those who wished to contemplate its quiet majesty made their way toward the cliff.

The rock colors shifted, orange. Then deeper, almost red. The mineral content of the dolomite enhances this effect. Light interacts differently with angle and surface, creating strong contrasts between illuminated and shaded areas.

The mist passed through it.

At various moments, it seemed as though the clouds were burning, absorbing light and dispersing it across the summits like suspended flame. It did not last long, but it did not need to.

Once the light dissipated, the atmosphere shifted again. Blue hour set in, and while returning to the refuge, temporary ponds, formed in shallow depressions in the rock, captured the last reflections of the towers.

Stage 9. Rifugio Locatelli – Auronzo

Distance: 5.59 km · Elevation Gain: +198 m · Elevation Loss: +274 m · Technical Difficulty: Easy

The day following was different. A cloudless blue sky with steady light.

The Laghi dei Piani reflected a completely different version of the same landscape. The reflections were more defined. The geometric clarity of the towers is more visible, clean edges, vertical lines, clear separation between each tower.

There was almost no movement, only geometry.

Walking around the massif from the other side showed another level. The terrain relaxed gradually with more grass and less exposed rock. Gradual transition from high-alpine terrain to lower-elevation meadows. While descending toward Auronzo, people became more abundant.

Accessibility defines this place as much as the mountains themselves.

A brief stop in Misurina Lake framed by trees and smaller peaks. Less dramatic, but connected to the larger system. It started to feel like the experience was about to end.

The Return

The train from Belluno to Venice was the final transition.

When I arrived at Santa Lucia station, the change was total. Heat and large crowds moving in every direction. Sound bouncing off surfaces rather than disappearing into open space.

The Alta Via 1 should not be confined to a begin and an end location. Tre Cime represents a type of closure to the route that is difficult to replicate elsewhere. Seeing it at the end, and not at the beginning, changes its meaning completely.

By then, the Dolomites are no longer something to discover, but an experience that even after leaving, remains.

Stage 5. Rifugio Venezia – Rifugio Mario Vazzoler

Distance: 24.80 km · Elevation Gain: +1389 m · Elevation Loss: −1608 m · Technical Difficulty: Moderate

The Alta Via 1 changes from here. The route is defined by altitude, exposure, open spaces and a big dose of humidity. Past Pelmo the terrain softens. The peaks are still there, but they start to retreat behind forested valleys, and longer descents. The scale is still there, but the feeling of the landscape is more subdued.

And, very soon, another aspect of the AV1 will become obvious, there are significantly fewer hikers.

The morning at Rifugio Venezia starts slowly, it is before the sunrise and when is really peaceful and quiet. The sky is heavy and the air is still. The first steps are easier than anticipated, descending toward Palafavera, a ski resort that takes on a different character in summer. Here the trail reconnects with a different kind of world, roads and infrastructure. There is a cappuccino, some supplies, and the kind of small decisions that, for a while, make you feel connected to the world again.

Then, the ascent recommences. The path toward Coldai winds its way through open slopes and scattered cabins. Sheep graze near the trail, unconcerned with the activity happening nearby. The terrain is softer here and less rugged.

However, the sense of calmness is what stands out the most. After the exposure of the preceding days, this area of the Alta Via 1 feels quieter. Longer sections of trail pass without seeing anyone. The trail starts to feel more like an individual experience, and less like a shared route.

At Rifugio Coldai, the mood shifts once again. People congregate and watch a cloudy and uncertain sky, while a share my french fries with a kid that happened to be hiking with his family but was really there for the food mostly.

There is a collective awareness that the light may change. And then it does.

Just enough of the clouds clear, and Lago Coldai appears, fully formed, as if the fog had been holding it back until that instant. The water in the lake mirrors the surrounding peaks with a clarity that feels almost unreal after the grey morning.

Many stop here. Some even wade into the water and swim across it, despite the cold. The effect is strong enough to be impossible to resist.

The First Rains

The route proceeds through meadows and valleys. This is where the Alta Via 1 becomes more human. Interactions occur more frequently, a few exchanged words, trail comparisons, adjustments to plans. An Australian couple share a stretch of the trail; then a group of Swedish friends or a Korean lady that had been living not far away from me back in the day, a casual conversation begins, and just as easily ends.

These encounters do not change the journey, but they help define it. They add perspective and context. They make the trail feel less solitary, without disrupting the silence.

For the first time on the Alta Via 1, the weather changes. Initially, the rain is quite gentle. A light drizzle that barely disrupts the rhythm, but that doesn’t last. Fog develops and valleys disappear. Visibility is much reduced and the trail becomes softer underfoot. Then wetter.

When Rifugio Mario Vazzoler comes into view, the rain becomes steady. The refuge is located in a clearing within the forest, three buildings, basic, functional. Surrounded by open space and grazing animals.

By the time I arrive, the light is already fading. Not because of the hour, but because of the forest. The refuge is set deep within it, and even during the day, it feels darker than it should Inside, everything slows down again.

Wet gear dries where it can. Conversations resume around tables. The outside world continues, but from a distance.

On that night, the experience is less about the landscape and more about the people within it. Shared tables and unexpected conversations with a Canadian couple who were visiting Europe for the first time. Stories exchanged between people who have nothing in common except the trail that brought them there.

At times, the Alta Via 1 feels like a sequence of landscapes, but on that night, it felt like something more.

Stage 6. Rifugio Mario Vazzoler – Rifugio Sommariva al Pramperet

Distance: 23.92 km · Elevation Gain: +1373 m · Elevation Loss: −1223 m · Technical Difficulty: Moderate

The next morning begins early and with the sound of hikers surprised that their gear is still wet despite being hanged outside from the day before (under heavy rain at night…) Forecasts indicate mixed weather. The plan is simple, wake up early, skip breakfast, move quickly.

Initially, the conditions were in favor. Fog defines the landscape, obscuring visibility and compressing depth. Photography becomes secondary and movement becomes the priority.

Then the rain returns. Light at first, then constant, and eventually, intense. In a matter of minutes, everything is soaked. Pants cling heavily and boots are full. Water runs down your arms, into your hands, into every item of clothing. The trail becomes invisible beneath flowing water. Muddy areas transform into small streams and rocks become pathways for water.

There were moments when I walked in water up to my ankles and each step felt heavier than the one before.

Eventually, it transitions from unpleasant to mechanical, simply putting one foot in front of the other instead of contemplating the landscape.

Shelter from the Storm

Casera Moschesin appears almost unexpectedly, an old, abandoned building, once a small hut for shepherds. Very simple and functional. A temporary shelter from the storm in the middle of nowhere.

I was completely alone, only the sound of the rain hitting the roof. It seemed unlikely that anyone was close.

Everything I was wearing was soaked. There was no way around it. So I removed everything I was wearing and got completely naked. It wasn’t comfort, but necessity.

I put back my wet clothes and check my gear, the camera gear is not affected. The decision is simple, continue or wait. The rain answers. It doesn’t stop. I keep walking.

Eventually, the rocky path, waterlogged and uneven, opens into a meadow. The rain pauses for a moment, and I catch sight of Rifugio Sommariva al Pramperet.

Inside there is no cell phone reception. None at all. No occasional connection. No messages. Nothing.

And the rain does not stop. It continues through the evening, steady and uninterrupted. Few hikers make it this far. Most stop earlier, or choose to walk only the first half of the Alta Via 1. Beyond this point, the route becomes quieter, less predictable, less traveled.

Conversation replaces distraction. A simple dinner with a Scottish young man who was camping with a friend of his, sick that night from a bad snack. Szymon was also there, a Polish completing the trek in just six days while preparing for a Marathon in Valencia. The last night before the final push feels magical under the heavy rain.

Stage 7. Rifugio Sommariva al Pramperet – La Pissa

Distance: 20.00 km · Elevation Gain: +827 m · Elevation Loss: −2198 m · Technical Difficulty: Moderat

The final day begins early. The rain has diminished, but everything remains wet. The air is heavy and the ground is saturated. The ascent begins immediately, very steep, quiet, and enclosed within forest.

The Bellunesi landscape appears gradually.

This is not the Dolomites of vertical faces and dramatic silhouettes. This is something older, wilder and less structured. The geology shifts here, pale dolomite gives way to darker, more weathered rock, covered in dense vegetation.

The forest reflects that change, beech and larch cover the slopes, forming a thicker, more continuous canopy. The terrain feels deeper and more enclosed, almost primal.

And then a chamois appears. Then several make their way where the one I saw first was.

Before seeing them, I had been hearing something, sharp, high-pitched calls echoing across the rock. At first, it sounded like a bird, something like an eagle. But it wasn’t, it was them. I manage to take a picture of one of them, he stops in front of me, and repeats the call. What a moment to remember!

They move across the slopes with complete ease, triggering small cascades of falling stones as they run. The sound carries far and unmistakable.

This part of the Dolomites feels different. Not less impressive, simply less controlled and wilder.

The Bellunesi Forest and the Final Descent

As the descent continues, the forest becomes denser. Roots cross the trail in irregular patterns. The ground shifts constantly, mud and exposed roots. The terrain demands attention again, but in a different way. Less exposure and more instability.

Light filters unevenly through the trees, but occasionally, it breaks through.

Near Rifugio Pian de Fontana, the sun finally reaches the slopes. After days of changing conditions, the light feels direct and the landscape sharpens again.

After a short capuccino break, Szymon, who was still asleep when I left, entered the rifugio. He would then catch me again after a few kilometres, just to disappear into the wilderness of teh Bellunesi.

The last section toward La Pissa is long and continuous.

The forest remains and surrounds the last rifugio before the end of the trek, Bianchet. The path becomes steeper and more technical. In places, footing is irregular. Roots and rocks force constant adjustment and the descent takes its toll cumulatively.

My right leg began to give in somewhere along the way. A slight limp at first, barely noticeable. Then more evident with each step. Over two thousand meters of descent in a single day begin to take their toll.

The final section is steep, slippery and uneven. It is the kind of terrain that demands attention, even when the body is already exhausted. And then, suddenly, it ends. The road appears.

I was just in time for the last bus of the morning to Belluno. Szymon was there, waiting, smiling, happy to see that I made it. The trail dissolved into infrastructure, movement became direction again, and we shared the understanding that something had just finished.

Belluno

The bus ride to Belluno from La Pissa takes about 45 minutes. The town feels different. Larger than Dobbiaco, but quieter in a different way. Less influenced by tourists and more by everyday life.

Closer to the southern edge of the Dolomites, it feels like Italy again. The rhythm changes. Cafés, shops and conversations unrelated to the mountains. A place to rest, to eat, to wash, to dry everything that had been soaked for days.

And to think. To think about whether the journey is complete, or whether something still remains.

The last few days of this trip have been quieter, less dramatic. Not as much “iconic” action, but they finish the journey.

They show another aspect of Alta Via 1 that does not rely on peak experiences; it relies on the flow of the trail, on the weather, on your tenacity. And some time in that long walk down, you get so caught up in the details of walking and looking at everything, that the act of walking becomes something you’ve done, rather than something you’re doing.

Or almost.

Stage 3. Rifugio Lagazuoi – Rifugio Nuvolau

Distance: 24.61 km · Elevation Gain: +1848 m · Elevation Loss: −2023 m · Technical Difficulty: Difficult

On a clear day in the Dolomites, the sun rises with a clarity that is unlike anything in lower elevations. It’s a little more intense, a little more vibrant. The landscape unfolds in all directions, the horizon stretching farther and farther.

From the cross that sat atop the rifugio, the light spread across the Dolomites with remarkable clarity. It was a clean light, with edges and shadows defined, and the tones were incredible.

For a brief moment, the peaks in the distance turned a soft pink and orange hue known locally as Enrosadira (alpenglow). This would be followed by a much cooler light.

Some of the most recognizable massifs in the Dolomites were visible from the cross on the rifugio. Civetta and Pelmo could be seen in the distance. The Tofane group filled the skyline nearby. Farther away, layers of mountains stretched out endlessly. Also, the Cinque Torri could be seen in the distance, though smaller than elsewhere on the route.

Then, quite quickly, a mass of mist rolled into the valley. It moved with a kind of intention, behind the cliff that sustained the rifugio. The mist came from below and began filling the space between the mountains. It swallowed portions of the landscape while leaving others untouched. The entire scene transformed within minutes.

After one of the most extraordinary breakfasts of the route, filled with options, tasty pastries and a warm capuccino, I left the rifugio.

War in the Mountains

One place cannot be missed before leaving Lagazuoi, the tunnels.

Much of this area was a front line during the Great War. Italian and Austrian troops fought not only across ridges, but inside the mountains themselves. What remains today is an extensive network of tunnels, trenches, and carved passages.

Finding the area was quite straightforward, but locating the correct entrance takes some effort. It is easy to take a longer route than necessary, I did. But that detour led to something unexpected. A marmot emerged cautiously from its burrow. For a brief moment, curiosity overcame fear, and it stepped out just enough to allow for a close encounter before disappearing again.

Once inside, the tunnels are cold, wet, steep, and disorienting. Some sections of the floor are submerged, and in places the tunnels feel more like channels than walkable paths.

Hundreds of stairs carved into the rock lead upward through narrow corridors, making orientation difficult. Small openings appear along the walls, once used as observation posts or firing positions. In some sections, the tunnels branch into separate spaces, storage areas, living quarters, defensive positions, some still fitted with old machine guns pointing outward.

It is easy to lose your sense of direction. Reaching the lower sections and then making your way back up is physically demanding. The return to Lagazuoi is long and exhausting, especially after navigating the darkness below.

Still, it is worth it. This entire area is also a hub for via ferrata routes, something that feels like a natural extension of the experience, even if left for another time.

Near the bottom of the tunnel system, after a detour, lies Cengia Martini. From a distance, it is striking, a narrow ledge cutting across a steep rock face. Reaching it is another matter. Parts of the path have collapsed, and other sections are loose and exposed. Still, I managed to get there.

Up close, it reveals something different. The ledge is wider than it appears in places, and carved into the rock are the remains of simple wooden rooms, basic shelters once used by soldiers. Standing inside them changes your perspective entirely.

And then there is the climb itself back to the summit, long, in complete darkness, with no clear sense of distance or direction. The tunnels seem endless, splitting into multiple branches, making it easy to get lost. Eventually, after longer than expected and several attempts, the exit appears, quietly, almost unexpectedly, just behind the rifugio itself, surrounded by rocky trenches.

Toward Cinque Torri

The descent from Lagazuoi is long and continuous. As you go down, the terrain softens. The forest returns.

The transition between the Tofane and Cinque Torri passes through dense woodland, mainly spruce and larch. Light filters unevenly through the canopy, creating alternating bands of brightness and shadow. The ground shifts between soft layers of needles and exposed rock.

This section feels quieter, more enclosed. And then the landscape opens and Cinque Torri emerges to your right.

Five vertical towers rise from the ground, each distinct in shape and structure. From below, they are easier to distinguish than in most photographs.

What stands out is how much they change depending on perspective. From one angle, they appear compact. From another, separated and independent. The time of day reshapes them completely, light defines everything here.

An open-air museum spreads across the slope. You can walk through trenches, wooden structures, and reconstructed positions. You follow the same lines once used in war, understanding how the terrain shaped movement and strategy.

Meanwhile, rock climbers move along the rock faces, giving scale to the towers.

Nuvolau

From Cinque Torri, the trail climbs again, first to Averau, then to Nuvolau. The final stretch is relatively short and exposed.

Nuvolau sits on a rocky summit with no gradual transition. One moment you are climbing, the next you are completely exposed to the horizon. The views are overwhelming.

From the terrace, Cinque Torri lies below. Behind, the Tofane dominate. In the distance, opposite to the towers, Civetta and Pelmo appear once again. Mountains extend in layers in every direction.

Once in the rifugio, after yet another fantastic dinner with a great conversation with an Austrian I had met the night before and a Swedish couple on their honeymoon, sunset gathers everyone outside. The light moves constantly across the peaks. There is no single focal point, only shifting compositions depending on where you look.

Stage 4. Rifugio Nuvolau – Rifugio Venezia

Distance: 24.30 km · Elevation Gain: +1076 m · Elevation Loss: −1870 m · Technical Difficulty: Very Difficult

The following morning is just as striking. The sunrise is sharp and clear. Light reveals textures and details of the Averau massif that were hidden the evening before.

The descent toward Passo Giau is quick but challenging. Rock gives way to open grasslands, with occasional narrow and exposed sections.

Passo Giau is one of the few places along the Alta Via 1 accessible by road. People arrive by car or bicycle, bypassing sections of the trail entirely. And yet, it loses none of its impact.

From here toward Lago Federa, the route crosses one of the most beautiful meadows of the entire journey. Wide open spaces bordered by steep cliffs. Horses grazing freely around Lago delle Baste. There is also a small Neolithic settlement, now largely abandoned and difficult to reach, but another layer of history in the landscape.

A detour leads down to Lago Federa. The lake sits beneath steep slopes and reflects the surrounding peaks with near-perfect clarity when the water is still. The rifugio there serves as a great spot for a quick snack and some rest.

This is also a well-known cycling route, with riders making their way up the rocky tracks.

From above, the entire basin opens up.

A lunar Landscape – The Trans-Pelmo Route

After coming back from a short hike around Lago Federa, the route changes completely. The Trans-Pelmo AV1 alternative is less traveled, and far more technical.

It begins in forest with a steep initial climb, then quickly turns into unstable terrain. Poles become essential. In some sections, cables provide support, and many hikers use via ferrata gear.

The markings are not always clear. It is easy to miss them, I did, more than once. Even when paying attention, it is possible to lose the path, and sometimes you have to stay calm and focus to minimize risk.

Higher up, the landscape becomes almost entirely rock. Pale, irregular, with almost no vegetation. A lunar terrain where orientation depends entirely on the red and white markings and, if you are lucky, other hikers showing the way.

The highest point is the Passo Val d’Arcia. From there, the descent begins.

The zigzag path to the right, slippery, irregular, and easy to miss, is still the better option. The alternative on the left is more exposed, more technical, and significantly more demanding, despite appearing more direct. Two hikers ahead chose the latter and arrived at the rifugio two hours after me, in complete darkness.

Even on the correct route, the descent is long and physically draining.

The Far Side of Pelmo

Rifugio Venezia appears late. It is partially hidden behind Monte Pelmo, only revealing itself when you are already close. Compared to previous refugios, it feels quieter and less crowded.

Most hikers arrive from the easier side. Approaching from the Trans-Pelmo route changes that completely.

At some point during these days, something shifts. This is no longer just a hiking route. Lagazuoi makes that clear first, through the tunnels, the trenches, the physical traces of what happened here. But it is way more than that. Cinque Torri, Nuvolau, Passo Giau, Pelmo… Each place offers something distinct. Together, they build a different understanding about the Dolomites and its true nature.

You begin to realize this is not just another hiking destination. It is a place where history remains present, embedded in the rock, in the paths, and in everything around you.

The trip to Dobbiaco was marked by many small uncertainties, timing, delays, the type of details that seem insignificant at first, but can have a disproportionate impact. A delayed departure, a short layover in Venice, figuring out if there would be enough time to catch the bus… In the end, all went smoothly. Just enough margin to arrive without rushing.

We made a brief stop in Cortina d’Ampezzo, one of the most important ski resorts in the world and host of the last Winter Olympics. It is noticeable how much more different everything is to the rest of Italy, even from a quick stop. The atmosphere is also a bit more polished, more focused on high-end tourism.

Dobbiaco is a very popular tourist town, and that is apparent immediately. Restaurants fill up fast, especially in the evenings, and unless you have made a reservation, it may be difficult to find a place to dine. It’s the kind of place where logistics matter more than you expect.

The first afternoon was pretty low-key. A short walk through the town center, a few stops for photos, mountain gear shops, church, small streets and references to one of its most famous neighbors, Gustav Mahler. The composer spent his summers here at the beginning of the 20th century, finding in these landscapes the stillness he needed to work.

As you head towards the lake, the path opens. Lago di Dobbiaco appears gradually, framed by trees, with the Hotel Baur am See quietly situated on the main shore.

It’s a calm place. Very easy to photograph. Reflections are clean. Compositions are fairly straightforward. Along the lake, groups of coots quietly cut through the water. Small details, but they add movement to the scene.

A family cycled along the path leading from the village to the lake, the atmosphere remained very relaxed and natural. The first afternoon wasn’t about standout moments. It was more about getting used to the flow, the light and the weather.

The next morning changed all of that.

Stage 1. Lago di Braies – Rifugio Pederü

Distance: 18.07 km · Elevation Gain: +1343 m · Elevation Loss: −1242 m · Technical Difficulty: Difficult

The bus to Lago di Braies left quite early, around 7:15 AM, and took approximately 30 minutes. Getting on the first bus allowed me to arrive before most people, and before the lake becomes what it usually is, a hotspot for tourists.

At that hour, Braies was empty.

The pier was closed. The boats were tied up. The lake was absolutely still. And because of the clear sky, the lake showed its full range of colors, deep turquoise, almost surreal. This color comes from fine minerals, dolomitic sediment, suspended in the water that scatter the light, a common phenomenon throughout the entire region.

There is a very short period of time when nothing moves. As I walked around the lake, a single paddle surfer crossed the water, the only disturbance in the most absolute quietness.

Later, from the top of Seekofel, the same lake would look completely different, the boats were moving, people were everywhere, and the whole atmosphere had been transformed.

Many visitors treat Braies as an endpoint. Most visit the lake alone and depart. The Alta Via 1 begins precisely where most people stop. After the lake, the route goes along the right-hand side and then turns upwards. The first part of the route is relatively flat. Then the climb begins.

It is a steep climb. Forest, rocks, roots. Predominantly spruce and pine. The forest is dense enough to keep the light out. The path is clear, but constantly climbing. Further up the mountain, the terrain opens up. The forest is replaced by rock and lower-growing vegetation. The temperature drops rapidly and the Seekofel becomes visible.

The View from Seekofel

It is optional, but one of the best parts of this leg of the route. When going to the summit, it is highly recommended to leave the backpack at the bottom of the mountain. The route will return to the same spot, and the climb to the summit will be much easier without the extra load.

At the summit, the landscape transforms. The terrain is pale and fractured. The scale of the land expands below you. Lago di Braies lies below, and in the distance the Tre Cime can be seen. They stand out enough even from a great distance, and you know you can’t leave the Dolomites without seeing them.

Alpine ibexes roam freely at the summit, gliding across the rocky terrain with the ease of walking on flat ground. The air feels thinner and the views leave you speechless.

Going down from Seekofel is quicker. The weather changes, less sunlight, stronger winds, cooler temperatures and an uneven rocky terrain. Back at the base, Rifugio Biella indicates that we are returning to the primary route. After that, the route becomes easier, the paths expand and branch out into a range of alternatives. More people.

Along the way, there are some short conversations about the route, the weather, where you’ll go next or how many days will it take for you to complete the route. They don’t last long. But each conversation brings little bits of new information. Little perspectives that enhance the journey.

The landscape begins to turn green again, meadows and scattered refuges. We arrive to Fodara Vedla, a collection of buildings, a church, animals grazing nearby. Voices can be heard in Ladin, German or Italian, some in English too, mostly from tourists or locals giving indications.

The route down to Pederü is long, steep, slippery and unstable. The strain builds in the legs.

Pederü feels more like a rural hotel than a mountain hut, larger and more comfortable. It’s also the last place on the route where you’ll find this level of comfort. Special mention goes to Pederü’s à la carte menu, an incredible end for the first stage.

Stage 2. Rifugio Pederü – Rifugio Lagazuoi

Distance: 18.79 km · Elevation Gain: +1627 m · Elevation Loss: −425 m · Technical Difficulty: Moderate

The second day started early. The first section was through forest, mostly shaded and dominated by conifers. It was a while before the scenery opened up.

And when it did, it was the Fanes Valley. Large open fields and a river cutting through the land. Animals roaming freely, goats, cows and distant cabins. One of the most well-rounded sections of the route. A detour to Lavarella is worth doing.

Lavarella is a small occupied village. It provides a human element to the route. A sense of continuity beyond the trail itself with incredible morning light. Further along, back into the main route, Lago di Limo. The water displayed the same tones as earlier, slightly greener, shaped by the same minerals in suspension. Under the right lighting, the green intensified. In one moment, a couple attempted to bathe their dog, and the scene became strangely memorable.

The route continued through smaller valleys. Some wildlife, marmots, horses crossing the path. The terrain remained manageable.

A Lake Between Stone Walls

The final section to Lagazuoi was different. The climb started gradually from the Fanes plateau and became progressively steeper. Vegetation almost disappeared and led to a more rocky terrain. And suddenly the view opened up.

The first sight of Lago Lagazuoi after reaching the summit could be seen through a narrow passageway formed by steep rock walls. At first glance, the area seemed confined, until the landscape gradually unfolded into one of the most striking views of the Alta Via 1.

The lake sits below, deeply colored, and surrounded by steep inclines. The route down to the lake was direct, a classical zigzag protected by wooden planks, well-structured and visually stunning.

From there, the final climb began to Rifugio Lagazuoi, at 2,752 meters. The fog rolled in quickly and the visibility dropped. The path to the rifugio was broken, turning into a lunar landscape, and could only be followed by the white and red markings found along the route.

Many of the tunnels from WWI could be seen from the outside. Hinting at a deeper story that would be revealed the day after. Despite the fog, there were a few times when the mist allowed for a quick photo. And through the haze, one could see the silhouettes of the Civetta and Pelmo for the first time.

At the top, the surroundings felt almost surreal. The peaks rise and fall behind the layers of mist. Never completely visible, but an incredible thing to witness. Before reaching the refuge, the day had exceeded the expectations of the morning and from the day before.

It had been an incredible journey so far, Braies at dawn, Seekofel, the meadows of Fanes and the descent to Lagazuoi. Each one very different from each other and offering not only great photography, but different feelings as well mixed with sweat and effort.

At 2,752 meters, it was time for a rest.

2025 was a year of reflection and transformation. A time to change habits, build new ones, live more fully, appreciate the small moments, and take on new challenges.

Travel has always felt like a necessity to me. It’s one of the few things that forces you to let go of what you think you know, to accept new realities, and to see the world in ways you may not have even realized existed.

It’s also a way of understanding culture beyond what books can tell you. Walking through a place, speaking with the people who live there, or simply observing everyday life allows you to connect ideas that were once just theory, scattered facts and curiosities gathered over the years through a persistent sense of curiosity.

Many hikers see the trail as an end in itself. For me, it has always been another way of traveling, a window into a unique reality. It may not offer grand monuments, but it gives you landscapes, nature, wildlife, and the feeling of following paths that others have walked before.

And it brings something more, a much needed at that time personal challenge, the act of moving forward, of completing each stage, one step at a time.

In the summer of 2025, after hearing the name “Dolomites” many times without giving it much thought, I decided to look into it more closely. That’s when I came across a route that seemed to bring together everything I was looking for, set in a truly unique environment, the Alta Via 1.

A demanding journey, around 150 kilometers, with roughly 10,000 meters of elevation gain and loss, that felt like the perfect balance of beauty, effort, and discovery.

From that moment on, it became an obsession. A place I knew I had to go.

The Sea that became Rock

About 250 million years ago, this place was a shallow tropical sea filled with coral reefs and marine life. What are now vertical walls of rock were once living organisms submerged in water.

Eventually, those reefs turned to stone. Then, when the Alps formed, they were raised up to create the mountains we see today.

That’s probably why in 2009 the Dolomites were declared a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Not only for their beauty, but for something less visible, their geological value. This is one of the few locations in the world where that conversion from coral to mountain can be studied. The mountains here didn’t erode like those in other places, because they weren’t mountains. They were coral turned to stone.

You can feel the difference while walking. The rock feels lighter and brittle, and when you strike the ground with your poles, you can hear a characteristic metallic sound.

Enrosadira

For the local residents, that rosy glow that ignites the walls of the mountains at sunset has a curious name, Enrosadira, known in English as Alpenglow. According to legend, King Laurin, who ruled over the dwarves, had a hidden rose garden among the peaks. He was betrayed, and he cast a curse on his garden so that no one could see it either by day or by night, but he forgot the twilight. It is only then that the garden blooms once again on the rock.

Beyond mythology, science explains that it is the chemical composition of the dolomite rock that reacts to low light. And it is such an incredible thing to witness! There are certain moments of the day when Civetta turns so intensely red that it seems to produce its own energy. In those moments, it is almost impossible to do it justice with a photo; the camera cannot capture the dynamic range of a light that doesn’t seem to originate from the sun, but from within the rock itself.

Then the wind drops the temperature quickly and the light starts to fade faster than expected. The mist slides from one peak to another and covers everything around you in a few moments.

Not everything can be photographed, nor should it be. Some images last only seconds, shifts in the light while you are moving. But part of traveling is realizing that, not to save every moment, but to simply witness when they occur.

An Ancient Frontier

This region had been part of the Habsburg Empire for almost a century. Even today, evidence of that legacy can be seen in every detail, in the paths that mark the itinerary, in the architecture, the food, the customs and the language. German remains the primary language in most villages. In other areas, such as Val Badia, they speak Ladin, a Rhaeto-Romance language that has survived in these isolated valleys for centuries.

When the Romans were in control, this was the province of Raetia. It marked the boundary between the Mediterranean world and the lands of the Barbarian territories. For them, these mountains were a territory to cross when going to battle.

Later, that frontier role returned. During WWI, the Dolomites became one of the harshest mountain fronts of the war. Italian and Austro-Hungarian troops dug tunnels into the rock and lived in extreme conditions at altitudes above 3,000 meters, where the cold and the altitude worked against them.

In some sections of the route, the trail appears to be nothing more than a simple path. The rock is hollowed out, the walls show artificial cuts, and suddenly you realize that others were here before for very different reasons. You walk over excavations carved during a war, along paths that armies have used for centuries.

Today, those same footsteps form one of the most fascinating aspects of the journey, and the contrast is difficult to ignore.

A well-rounded Trail

Alta Via 1 is one of the top multi-day hiking trails in Europe. It is not technically challenging in the classical Alpine sense, but it is physically demanding, with constant elevation changes and varied terrain. The route is designed to be completed in approximately ten or eleven days, but I planned to complete it in seven.

It is not a trail for everyone, though its growing popularity may suggest otherwise. Each day requires something different. Sometimes it’s the terrain, other days, the distance or the weather, which doesn’t always cooperate, sometimes is the unexpected what can make a difference. Or it can simply be the exhaustion and the accumulation of days. The body adapts, but not without resistance.

In the past decade, the Dolomites have become a highly recognizable destination, largely due to social media. Places like Tre Cime attract hundreds of thousands of visitors each year, many in search of an Instagramable moment. Yet you only need to go a few kilometers farther for the crowds to disappear.

On the Alta Via 1, there are stretches where time seems to stand still and silence surrounds you. Valleys where sheep graze, where the most constant sound is that of cowbells. Meadows where the rhythm is set by the terrain, and where human presence does not disrupt the landscape.

The rifugi (mountain huts) help maintain that balance. More than mere accommodations, the rifugi are places of connection. At seven in the evening, long communal tables fill with strangers who, after a short conversation, begin sharing maps as if they were old friends. The effort of the day gives way to long discussions, simple meals, and the shared feeling of having arrived there in much the same way. Outside those walls, the rest of the world continues to move at an unstoppable pace.

There is something in that environment that encourages connection, perhaps the shared effort, or perhaps the absence of distractions.

Staying in the present

With each passing day, the backpack begins to feel less like a burden and more like an extension of your body. There is a quiet mysticism in the austerity of the hiker. You realize you can be deeply happy with eight kilograms on your back and a camera.

Accumulated fatigue creates a mental state in which you stop projecting into the future and instead anchor yourself in the present moment, in the next step. In the end, the Alta Via 1 is not measured in distance, but in the number of unnecessary thoughts you leave behind along the trail.

The route changes constantly. There is no single view of the Dolomites. Instead, there are many, layered throughout the journey. And that, perhaps, is what makes the Alta Via 1 unique.

The adventure starts now.