Hieronymus Carl Friedrich Freiherr von Münchhausen (1720-1797) is famous for the adventures attributed to him. The literary material has been retold and revised, performed and screened many times and reaches a large audience in many countries to this day.
If one reads the sources from the late 18th century, one gets to know a true gentleman: He doesn’t bore the listeners with long explanations about places of interest, the country and its people, but keeps them in suspense with poetic images and surprising twists. Fantasy, skill, time and money are abundant. The Baron overcomes distances and obstacles in an unconventional way, usually with animals and weapons playing a major role.
How can travellers in the 21st century follow in his footsteps?
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The following snippets from the 1786 edition are intended to help you putting yourself into the Russian-Ottoman winter fairy tale:
the roads, which every traveller had described, as uncommonly bad through the northern parts of Germany, Poland, Courland, and Livonia.
I went on: night and darkness overtook me. No village was to be seen. The country was covered with snow, and I was unacquainted with the roads.
into Russia, where travelling on horseback is rather unfashionable in winter, I submitted, as I always do, to the custom of the country, took a single horse sledge
I do not exactly recollect whether it was in Esthland or Jugemanland, but I remember that in the midst of a dreary forest, somewhere thereabouts
I shall not tire my Readers with the politicks, arts, sciences, and history of this magnificent metropolis of Russia
I was perfectly at liberty to sport away my time and money in the most Gentleman-like manner.
I have always been as remarkable for the excellency of my horses, dogs, guns and swords, as for the proper manner of using and managing them
my daily task was not very hard and laborious, but rather singular and irksome. It was to drive the Sultan’s bees every morning to their pasture-grounds, to attend them all the day long, and against night to drive them back to their hives
I recollected that Turkey beans grew very quick, and run up to an astonishing height. I planted one immediately, it grew and actually fastened itself to one of the moon’s horns.
I had no more to do now, but to climb up by it into the moon, where I safely arrived. I had a troublesome piece of work of it, before I could find my silver hatchet in a place where every thing has the brightness of silver.
Suddenly we heard a Tereng! tereng, teng, teng! We looked round, and now found the reason, why the postilion had not been able to sound his horn. His tunes were frozen up in the horn, and came out now by thawing […]The king of Prussia’s march—Over the hill and over the dale—An evening hymn, and many other favourite tunes came out, and the thawing entertainment concluded, as I shall this short account of my Russian travels with
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