Gunther Holtorf used to be a manager. Then he dropped out and decided to travel to all the countries in the world. After 26 years he has reached his goal. The story of a big adventure – and a great love.
Late one morning, “Otto” motors calmly through Lithuania towards Kamenny Log, the border town to Belarus. The September sun is shining, the road is straight as a die, and there is hardly a car to be seen. Who wants to go to Belarus?
Gunther Holtorf does. In the best of moods, he sits at the wheel of his blue Mercedes SUV that he has called “Otto” for many years: “I’ve got a good feeling,” he says, in his slightly rough voice. His white hair is cropped short and his blue eyes sparkle under his bushy eyebrows. You wouldn’t think he was 77 in spite of his wrinkles. The Belarusians have turned down his application twice before. “This time,” he says, “it’s going to be OK.”