“I AIN‘T BUYIN‘ NOTHING!”

On my way from Constance to Stuttgart, I fought my way through the raw, stony, and yet so beautiful Swabian Alps; a constant up-and-down of hills that came at me nearly vertically and nosedive descents that made even me, a non-Catholic, ready to kneel before God.

At my first stop in the picturesque village of Gammertingen, all I wanted was a shower and I thought nothing would melt the hearts of the local people like a tired and beaten young man. After ringing fifty doorbells, I had come to terms with fifty versions of the answer “no”: everything from  “I ain’t buyin’ nothing!” to “I’m sorry but our bathroom is being renovated today.”

After being turned down over and over again, I showered in an empty field with a bottle of sparkling mineral water and swore to myself that tomorrow, despite being ravenous, “here in Gammertingen, I ain’t buyin’ nothing!”

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CAMPING, SWABIAN ALPS

HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY, GAMMERTINGEN
PHOTO: PHILIPP KÖHLER
THE WAY TROUGH THE SWABIAN ALPS
PHOTO: PHILIPP KÖHLER