CAMPING „UNEXPECTEDLY“


CAMPING „UNEXPECTEDLY“ , 08:36 A.M., HOLZAPPEL


FROM LAKE TO SEA, NUMBER PLATE
The tiny village of Holzappel stands 975 feet above sea level. And you can feel it. Serpentines line the dangerous, nearly vertical paths all the way up; a sign warns cyclers to dismount and drive up. Because my conscience forbade me the help of a motorized vehicle, I rode up anyway. Out of breath, drenched in sweat, and five pounds lighter, I made it. Up there, I was greeted by the villagers with questions like: “did your girl throw you out?”. I don’t know if it was the elevation but they were somehow a charming crowd.

The fun passed rather quickly as I wanted to set up camp on a nearby field. As I hammered the last stake into the ground, a farmer with suspenders and a leather hat came up to me and recommended I find another field, in the neighboring village, Geilnau, perhaps. They surely would have nothing against it. I promised to move on and he disappeared. Exhausted, I couldn’t have cared less about Geilnau; I thought, finally some sleep.

Waking up to this view, the fatigue and exhaustion of the day before were long gone.

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