I can’t emphasize how much I feel myself come back to center, whenever I come to this village, and to my friends. Perhaps some of these photos will show why.
Inside, you’ll find shots taken during a snowstorm, some night time shots, and shots of the indoor setups of Gudvangen.
Sometimes, I wish I would not hunger– that I would not need food, or drink, and could live by exploration alone. That wherever I went, I’d stand against whatever elements could throw at me, but still be vulnerable to man and beast. My mortality only realized by the threat of something else living, and not my own need to live.
Leaving Bavaria was a rather hard thing to do this morning. We had the chance to meet Axel, but it was for only one night. Despite the short stay, we seemed to make a tradition out of tinkering with something. This time it was with practicing making a VLAN. It didn’t go well, but we recovered gracefully. But leaving Bavaria on the whole is a very bitter thing.
I am listening to Opeth’s “Watershed” album, hence the odd title. But I feel like over the last few days with good friends and food, we found something in the back yard of the world that is a shed of happiness. Lilith has recovered from a head cold, we find ourselves at the peak of happiness (I’ve used that word a lot already), and in bliss when we walk outside.
Germany, I could never tire of you. And I feel as if you’ve garnered another fan in the process– Lilith. She thought I might have been hyping Germany a bit all these months, but she now sees what I was talking about.
And so, it has begun.
So, it is Tuesday. I am spending the day returning to Berlin so that I am within screaming distance of the airport. I will be leaving Friday morning at 9a for the airport. I have decided to give Berlin a second chance, now that I have become accustomed to Germany a bit more over the last few weeks. I feel that starting off in the city may not have been the right choice, as I have always been one for the country.
So, even though I managed to take the wrong train at the very end (despite looking at my route list several times), I got to Rothenburg. The weather had turned dim as I thought it would from the drive in, but the reward for this was blissful.
The bells are saying goodbye to me right now. I will be leaving here in a little over an hour, and this place has been absolutely wonderful. It had lived up to all of my expectations, and I felt absolute peace for the first time in… Well, I cannot honestly remember. All the other times I have escaped from where I live, I always felt like it was on a short leash. Here… The mountains rose up to say, “Don’t worry. We won’t let the world see you here. We are the curtain.”
My last night in Starnberg was rather memorable and fun. The friends that I had made there knew it would be my last, so I was invited out to the restaurant aside Hotel Seehof. In short, I was out to 5a, and was beginning to feel the effects of the free red wine I had. The restaurant owner was letting us have fun and be festive, on the house. I found out he was originally from Sicily, and came up here to start this business. His name is Roberto, and he was absolutely amazing.
Man, what an interesting day it was getting to Starnberg, mostly towards the end. But the journey was a nice one. Coming directly out of a hotel near the Ostbahnhof and only stopping for 15 minutes to get food, and then finally make it all the way to(and around) Starnberg was quite a feat.
So I am just posting low res for the time being, to save on upload duration. If I double post from one before, enjoy the picture twice! Click the entry to see them all.
As I dive deeper into Germany, the depth of the beauty increases as well. I did not bring extra batteries for my camera because I thought the TSA wouldn’t allow them. So my main digital camera is nixed for the moment, but I am getting pictures of the countryside on my phone. It is better than nothing, but when I arrive in Munich, that will be one of my first priorities. Pictures are not optional.
Sorry I have not updated this as much as I have wanted to. But, I did get some awesome pictures of Dresden. I have to say that this has been my favorite city thus far. I will do a quick upload of some here, and work on full resolution versions later. Click the entry for some pictures. More soon!
Remind me not to make use of metro systems in cities. I remember now that I cannot connect the dots between five different lines of transportation. But I purchased a day ticket so I could go anywhere. So I just walked my heart out. Overall I probably walked fifteen miles, and the rest was on the s Bahn and U Bahn.
So I went to bed at 10:30 pm local time. It is now 4:30a and I wonder why I am up. But I don’t think it matters. My body was in survival mode in the refreshingly cold weather. But regardless of finding out how the bus system works or calling a taxi and giving directions, I was in a state of wonder. I am here… And it is hard for me to believe.
I still don’t think that it has truly set in. I have just left Phoenix, and it is dark outside. I will be in London in a little under nine hours. This has all been said over the com and I am still waiting for the tv crew to pop out and say, “Just kidding.”
At the end of “The Truman Show,” the boat that he has taken has sailed into a wall. He had found the end of his world, and he realized that there was more beyond it. And as he left, he took a bow and said (essentially), “Thanks for watching.” And he walked out the door.
I have dealt with a similar wall that I have pounded against for 16 years. In dreams and in my waking moments, I often fear that Germany only existed in the pictures that I saw, the video that was shown to me, and through the people that said they were from there. It has felt fake, perhaps because I associate a lot of fiction with computers, the internet and television. Is my fear well placed? Maybe not. But that is what humanity is all about, is seeing if something is real, or if it is fake. And as I write this, the minutes tick away until I am taken to the airport and board the flight past this wall.
The voice of the wind carrying the mist that rumbles higher in the clouds. Many wish for the sun, or a clear night with which to study the stars.
It’s always hard to start these blogs out, when they talk about self reflection and where things will go from here. It becomes a bit of a task, taking that first step. But, I’ll discuss first what I am thinking about most prominently.
(Most photos taken by Sidney. Feel free to click on them and enlarge accordingly.)
So recently, Sidney and I decided to have a hike out in the woods. I had done some quick research and found pictures of an absolutely gorgeous lake called Bismarck Lake. As we were heading to Flagstaff, I decided to throw it out that we leave early and get some hiking out of the way before we settled in for the evening with friends at a house. The landscape was absolutely gorgeous.
In order to get to this trail, you head out on highway 180 northbound. You’ll come across Hart Prarie road, aka FR 151. You then proceed east on it for some time. FR 627 will be on your right. Take it to the end, and you come across Bismarck Lake trailhead.
As we started heading north on the highway out of Flagstaff, we encountered a nice thunderstorm. It helped remind us that we were definitely out of Phoenix and in the high country. We were amongst a few other cars heading into the weather, but the smell was amazing. The soaked ground, combined with the pine permeating the air, gave a great reminder of where I grew up and enjoyed being in. Soon enough, we came across the road (which I had to make an abrupt and bumpy stop for, as it was quite sudden).