Again I leave people with whom I’d connected with – Vincent and Sol in Prague. Apparently, Vincent was slapping me in my sleep, as I was snoring one of the nights. I didn’t feel it or know anything about it, nevertheless, the following day as he dozed off in the common room, I woke him with a slap to the face. Alas, it was time to move on from Prague, to Passau, a small town on the edge of Germany, to celebrate my birthday and take a train to my next workaway experience in Bavaria.
I guess I still desired familiarity as my birthday approached. Polly was en-route to my next workaway and it felt comforting to spend my birthday with someone I’d connected so strongly with.
I’d met Polly in Porto, both being in the same boat we hung out together.
And so I took a Flixbus to Passau, Bavaria, Germany.
Passau is an incredibly beautiful town bordering Germany and Austria, with an eight-hundred-year-old castle overlooking three rivers that flow into the bigger, Danube river.
There was a flood a few years ago, which caused devastation, and you can see markers on the walls where they measured the flooding heights.
Now though, everything is pretty much back to how it was before.
I rarely go to the gym, but on my birthday I felt like a good workout. So I headed to the gym on the morning of my 26th birthday.
Twenty-Sixth.
It only feels like last week I was writing about my 25th.
After the gym, we walked around town and chilled. We’d booked a table at an Indian Restaurant.
I’d been craving English foods, like a good Indian or Chinese.
I ordered my favorites, Tikka Massala and Saag Paneer, and although I was appreciative to eat something similar, it really didn’t compare to Indian restaurants in England.
I’m really looking forward to India, to see how the English curries differ from their origins.
But that’s the other end of 2020.
Polly had made me a German cake, called a molehill cake, consisting of chocolate and banana.
That was super considerate of her.
I only spent one more day in Passau. It was time to move onto the workaway in Bavaria.
I would be working with horses and although I was excited, I was also cautious after the previous workaway experience in Spain.
I was keen to work with animals and try to understand more about the spirit that connects all living things.
I was also interested in working with the animal that had transported humans around for thousands of years.
When I was travelling from Barcelona to Munich I saw two fighter jets fly incredibly low past the bus window and although they are designed to cause mass destruction, I smiled. I smiled because of the engineering intelligence that humans possess.
I wish to find the middle ground between a connection with the ether and human brilliance.
Most people I discover are uneven on the scales of nature and mankind’s madness.
I’m writing this post from Slovakia, on the 13th January 2020. I don’t feel anywhere near that equilibrium yet. I do, however, feel I made progress on the farm and my time since then…
…those experiences are yet to be written.
Thank you for reading my journey thus far.
