A Salzburg Story
Oktoberfest was over and I had very little itinerary planned. I agreed to accompany Lucie to Salzburg. And… Salzburg delivered again.
a glimpse into my monumental tales
Oktoberfest was over and I had very little itinerary planned. I agreed to accompany Lucie to Salzburg. And… Salzburg delivered again.
I’d left the farm, met new friends in Madrid, reminisced with old friends in Barcelona and now I endured the twenty-two-hour coach trip to Oktoberfest, Munich, Germany. A trip that almost killed me… but it was completely worth it…
Feeling down about my experience on the farm, and sensing a fever coming on, I was really alone on the evening before I left the farm. Oktoberfest felt like a long shot. I had sought council with my good friend Jonah back home, but the decision on the next path was mine alone to decide.
My adventures in Portugal were exciting, but unfortunately, it was time to move on. Before I left the UK, I had arranged some work on a farm in Galicia, Spain, through workaway. I’ve worked with computers almost my entire working life, so as you can imagine, a farm with limited internet and electricity is on …
My plan to travel around the northern coast of Spain to reach Ourense didn’t actually seem so practical once I was there. In hindsight, I probably could have hitchhiked quite easily, but I wasn’t so confident about hitchhiking then. So I had to find another route to this distant, isolated farm… I made for Portugal.
Wednesday 18th September. I woke up early with the intent to complete a hike. I was given the idea by an American couple from Seattle the evening before.And so I awoke, made myself some chocolate spread on toast and re-read the blog posts to plan the journey… to San Juan de Gaztelugatxe, AKA. Dragonstone. George …
I’m currently in Bilbao, Spain. Before traveling to Bilbao, I found myself “waiting” for my work on the farm to begin in Ourense. I was spending way too much money in Madrid just to see the same city every day, so I decided to take a quick trip north, to the Basque city of Bilbao …
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I’ve had bare minimum sleep. I’m late for work and I’m stuck on a train, in a tunnel. Disgustingly hot and sweaty. Pressed up against a stranger. What a Monday morning. What’s worse is I know this is all bullshit. I received an update from my trainline at 00:02 explaining there are signalling issues for …