TRAVELLING: It leaves you speachless, then it turns you into a story teller…
~ Ibn Battuta ~
21st of September 2016 – Day 20
Dear Diary …
Now I know what a traveller’s road is for,
The purpose of a story, as an adventure to be experienced, is meant for.
Today I remembered to look through my inner child’s eyes once more,
all excited and in awe,
Reliving the memory of stories I was once told,
Of paths so old … mountains high constantly covered by frost and snow,
thick haunted forests, rivers whispering legends of lost pirate ships and gold,
Now they are stories for summer starry nights while baking corn,
And as their secrets are carried down to the sea,
meeting dragon lakes, hunters and wolves, wooden cabinds,
who know’s what will be?
All now taking shape … like a dream, coming back to me,
What is real and what is not, who can tell me once more
what as a fairy tale, I was once upon a time… told?”
CYCLING FICHTELBERG MOUNTAIN …
Although we were still emotionally recovering from having our external hard drive burnt the previous day, this morning seemed promising.
I was feeling stronger, and all those days I had left behind me cycling so many kilometres had prepared me for the steep climb coming our way, that would get steeper and steeper as we were approaching Bischofsgrun …
Therefore we had to we had to push our bikes uphill, and walk quite a lot, having my knee giving me a bit of a trouble since we had no proper rest so far. But overcoming this part made me feel so charged and powerful, but most of all: inspired.
Despite the difficulties, the uphill cycling path towards Bischofsgrun was one of the most enjoyable moments of the day for sure, following one of the Main’s parent – branch, Weisser Main (The white Main) up to it’s source : Fichtelberg Mountain.
With Weisser main as our companion running beneath our wheels wild, finding it’s way through stones, weirdly shaped rocks and thick nature, thriving through his snake – looking stream to meet his better half, the Red Main.
This surrounding once again could proudly prove the amazing ways nature has to show her glorious beauty when left alone, away from busy highways, industrial noise and cities…
FICHTELSEE LAKE HOUSE
I think that climb took the best of me though, so I was totally exhausted when we could see the first houses of Bischofsgrun village.
A proper lunch-stop needed to be done, and those noodles and eggs seemed the tastiest food ever!
By the time we had finished and we were preparing our coffee (favourite travelling ritual), a woman igger to find out our destination approached us. Suprised with our ambitious plan, she was searching encouraging words in english and gave us pretty nice tips, advicing us to stop by fichtelsee, to check out the wooden house by the lake, must-see view, before cycling all the way up towards the top of the mountain, crossing the ski – resort’s course also, enjoying an amazing view 🙂
After the lake our cycling path was leading us strictly through the thick woods, cycling off- road and uphill for more than 2 hours in nature around Fichtelberg mountain. I dare to say that this was the most exceptional and the best part of our total route so far … absolutely stunning!
Somewhere there … all carried away by the beauty of this place, and not paying so much attention to the path signs we lost our way!
THE GOOD WOLF
And just as Little Red Riding Hood entered the wood, a wolf met her. Red Riding Hood did not know what a wicked creature people said he was, and she was not at all afraid of him…
‘Good day, Little Red Riding Hood,’ said he.
‘Thank you kindly, wolf.’
‘Whither away so early, Little Red Riding Hood?’
‘To my grandmother’s wooden cabin.’
‘What have you got in your apron?’
‘Map and a compass; but it seems that I am lost.
We were so glad that right on this point, a sporty guy around his fourties, appeared from the bushes riding his mountain bike, and saw us wondering around searching for a sign leading us to find the correct direction out of there …
Alex, then suggested to cycle with us and lead us out through the forest and back on tracks, sharing a few kilometres with us exchanging a nice conversation, being very pleased to help us out.
When we finally found our sign to Wunsiedel he waved goodbye, and rode his bike towards a different direction, disappearing again through the bushes and the thick forest just as when we met him.
GRANDMA’S WOODEN CABIN…
‘Where is the wooden cabin you seek for?, Little Red Riding Hood?’
‘A good quarter of a league farther on in the wood; her house stands on a hill under the three large oak-trees, the nut-trees are just below; you surely must know it,’ replied Little Red Riding Hood…
Leaving the woods of Fichtelberg, the evening found us in Wunsiedel with the same question in our heads … where are we gonna spend the night?
We asked a lady passing by with her bicycle, that tried in very very broken English to direct us to a ”youth-center-hostel-something”, a really really long german word, that we would not even remember after a few seconds, we kinda lost our hope to find it in the night.
Meanwhile an old guy that heard the conversation approached our bikes. He spoke no word in English, but was really keen on helping us. He started ringing a few door bells in the neighbourhood to explain our situation and find someone to help us find the place we were looking for. When a couple opened their door, the instantly offered to make a call and find out if there would be any space still available …
The hostel would close in just 5 minutes and it was located on the very top of the city’s hill so Emanuela, rushed to grab the keys and told me : ”Get in the car! I will take you there to make the arrangements! Spyros can stay here with my husband and bikes!”
So we did … and in 5 minutes we were driving up jugendherberge‘s steep uphill road!
It took me off – guard that the place with full of kids, running around, loud and cheerful! Definitely not the typical hostel you expect to see …
It turned out that jugendherberge, or Youth Hostelling International in Wunsiedel is a club offering free stay to schools and young people that are members, so the stay for the two of us would be quite an expensive one.
But when the receptionist understood we are cyclists, travelling on a very low bugdet offered us a free stay outside, in one of their two wooden tipi’s located in their garden, huge enough to set the inside of the tent, both of our bicycles and all the gear, and spend the night there. In addition she invited us to have breakfast and use the youth center’s facilities to have our showers for free… that was just the perfect ending to our tiring day! Felt like a little victory 🙂
Emanuela drove me back, took our bicycles and did the last push – and – walk up the hill! We had made it …
THE BAD WOLF
” dear diary …
Either alone, or with company … nobody wants to get lost in the woods and spend the night in the ”creepy forest” … cause we have all learnt to expect the worse lurking to ruin the ending of our perfect story. We end up trusting less, suspect ing more, losing our faith in people and their intensions … we learn to seek for the shadows that will take our light away… but sometimes we have to let the wolf lead us through the dark paths of the forest and show us the way. Maybe the wolf is just … misunderstood.
It is amazing that fear of people that you cross path with sometimes can beone of the strongest, while travelling. Can I trust this person to show me the way in this place out in the woods? Can I trust that person that just invited me to spend the night indoors in their house? It’s good to learn the dangers and concequences of putting our trust to people slightly while growing up, but sometimes those fears can chase us long enough throughout our lives and might even alter us and take away our own good intensions, even towards our ownselves. We become more closed and speptical, we give less while looking to see what we’ll get in return instead of doing things for our heart’s sake.We become attached to fake ”safety nets” occupying our minds with whatever makes us feel … better and we turn our heads away to our inner wisdom and intuition.
While travelling I met a few ”bad wolves” but none as bad as the one each of us have inside… our own ghosts, inner dark forests and howling ego we are afraid to face every day, cause no one wants to be left there alone… ”
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