AuthorNoah

On the steps of the palace Leaving the minute village of Einsbach the next morning, I wandered around the countryside outside Munich and Dachau for a good few hours. I likely took the least direct route possible, looping around the grassy meadows, slowly zeroing in on the centre of Munich. But the weather was good, and I was approaching the heart of Bavaria: I didn’t care. A rare selfie...

Arriving in my hostel in the late afternoon, I set down my bags and headed off into the city. Wandering around for a couple of hours, I found a bench in the centre of town, where I ate my supermarket supper. After a long call with a friend – as was my wont for these next few weeks – I set off back to my hostel. Returning to my dormitory, on the second floor of a block on the edge of the main...

Universitätsstadt In the city of Mainz, I reached the central station where I rendezvoused with Ryunosuke, my host for the night. Together, we caught a tram to the outskirts of the city where he lived. After unloading my gear in his room and a much-needed shower, we headed back into town to find some supper and to explore. As the night set in, we ducked into a traditional German Keller restaurant...

My time in Bad Godesberg was largely uneventful. What once was a small town with its own castle on a hill had since been subsumed by the urban expansion of Bonn. The sleeping arrangement that I had procured was certainly the most interesting part; I found myself making camp in a house in the middle of town, the walls of which were filled with Arabic writings and middle-eastern wall ornaments...

Düsseldorf Arriving in Düsseldorf, I cut through the centre of town to my accommodation for the next couple of nights. I was to stay in my first youth hostel! The hostel was impressively modern and sleek, with a plethora of communal areas and facilities. After quickly checking-in, I made my way through the lobby and to my dormitory. Through the entry door, there was a long corridor that turned...

Day 3 miles: 18 | cumulative: 28 The sun did not greet me the next morning. Far from it. My naïf dreaming had jinxed me; and for the first time I was forced to don my coat. Accompanied by my beanie and gloves, I set out once more through the old town of Kleve and back onto the cycle path, suspiciously eyeing the grey skies above. The road out of town followed a few miles of fields and then began...