So, it’s now two weeks into our little sojourn at Donkey HQ and we have well and truly settled into the rhythm of life here. Aside from the morning and evening feeding, grooming and mucking out of the donkeys we’ve had an interesting and varied week.
We celebrated Kerstin’s birthday last Sunday with a cycle into town for some lunch followed in the evening by some ouzo we’d brought back from Greece last year and Kerstin’s homemade quince crumble with a carton of Ambrosia custard we’d had kicking about in the van for several months.
The following day we took a walk up to see how the vacation donkeys were getting on with their temporary families. Flor and Luna were saddled up to take the young children for a spin around the outside of the enclosure.
Not wanting to be left out the other donkeys followed us along the inside of the fence. All was going well until Olivia decided to vault the fence to join us. If there is going to be any trouble you could put money on Olivia being in the centre of it. She’s a bit flighty and none too bright. She’s intellectually challenged shall we say and always acts before putting her very modest little brain into gear. After untangling her from the fence she joined our little party looking very pleased with herself indeed. She raced up and down, backwards and forwards like a dog.
If donkey show jumping was ‘a thing’ in Portugal then Sofia should sign Olivia up.
All of Sofia’s donkeys are a range of ages but she has four (Romano, Jeko, Mokka and Margarida) who are known collectively as ‘the oldies’. From time to time as a change of scene for them we can take two or three of them down to a large area of grazing in the valley a twenty minute walk away. I call it Donkey Day Care.
It also gives Romano a break from Mimi. Mimi is like an annoying younger sister to Romano. She follows him everywhere and she hee-haws if she is separated from him.
She has been here for over a year but the other donkeys can be mean to her so she sticks like glue to Romano as he is the only one who seems to have any time for her. Mimi is rapidly becoming one of my favourites. She’s super friendly but with a really cheeky naughty streak. I’m pretty sure it was Mimi who dragged my jacket off the side and trailed it around the floor of the stable last week.
It’s also been a musical week this week. Tim was invited to play with a friend of Sofia’s who has a small group and who had been booked to play at the Christmas Market in Aljezur at the end of the week.
And we were invited to a choir practice. Now I’m no singer but thought I’d give it a go. Tim came along as well. It was all very civilised with wine and nibbles on arrival. On hindsight we could see why the wine was a necessary part of the evening. Making numerous bizarre animal noises all featured as part of the warm up exercises. Had it been a team building event in a work situation Tim and I would have been heading straight for the door whilst muttering several expletives. The wine did the trick though and we barked, mooed, meowed and oinked along with everybody else as if it was a perfectly natural thing to do. We were even disappointed that the next practice won’t be until the New Year.
Since meeting the inspiring Colfer family a few weeks ago and reacquainting myself with wild swimming I’m going for a dip whenever I can. There’s a small lake a five minute walk away in the valley where I have braved the cold water most days. It’s cold enough to give me ‘ice-cream neck’ (the same as ice-cream head but there’s no way I’m going to put my head under as well).
On our day off we took a trip on the bikes to Amoreira beach.
We had the whole beach to ourselves so I didn’t feel too stupid trying out some yoga before a swim in the estuary.
The yoga and the swim was followed by guilt free toasted sandwiches and chips at a cafe in Aljezur.
More music ensued on Thursday with a lunch for all the people who live locally and have helped with the donkeys this year. It was like a garden party in the sunshine but without the dressing up bit.
Then the finale of the week was the Christmas Market in Aljezur. Our friends Di and Chris who are doing a multiple month trip of France, Spain and Portugal arrived this week and we met them at the market for a catch up over a mug of Gluhwein.
Our lazy days trundling through Brittany came to an end a couple of weeks ago as we were booked in for our 8th Helpx in the Poitou-Charente region of France. This was a return visit to a Ralph and Sue who have 10-12 acres of land, a horse, two donkeys and two pigs to look after as well as running a small kennels and cattery. We last visited over two years ago and we were looking forward to going back to a familiar area and getting stuck in to a bit of physical work after an idle couple of weeks. The pounds had been piling on and we were in need of shifting them. Sue had also booked Tim in to play at two bars during our two week stay which he was also really looking forward to.
After getting acquainted once again with our hosts and what was expected of us we set to work. The main areas of work they needed help with were clearing some areas of two of the fields which have become overgrown with bramble and bracken, moving about a thousand roof tiles to another property a few miles away and general tidying up in the garden behind the house. They’d also had a number of trees felled a while ago which needed cutting up into smaller manageable chunks to be used for firewood. The only problem was that they were all buried under overgrown bracken which needed to be cleared first before we could get to them.
We worked our way through the roof tiles in the mornings and cleared a bit of land in the fields for an hour or two in the afternoon. The weather couldn’t have been better with clear sunny skies and temperatures in the low twenties.
By the fourth day the tiles had all been moved so we made a start on the felled trees. Things were going reasonably well with Tim and I using the petrol hedge trimmer to cut the bracken and raking it all out of the way of the trees whilst Ralph used the chainsaw to cut up the wood. So far so good. But then the pig’s got a bit too close for comfort.
We met the pigs on our last visit when they were but tiny wee things. They were bought not to be eaten but to act as eco friendly lawnmowers for the bracken that was getting out of hand on the land. Their job would be to trample the bracken, eat the young fronds and plough up the land making it difficult for the bracken to flourish. Unfortunately it seems that the pigs have trampled, rotovated, ploughed and eaten everything else but the bracken so they haven’t really fulfilled their job.
Once they got bigger and outgrew their small enclosure they were given free access to two very large fields. The two very large fields we happened to be working in. Oh, they have had a whale of a time making it their own. Numerous pig pits and dens have appeared where they like to sleep and the ground has been trampled and turned over by their two snouts They are friendly beasts and being the nosey creatures that they are couldn’t help but stick their snouts into what was going on.
By the fourth day of us clearing various areas they seemed a bit put out that: a) they’d been woken up early by the buzzing of a chainsaw and a hedge trimmer and b) that people were muscling in on their space. I mean it’s not like they only have a small area to call their own as they are free to roam across ten acres of land and with all that space you’d think they’d be a bit more charitable with letting us work in a small area for couple of hours or so to cut down some bracken and chop up and clear a few logs but no they were having none of it. The pig’s said ‘NON’ with a capital ‘N’ and believe me it’s a bit disconcerting when a 200kg mardy pig comes up behind you whilst you’re trying to work with power tools. It was an accident waiting to happen so in the end the pigs stopped play. That particular job will have to wait for another day when they are in a more cooperative mood. Like when they are in the freezer. Alas, after two and a half years of a charmed life they have now become a liability. After a recent spate of escapes by them the necessary decision has been made that they have to go and it’s going to be a one way trip. They are, in the next couple of weeks, destined for the freezer.
So with the field work put on hold until after the pigs have departed we spent a few days instead tackling the overgrown bramble in two areas of the garden at the back of the house.
Working outside clearing land (hard work though it is) under sunny skies is one of the things we have most enjoyed about our new life but it does come with a caveat. We wouldn’t want to have the responsibility of owning and caring for any land ourselves. Looking after land takes a lot of work and it’s not for the faint hearted. There is always something to do and it just keeps on growing (why not state the obvious Jane). Returning here after more than a two year gap just reinforced that for us. Like all these things we like the idea of living something like the ‘Good Life’ but the reality is a different story.
After a couple of weeks of clearing land we are more than happy to down tools and say ‘Au revoir’ to it all.
We are over twenty one months into our life changing decision to give up our jobs, rent out our house and travel around Europe in our motorhome. It may seem a bit odd to be writing a blog post about our reflections at this stage in our journey as twenty one months isn’t one of those milestone figures. Six months, twelve months, eighteen months, two years, five years, yes. Twenty one months, well, no. The truth is that I had planned to do updates every six months or so but I simply didn’t get around to it. Better late than never as they say. So, I thought I’d give you those reflections today. Just because.
Twenty one and a bit months is a long time and yet it seems that it has passed by in no time at all. Time seems to speed up as we get older making me realise that we only have just the one chance at life. Over the last few years during what I like to call as my ‘mid life crisis phase’ I’ve read several books on such things as mindfulness, simplicity, happiness and the like. My twenty or even thirty something self would have scoffed at such a reading choice but as I’ve got older and (hopefully) wiser it’s dawned on me that life is short and we need to try to make the most of it. I read Gretchin Rubin’s book ‘The Happiness Project’ late last year (downloaded from the library when I wasn’t even in the UK…just another bonus of living in the digital age) and a quote that she uses over and over ad nauseum, but which is so true is ‘The days are long, but the years are short’. Life passes you by if you let it. We are trying to not let that happen.
Living in and travelling in a small space no bigger than a single garage with one’s spouse would maybe seem like hell on wheels to some but we muddle along just fine. We’ve had a lot of time to perfect our routines now and can go through them practically blindfolded without getting in each others way. It also helps that we are both a bit slimmer now and find it somewhat easier to squeeze through small gaps! In terms of the stuff we carry in the van I think we’ve probably got it about right now after our final purge of clothes, shoes and bits and bobs almost a year ago. Everything has its own place and can be got at without too much rummaging. On the who does what front I have my jobs and Tim has his. It’s best to keep it that way. When we don’t stick to our allotted tasks the outcome is never a good one. Twice recently we have driven off leaving the water cap behind after I have replenished the van with fresh water. It’s not normally my job so how can I be expected to remember something difficult like that? Equally, I’ve learnt that watching Tim struggle to change the duvet cover is really not good for my mental health. Repressing the urge to snatch it off him saying ‘oh just give it to me’ is just too much. Getting into bed with the innards of the duvet scrunched up and doubled over and not reaching each corner of the cover can make me feel a bit, well, murderous. Therefore, even though our jobs are a bit genderist (is that a word?) we know what we are good at and we generally stick to that.
We’ve truly settled in now to a life on the road and enjoy the freedom of having no rigid plans. Occasionally we think it might be nice to be back in a house with more room to stretch out a bit, be a part of a community and see friends and family more but the financial benefits of renting our house out far outweigh those feelings at the moment. Maybe in time we’ll feel differently but we’ve no plans, as yet, to return to a more conventional life.
When we left the UK again to start our second year of travels I did feel a bit overwhelmed and unsettled for a while. For our second year we’d planned to travel further and all the countries were new to us. I just didn’t know where to start in planning a route. After struggling for several weeks to get to grips with it all I decided to change my mindset. I told myself to just deal with where we’d go the following day and leave it at that. That change of mindset has definitely made a big difference. It’s got us as far as Greece anyway. My little brain can’t cope with too much information at once so I try not to over stress it!
The minor niggles we’ve had with the van such as the recent demise of our water pump have been just that, minor niggles which, although inconvenient, aren’t enough to send us into a downward spiral of ‘woe is me’. Tim, if he’s honest, has quite enjoyed flexing his practical skills from time to time and has felt satisfied at tackling repair jobs that we would have previously left to a garage to sort out. Fortunately we haven’t had anything fail that has needed us to leave the van with a repairer for more than one day thus we haven’t, as yet, faced the dilemma of ‘where do we live’ whilst it’s sorted out. Oh we know that will happen at some point but we’ll no doubt find a solution if we need to. We have, though, spent more in repairs in the last two years than I think we had in the first six years that we owned the van. Living in it all the time does take its toll and it has come as no surprise to us that certain things are at about their life span and will fail at some point. Modern appliances and gadgets just aren’t made to last in this day and age. The one thing that has been fine has been the fridge which seems to be the bane of the motorhomers life if speaking to other people is anything to go by. Of course the fridge will be on death row tomorrow after having now written that.
Nothing much has changed on the internet side of things. At the six month stage in our travels we’d (that’ll be me) just about learned to live without unlimited internet access………..and I’m still learning. We still generally try to find wifi when we can but we have relaxed a bit on using our mifi in the van and now that we are able to buy data cards loaded with up to 12G of data that are valid for twelve months it has made life a bit easier. I still update the blog using wifi as my pictures take up so much data (I am compressing them now via Google, which also takes up lots of data, as they were taking up way too much space on the blog too). In terms of getting a signal on our mifi the only times it has let us down has been when we really needed it! Like when I hadn’t written down the address of a Helpx we were going to and on the morning we were due to arrive there we had no signal so weren’t able to look it up and ended up driving around for an hour or so trying to get a signal. Something we could have done without but if I’d been a little more organised and written it down in advance it wouldn’t have been a problem. Note to self: the internet is an excellent tool but don’t completely rely on it.
We’ve done seven weeks on two different Helpx’s this year, both in Germany – one a Dairy Farm and the other an Alpaca Farm. The two experiences were very different and we enjoyed them both. Having the opportunity to learn about and work with different people and animals has been one of the highlights of our travels. It’s fair to say though that volunteering in this way doesn’t come without some frustrations. The two Helpx’s we did this year we found a little trying at times mainly because we didn’t have the autonomy we would have liked and the number of hours we worked did push the boundaries of the ethos of what Helpx is all about. Every opportunity we have done has been different though and it hasn’t put us off doing some more in the future but we’ll just try to be a little clearer with our hosts about expected working hours when we apply.
One thing I haven’t mentioned on the blog so far is whether either of us has missed conventional work. The answer to that question for both of us would be ‘NO’. Tim has settled into this early retirement thing with aplomb and doesn’t miss his previous job and doesn’t think about it at all. In his words ‘not one bit’. I haven’t missed working for an employer at all but do sometimes think about what my purpose in life is and feel a little guilty about bumming around Europe with no set plans. I’ve learnt to deal with it though! We are never bored and it never ceases to astonish us that time just seems to vanish when living a life on the move. We try to get into a good routine balancing our time between reading, our own projects, exercise, sightseeing and general everyday stuff like laundry, shopping and driving. When on an extended tour like this sightseeing everyday quickly becomes a going through the motions affair and isn’t sustainable. Less is more as they say.
I do find it a constant battle trying to live in the moment and try to stop myself thinking too far into the future. I’ve said it before that the truth is we just don’t know what our future is going to look like and I’ve found that constantly thinking about it detracts from what we are doing in the here and now. But it’s a hard habit to break as that has been my default thought process for such a long time. I mean, all we need to do really is check in with each other every so often on whether we are still content to continue this vagabond life and whether either of us has had some revelation about what they want in the future. Surely that can’t be too hard? We are fortunate and grateful that we do have choices though. I really need to get over myself, lighten up and enjoy the present moment more. It’s a work in progress! Tim doesn’t seem to have any problems living in the present which is probably why he is a happy bunny 99.9% of the time.
The other thing that has changed since the last time I reflected on our travels is that we no longer have our stuff stored in a container. When we left on our journey in April 2016 we’d held onto a large part of our possessions. Even though in the run up to our departure we’d purged more than half of them we still had a container full of stuff. On returning to the UK in April 2017 we made the decision to give it all away to a charity so we no longer had the associated costs of storing it all. It wasn’t the easiest decision we’ve made and I did spend time afterwards wondering if we’d made the right decision. For a time, I felt like the security rug had been whipped out from under me. I felt, oh I don’t know, like I’d lost my connection to a home if that makes any sense. That feeling has worn off and I feel differently about it now. We have a clean slate without the mental drag of our stuff getting in the way of what decisions we make in the future. If we decide to move back into a house then we are completely free to start afresh. If we don’t then we no longer have to think about our stuff. One thing is for sure though we definitely won’t be accumulating as much stuff again.
Part of our decision to do this trip now, instead of waiting until we got to a traditional retirement age, was that we both still have the physical capacity to do the things we enjoy like walking and cycling. And that is something that will change as we get older. Another ten years sat behind a desk wasn’t going to improve our physical abilities. After nearly two years away from an office environment we feel that way more than ever. We are far more content, far more active and far more in control of our own destination (pun intended). Obviously living this kind of lifestyle isn’t all hunky dory all of the time but then neither is life no matter what your status, financial position, family situation etc etc. Things will go wrong or not quite as expected and acknowledging that makes it easier to deal with when it does happen.
To wrap up this rather rambling blog post then our travels so far have exceeded our expectations and we are thankful that we have had the opportunity to take the plunge to try a different kind of life at this stage in our lives.
So, it’s been alpaca mania for the last three weeks with all forty two of them keeping us busy and entertained. Making sure the alpaca family has enough pasture to sustain them is always a constant headache for Georg and Silke our hosts. With increasing numbers year on year they are always on the look out for new fields. Five alpacas will generally need at least an acre between them depending on the quality of the pasture.
The four Lindforst Alpaca groups are currently rotated round eleven different pastures of varying sizes I think but with the extra little ones born this year they are in need of more.
Georg breathed a sigh of relief after he had managed to secure a huge area of land owned by the church, with the bonus of a barn, which could be split into two different areas. The plan was to move Sancho and his girls to the new area. Excellent. Slight problem though, it all needed to be fenced. Aaaargh. It was a bit of a beast of a job. Old fence needed to be taken out and areas cleared and strimmed and the barn needed a good clean. It took Tim and Georg over a week of furious work to complete the first area.
Then it was just a case of moving Sancho and his nineteen girls to their new home………………..in the car……………………four or five at a time…………………trying to match up the right cria with the right mother (not easy)…………..with a few escaping (just as well they have a strong herding instinct)…………..much alpaca humming…………..and spitting………..oh yes………green spitting. To be fair there was just one culprit doing the spitting, Philly. Apparently she’s always like it. Aymeric (French helper) suffered the worst of it. Just as well he wears glasses. I’m sure that green spit must burn one’s eyeballs! Fortunately, once she was in the car she was like a little lamb and more interested in what was outside the window than with us. It took three of us three hours to get the whole family moved and I’m not sure who was more relieved when it was done, us or the alpacas.
Three days later they escaped! An early morning phonecall from a local farmer notified Georg that seventeen alpacas were loose. After safely rounding up the seventeen escapees we found three were still in the field. One had her head and leg stuck in the fence. She must have thrashed about a bit trying to free herself causing a big gap in the fence for the others to make their escape. Livestock, they do keep you on your toes. Since starting this Helpx lark we have rounded up pigs in France, donkeys in Portugal and cows and alpacas in Germany.
With the fence repaired and Sancho and his girls safely back behind it the second area needed to be fenced. Fortunately for Tim two new helpers, Geuwen and Elyes, who had arrived the day before, were earmarked for that job. We now know why farmers end up with hands the size of shovels as after several days of banging in fence posts and the like Tim’s hands were twice their normal size. He was glad to have a break from it and busied himself instead with fixing things. He had quite the little outside workshop set up.
Over the last few weeks he’s pottered about happy as larry tinkering with things. Silke did comment that it was the first time they’d had a helper who was able to fix things. She said they normally break everything!
It’s been a lot of work here though with a thousand and one things to do. The animals alone (ducks, geese, chickens, alpacas and dogs) take two people four to five hours of work a day sorting out their food, clearing the pens and pastures, topping up their water, replenishing their hay and driving to where they are. Our time here has been full on with other tasks thrown into the mix beyond animal care and fencing (painting, strimming, clearing, weeding, digging, fixing, watering, cleaning, tidying, pruning, harvesting). Then after lunch more of the same!!
We’ve enjoyed all the tasks we’ve done though and I have especially loved looking after the alpacas, spending time with them everyday observing how they behave and enjoying their antics.
Their fleeces are used to make socks, hats and duvets (alpaca fleece is not greasy like down so they are suitable for people with allergies) which our hosts sell at events, shows and on the internet.
Our time here, though, has come to an end and we are looking forward to pastures and countries new. Thank you to Georg and Silke for hosting us and to all the other helpers who have been here at various times throughout our stay. Our plan now is to leave Germany via Passau and go on into the Czech Republic. From there we’ll travel through Slovakia, Hungary and Slovenia to reach Croatia but, once again, time is running away with us and we need to get a move on if we are to chase the sun.
Munich’s Oktoberfest is not only Bavaria’s biggest festival but it is by far and away the largest and most well known annual festival in Germany which attracts over six million visitors every year from near and far. We will have moved on and left Germany way before October and, if I’m honest, Oktoberfest is probably a bit too big for our liking. Whilst at Alpaca HQ, though, Georg and Silke (our hosts) took us to the opening evening of the Volksfest in nearby Straubing, the second largest festival in Bavaria behind Oktoberfest.
The Volksfest is a big deal in these here parts. Lots of businesses close down for the whole of the festival and many local people take the week off work so they can go to ‘Volksfest’ everyday. So, yes, a big deal for the local people. It’s open for ten days and practically everyone dresses in their traditional outfits to enjoy a good old knees up Bavarian style. We were definitely the odd ones out in our ‘normal’ clothes.
It kicked off on the Friday evening with the ‘Volsfestauszug’. Over 3000 participants, dressed up in over eighty different national costumes, paraded through the streets of Straubing with horse-drawn carriages, oxen, classic tractors and cars, dance and music groups.
After the parade everyone wandered down to the festival site set on the banks of the Danube for an evening of beer, fairground rides, beer, traditional Bavarian music, beer, traditional Bavarian food, beer, amusement activities, beer, singing, beer, storytelling, beer and, um, more beer.
We got talking to a German couple who told us that many people will spend at least a month’s wages at the volksfest every year. That’s not surprising as the beer was €9.30 per litre and the food is pretty expensive too but, as there is no entry fee for the volksfest, we were happy to pay it.
They also told us that the marquee that we were in was the ‘civilised’ one where the food was really good and the music was more traditional. Looking around most of the occupants were over 50+ so we were in good company.
Later we wandered around some of the other marquees which were definitely more rowdy but good fun and what we imagined a traditional Bavarian festival to be like.
So, if you are looking to experience a traditional Bavarian festival and something more low key than Oktoberfest then we can thoroughly recommend the Straubing Volksfest.
I can count on one finger the number of times that I have got out of bed on a Sunday morning to be greeted by a shiny new baby alpaca (cria) complete with the wrapping paper still attached.
Meet the latest new addition to the Lindforst Alpaca Team. Expected since April, this baby has been a long time coming. The baby was to be called Mañana if it had been a girl but as it was a boy he has been named Mañano.
So with Mañano now the last cria to be expected this year I think he takes the team up to a total of forty two Alpacas.
They are kept in four different groups. We have Sancho and his seventeen girls. Herbert and his five girls. A group of six girls. And my personal favourites ‘the boys’, eight young boys and four castrated boys.
It’s a full time job looking after them all but a thoroughly enjoyable full time job. We’ve learnt so much about them in the week we have been here observing how they interact with one another.
They are endearing, curious, gentle herding animals with a wonderful communication system and such a super soft fleece. Being herding animals they are in constant communication with each other. They really are very vocal in a quiet sort of way. They hum, cluck, spit and snort at each other for varying different reasons. It’s hard to explain what the hum sounds like so if you are interested you can hear it here on this YouTube clip.
For me, I find it very calming listening to the quiet background humming of the Alpacas. The humming, though, is generally associated with the alpaca feeling curious, distressed, anxious, bored, too hot, too cold, nervous or stressed. Whilst we are working amongst them feeding, watering and clearing their poop up they are constantly humming to each other. I guess they are alert and wary to our presence.
Herbert and Sancho need to be tethered as we go about our daily chores as they can become aggressive protecting their herd. Even though I’ve been told that Alpacas are easy animals to care for they are a little bit needy and fragile. For example, they don’t really show any signs of illness until they have all four legs in the air so owners need to be constantly vigilant about any subtle changes in behaviour of their animals. And that poop picking. Oh yes, it needs to be done. Every. Single. Day. Cleaning up after them helps control parasites and worm related health problems.
The alpacas will generally ‘go’ en masse in the same two or three areas of their pasture which does make it a little easier to pick up but you’ll always find several ‘rogue’ piles around and about too. Not to go into too much detail here about the size and consistency of Alpaca poop but it’s a bit like rabbit droppings or chocolate coated raisins and it needs to be raked out of the grass. Yup, every last drop. Or as near to it as you can get.
But enough about the poop. A question often asked is ‘do they spit?’ Well, yes they do spit. And at point blank range. But not often. I wised up pretty quickly on their body language and why and when they are about to spit after being pebble dashed from a spitting Alpaca with a mouthful of food.
They have several different types of spitting technique too. We have the ‘dry spit’ which is just fresh air. As already mentioned, we have the ‘food spit’ and finally we have the ‘get away from me I am very angry spit’ or otherwise known as ‘the green spit’. Now this one is really not one you want to be on the receiving end of. This one is serious and contains regurgitated stomach contents. And boy does it smell. I’ve seen two alpacas having a spat, or should I say spit, and the smell is horrendous. They’ll spit at each other as a warning to stay away or at displeasure to another’s behaviour.
It is lovely to just watch and observe them seing how they interact and care for each other. When the new cria was born the whole herd gathered around the Mum and baby to have a good sniff and to help protect them. So sweet 🙂
All good things come to an end. That includes the weather. Our recent run of scorching weather came to an abrupt halt sometime last week. Don’t ask me which day it was as I never know what day it is now. Whatever, the rain came. The tranquil scenes along the Danube went from this…….
…..and we were van bound for a few days. Did we get out on that nice easy scenic cycle? Nope. Did we do any amazingly scenic walks? Nope. Did we see any interesting sights? Nope. Well, maybe a few.
With plenty of time on our hands the wonders of the internet are always welcome to keep us busy with all our little projects that get our undivided attention when rain stops play. Queue the Rewe supermarket chain.
We’d discovered their supermarkets have free wifi. And, joy of joys, it reaches the van in the carpark. Excellent. The excitement, chez Ollie, was palpable! We wiled away a happy few hours a day at the Rewe supermarket carpark surfing and downloading to our hearts content. Ah, but not just the same carpark everyday. Oh no. To keep it all fresh and exciting we went to a different Rewe supermarket in a different town each day. Yep, we sure know how to live. To pay Rewe back for their hospitality and lovely superfast free wifi we did do our daily shop there. It’s a win-win.
But with the scorching hot weather now restored let’s cut to the chase on what we are up to now. We arrived a few days ago at our latest Helpx assignment deep in eastern Bavaria. Oh, this is a bucket list item this one. Well, it is for me. We’ve gone from Donkey HQ to Dairy HQ and we are now at Alpaca HQ! When first discovering what Helpx , Workaway, and Wwoofing was all about a few years ago, Donkeys and Alpacas were right up there on my list of ‘fun’ animals to get up close and personal with so to speak. They had to feature during our travels. So here we are with the Lindforst Alpaca Team. I think there are about thirty seven of them but over the coming weeks we’ll get to know them better and learn all about caring for them.
So, without further ado, I’ll introduce you to the ‘Lindforst Alpaca Team’.
In the coming weeks you’ll get to meet more of them.