It has always been a dream of mine to ride a horse, slowly galloping away into the sunset. But the fact is… I never got a chance. Neither to pursue my dream, nor fantasies. The last time I felt a horseback, I was in Darjeeling, some half-a-lifetime ago, under the scrutiny of my parents. And I vaguely remember (well, there are pictures to prove) that I cried the entire time. But then later in life, I happened to grow up with pets around me, and growing up as an animal lover, horses became my biggest fascination.
So while planning for my two-month backpacking trip through central and eastern Europe, in between March and May, earlier this year, I came across a host in Germany, on workaway.info who run a horse farm in the countryside of Germany, close to France and Luxembourg border. I got super excited and wrote to them immediately. Luckily, they said yes!
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So, after a week or 10 days of wandering around Zurich, Stuttgart and Frankfurt (and falling in major love with German Beer), I made my way to Ballhausens household in Mörz, near Koblenz, and their horse-farm, that was going to be my home for the next couple of weeks!
Mörz as a Town
Call Mörz a picturesque small town surrounded by breathtaking and lush scenery. With its many half-timbered medieval houses, which were, as I believe, less than 20 in number, Mörz turned out to be my highlight in Germany, and of course, the smallest German town I’ve ever experienced.
Sitting on top of the valley, the town appeared just as perfect every morning. The sun gave a perfect light across the horizon — a tinge of dawn, in orange and red and yellow.
As Germans love to call it “Ruhe”, you will find a found lots of it here. There were hardly any vehicles to be seen most of the day. And as the bubble of personal space is bigger in Germany than most other countries, a few neighbours that we had in Mörz were always busy minding their own business — few friends, good friends.
And hey did I tell that at least half a dozen houses in the town, out of the total 20, were older than 150 years ago? Including the one I was staying in — the Ballhauses’!
From My Own Flat To My Stable… And The Many Horse Riding Sessions In Between!
As a workaway-er, I had my own tiny flat and a lot of private space. From the flat to the big ancient house to the stable, and a shared open space in between, appeared to be following the German way of life — of looking nice, and everything being intact at its place. I found Germans having minor symptoms of some kind of cute OCD. The one that makes your house and everything inside and outside of it, look beautiful.
My job as a workaway-er was to look after the animals — which included chickens, horses and dogs. And my duties were of collecting eggs, looking after the horse-stable, and walking the dogs out (for some reasons I found that dogs in Entire Germany are super trained. They will never be on a leash and will not run up to you to be scratched or even act like you exist most of the time).
Among all the jobs, looking after the stable and cleaning it was the toughest deal. Every day I’d fill the hay racks for horses and let them load their massive bellies, only to let them fart and shit to the best of their ability throughout the day. Six horses, at the end of the day, would give me enough poop to stay busy cleaning it for at least 30 minutes every evening.
But looking after the horses and the stable came with many riding lessons. And thanks to Bob (the oldest, cutest, and the kindest of all horses) I picked up my few first German-style riding lessons pretty quickly.
An unbelievable work, however, that I never imagined myself Workaway-ing, was driving a digger and a tractor — on German streets. Though I can be acknowledged as a trained Indian driver, with efficiency level Standard Indian i.e 100 out of 100, trying such a thing in a place that perhaps has an overwhelming number of rules to follow, for an Indian, was a tough deal! But in the end, it was a great experience, that left me with some great pictures. The ones that kind of make you look cooler!
The Many Bike Rides
Germany is a country for cyclists. From the city to the countryside, bikers are often more abundant than cars. For a casual tourist, a bike tour is perhaps the perfect way to explore a hidden side of Germany that they can hardly see from a bus or train.
At Ballhausens, I had a couple of bikes for me at disposal. So I often pedaled my way into the nearby villages — a kind of thing that completes your countryside experience.
One of the best rides, however, was between the town of Münstermaifeld and the town of Mayen. The route, which took a couple of hours to complete on each side, ran me along the disused railway line between Münstermaifeld, Polch, Ochtendung and Mayen. Another highlight was a 40 metre-high natural stone viaduct which spans the Nette valley between Polch and Mayen, followed by two tunnels of 250 and 500 metres in length.
My First Impression Of Germans
One of the reasons why I wanted to workaway in Europe, and in Germany in particular, was to understand the Germany way of living — for Germans have always kept the world communities curious about their way of life. Germans are known for their discipline, a well-organised and a traditional way of life. And when a few days’ of tourist activity in Stuttgart and Frankfurt gave me no clear perspective about them as a community, I decided to stay with a local host. Workaway-ing seemed like a perfect plan.
My first impression for Germans can be summed up in two sentences. Germans are quality conscious, work-life balance conscious and health conscious. And they hate quick and dirty work.
If you’re into good food, I will definitely not recommend Germany, ever, because for Germany the staple diet is bread and meat. For them (and you will be expected to believe in that too) bread is everything. When you sit down at a business deal… coffee and bread. Want a bedtime snack? How about quark bread? Want to layer it? Go ahead. However, their liking for a good beer balances things out. And German’s eagerness to buy and offer you one makes it even better.
One thing that I particularly loved about Germany was their planned way of life. They love to plan things and plan more. This does not mean that they are not spontaneous. They just have an alternative plan for every possible scenario. This has to do with the fact that they are quite orderly as well. Germans try to keep everything clean and tidy. They like to structure their days well and schedule appointments exactly.
Their romantically fascinating and physics-defying houses are also worth talking about. Though I expected things to be nice and organised in cities like Frankfurt, towns like Mörz (and the many other I explored around it) amazed me. Each house in Germany would include decorations outside it, trees well cut and shaped. Well, to sum up… in Germany, public appearance matters!
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Have you ever tried workaway? Or WWOOF-ing? How was the experience?