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 February, 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. I got super excited and wrote to them immediately. Luckily, they said yes!
So, after a week or 10 days of wandering around in 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 were 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 being a part of.
Sitting on top of the valley, the town appeared just as good every morning, as in the evening. The sun will give you a perfect light across the horizon — a tinge of dawn, in orange and red and pink.
As Germans love to call it “Ruhe”. You will find a found lots of it here, in the German countryside. 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. Grilling in the summer, horseback riding, cycling, jogging etc with your best buddies. . . a typical German scene.
And hey did I tell that at least half a dozen, 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 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 the 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 useful OCD. The one that makes your house and everything outside of it looks beautiful.
My job was to look after the animals — which included chickens, horses and dogs, and my duties were collecting eggs, looking after the horse-stable, and walking the dogs out (for some reasons I’ve found that dogs in Entire Germany are super well 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 fart and shit to the best of their personal ability. Six horses, at the end of the day, would give me enough poop that to stay busy cleaning at least 30 minutes.
But looking after the horses and the stable came with many riding lessons. And thanks to Bob (the oldest, cutest, and kinder horse) I picked up my few first German style riding lessons 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 too many rules to follow, for an Indian, was kind of a tough shit! But in the end, it was a great experience, that left me with some great pictures. The ones that kind of make you look cool!
The Many Bike Rides
Germany is a country for cyclists. From the city to the countryside, bikers are often more abundant than cars. For the casual tourist, a bike tour is a perfect way to see a side of Germany that you never would see on a bus or train.
At Ballhausens, I had a couple of bikes handy for me to use and explore the area nearby as and when I wanted. So I often pedalled my way into 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 couple of hours each side, ran me along the disused railway line between Münstermaifeld, Polch, Ochtendung and Mayen. The route took me between the Rhine and Moselle rivers is the around 40 metre-high natural stone viaduct which spans the Nette valley between Polch and Mayen, which is 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 traditional way of life. And when a few days’ of tourist activity in Stuttgart and Frankfurt gave me no clear perspective of Germans, from a closer look, I decided to stay with a local host. Workaway-ing seemed a good option.
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. 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 and bread? Want to layer it? Go ahead. However their good beer balances things out. And German’s eagerness to buy and offer you one makes things 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!
[Also Read: My Workaway Experience In Rome]
Have you ever tried workaway? Or WWOOF-ing? How was the experience?