When I first found out I was moving to Germany I was really excited about the hiking potential. It's such a hilly, green country and I couldn't wait to lace up my boots and explore. A few weeks after arriving, Jonny came back over for a weekend and we decided to recreate our little 'annual' camping expedition. Unfortunately, Germany is a bit different than the States, or England for that matter. Remember when the marine took me
rustic camping in the Midlands? We were planning on doing something similar- but with a tent this time- and just finding a spot in the wilderness to make camp. I spoke about it with some of my coworkers and they were very quick to assure me that this was not okay in Germany! You camp at campgrounds, otherwise it's illegal. Maybe that's true in America and the UK too..? I've never asked before, just done it. But I didn't want to chance it with German authorities when I'm trying to keep my new residency squeaky clean!
So I googled a campsite we could reach easily by train, Jonny brought the essentials, my roommate was kind enough to let me borrow a backpack, and then we were off.
Europe's 'Appalachian Trail'
The most beautiful way to honor loved ones.
It was already past camping season according to Germans, so we were the only ones 'dumb enough' to use a tent instead of a temperature-controlled RV.
Wurst.
A ferry was the only way to get across the Rhine.
Our little campground was just to the right of the 'island' in the river.
Stumbled upon a little Oktoberfest!
Germany, you are bezaubernd.
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