A moose in Europe – feeling the fear

Why Linz? It was in the right direction, not too long a train ride and I like the name, something about it appealed to me! Also, I’d still have a couple of days in Austria; no, I don’t know why that should matter, it’s just how it was. Good choice, a nice place to find my feet and expel all the breath I’d been holding in trepidation.

Oh gosh, yes, looking back on it now, I had a whole conference hall of What Ifs, Buts and Have Yous, all arguing in my head. Some delegations were appeased and left once I’d successfully clicked my first train journey on to my Interrail Pass, got on the right train and got off at the right place. Phew. A sandwich from one of the many food stalls in the station helped quell the ongoing jabbering and I was ready to set off in search of the Airbnb.

Now some folk can walk in anywhere and be comfortably at home, their inner self-esteem never doubts how right they are – I am not one of those folk, entering a stranger’s apartment to share their living space for the next day and a half? Awkward, unsure – I’ll just sit in a corner til it’s time to go. No, I didn’t, but that conference was still busy debating my inadequacies.

I found the street, no problem, then walked right past the number I was looking for, doh. The apartment was in a building not dissimilar to an old Edinburgh tenement, the staircase had a style and air to it, high ceilings, and the old water tap on the ground floor lent some extra character. My room was big and airy with a sofa and table and chairs, besides a bed. The kitchen was small, a tad messy and scruffy but perfectly functional with a shower room off one side and separate toilet off to the other side in the hallway.

After some time to pause, breath and collect myself, I went for a wander round (and to find a supermarket). Not exactly the warm, continental spring I was expecting, in fact pretty much the same as I’d left behind, cold with rain threatening. By now I was fairly knackered from very little sleep the night before and the journey, but walking round, looking up at the architecture, seeing the people, hey, I was in Austria! I was actually doing something – in Austria! Next stop Germany and I still wasn’t 100% decided where! Yes, it was time to start feeling excited.

Or maybe get excited in the morning once I’d had a good night’s kip. Some tortellini with creamy cheese for tea, a message to my old ma (so she could follow my travels on a map), lights out. Ooo, a galaxy of stars appeared on the wall and ceiling! I’m guessing the room has had a child occupant. And so to sleep after a long day of travelling, geographically and in my headspace.

Probably the most awesome mural I’ve ever seen!

Some will read this and wonder what all my fuss was about, erm, I didn’t write this for you, this is for all those with silly, nagging doubts, the worriers, the ones who’d love to have an adventure but, but, but. You can, you know.

Toodle pip!

Well, it’s a picture, from Munich

Sorry, no postcard from Munich, either. I had one chance to buy one, but left it intending to do it later, oops. Instead here’s a pic of the venue sign ….

Munich is alright, I didn’t see much of the city to be honest, it was a quick in, suss where the venue was, meander back to the hostel, eat, head back for the gig. There is a whole other story about the hostel, but I’ll tell you about that another time. Oh, and there’ll be some very interesting vid clips from that evening on Instagram later (when LC came up against German techno!)

Toodle pip!

Not quite a postcard…

Erm, didn’t buy a postcard in Ingolstadt. In my defence, I don’t think I saw any on sale. It’s not really that sort of town, mind it does have a few museums and Audi is from there. I chose to visit the German Museum of Medical History (incidentally, it was Ingolstadt where Mary Shelley had Dr Frankenstein study) which I can thoroughly recommend if you ever find yourself there. Bizarrely, there was a side exhibition of keeping fit for skiing through the twentieth century, again, some fascinating (and some downright hilarious) stuff in there.

More bizarrely, Ingolstadt is twinned with Kirkcaldy!! Why?!? I heard this from Logan’s Close as part of their list of interesting facts about Ingolstadt, I have no reason to doubt it’s veracity – apart from, well, Kirkcaldy?!

It’s very late, I’ve written enough to cover the back of a postcard, the gig was bloody awesome, more details later.

Bye for now, Brucie x

Well, it’s kind of like a postcard, Ingolstadt’s wavy cycle and pedestrian bridge

More mail…

Just a quickie (oo, matron). A postcard from Hamburg. Honestly, I will tell more once I stay still long enough to catch myself. Yes, I know there’s been no postcard from Berlin, look that was the shortest visit and things did not go to plan – buying a postcard was the last thing on my mind. I shall expand on my woes at a later date.

Meanwhile, my postcard….

Well. What else did you expect?! A guy in lederhosen?

Scotty gets plaintive, and a tad ‘armless

I was on a downward spiral.

Toodle pip!

Bremen, a town for musicians

Guten Tag aus Bremen! Another town, another Airbnb, more cats. Two cats this time, Gizmo and Alfie, I only met them briefly but they seem quite nice. The place is nice, though the dark grey walls are a tad, well, dark. You may be wondering on my feelings about Airbnb now; I have at least four more on this trip (I haven’t sorted anything out for Munich yet or the few days after that before I fly home) so I’ll hold out for now.

I quite like Bremen, there’s the really old bits, chilled out park areas, ordinary townlife areas, food takeaways of all varieties, studenty parts. Red bricks, it reminds me a bit of lancashire and Manchester!? (hmm, do they have a northern accent here? Haha)

Last night Logans Close played in Odense, hopefully they’ve sobered up from any aftershow shenanigans and are heading this way. Anyhoo, my postcard…..

[If, by any chance, you’re reading this before Friday 10th May 2024 and you live in Munich – fancy putting a moose up for a night?]