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job in Niigata

The trip took about 20 hours and I arrived around 15:00 clock the following day in Niigata. I had not slept very well. There was only a thin blanket, the carpet was a bit hard, and as a head rest was all just a square leather cushion, which was about as comfortable as a brick. In addition, continuous growled the ship's engine, which also left the entire floor vibrate ...

seeks refuge I already early in the morning on the deck and walked only once in the car get back to me at noon the provisions of onigiri, water and biscuits, the Naomi had given me a precautionary measure.

Outside it was much nicer. The sky was azure blue with only a few Flockenwoelkchen and as a few people next to me began to feed the seagulls we were soon swarmed by them, which provided a spectacular sight.

I enjoyed the salt air, the waves, the glinting of the sun on the water and the animals that I was occasionally seen. Among them even once, a whole swarm of flying fish that hersprangen next to the ship as if they were miniature dolphins.

It was a very entertaining ride, and soon we put in Niigata and I pushed my bike on board, now the proud owner was a little yellow flags, which it had been given a couple of nice motorcycle riders, which is also the Ferries had crossed over.

It was now shortly before four, it was time for orientation and for accommodation for the night to keep lookout.

Unfortunately, I was able to port Office staff to be not much, because they were probably wealthier passengers normally used to and I could only serve for shelter in a price range of about 5,000 yen.

However, I still had Naomi in Mukawa the advice given to me inquire about the so-called "Sudomari. The beds are clean, without food and other comforts. So I made my way to the next gas station. There was usually expect expert information concerning the environment.

But not this time. Even the gas station attendant advised me that business hotel nearby and because I assumed that there is probably nothing really existed and it was getting later, I decided to continue the search tomorrow and today have to bite the expensive bullet. In the hotel I would have hoped at least the Internet ...

When I am in a small laundry again assured of the way (the description I had received at the gas station was a bit vague) I was of the nice owner spontaneously invited to a drink, because it was so hot outside and they probably had pity on me (I was the passage again sunburned).

During our conversation it emerged that she had already been to Europe, then, for their honeymoon, and the so-called, rode along with all Asians popular "romantic line" was (a Schloessertour, partly along the Rhine, by leads Italy, via Austria to Germany to France).

how we came by their interest in my home to nice conversation and I asked her later if it were not for a cheaper accommodation as the hotel said.

Immediately, she said at length, catalogs wallowing for me and even found another Businesshoteol at the other end of town, and that was 2000 yen cheaper, but had now closed, unfortunately.

came in. At that moment her husband, the security guard was and I was immediately presented. After a short, quick dialogue in Japanese, which I understand, unfortunately, only fragments, then actually I was asked if I would have no desire to spend the night in her home. I can sleep in her daughter's room ... Wow ...

(What came after that was very cute, because they were probably worried that I was not an animal lover and gently asked whether I like dogs ... they possessed namely one. Well, everyone who knows me knows that for me yes but still a bonus and I calmed her down quickly in this respect.)

Even my donkey got its own stand, at the other bicycles.

my luck I still could not quite grasp, and after I had taken all my things, I set the same successive small exploratory walk in the area, accompanied me to the dog and visiting Mom.

They lived in a very pleasant area with many old houses and narrow streets. Finally, we climbed a kind of tower, from which we admire a beautiful sunset over Niigata could.

Later that evening we picked up the daughter of the university, which fortunately had no objection to my presence. And then there was a wonderful dinner! :)

The following day was pretty tatty. Since I had experienced, there would be near an Internet cafe, I went there this morning to inquire after me for the prices one night and my e-mails to retrieve. I waited so still on news of the host families, which I had written in Mukawa. A rejection was there, there were still two chances. Should I have no family, I would have to travel further just to try it in Gunma Nagano or equal to, or go to my girlfriend Lotti to Tokyo ...

Luckily I spent the whole afternoon even in the nice family. I met the girlfriend of the son to know that even learned some German and we were together on the Michael Jackson film while and ate watermelon and ice.

against five I wanted to take the hospitality no longer in stock, thanked me and went slowly to the Internet Cafe. I would only reinduerfen clock at 21:00 with my bags and I spent the last hours before, postcards, writing, learning Japanese and dozing. The sun had long gone when I finally packed up everything and give me a car could be.

course I'm not primarily of sleeping, when I could otherwise have recovered eight hours at a time on the Internet? This prospect was too tempting and long after midnight when I really, really tired, I was grabbed from my sleeping bag and lay down on the padded floor. (Sorry, got a little while later, another overnight guest who was snoring so loudly that the thin Trennungswaende wobbled and for me the next sleep prohibit)

The next morning I went to the other end of town, where weiterzuwarten and to find alternative affordable accommodation.

The business hotel was closed, so I went further along the road and held eyes open, but it seemed almost impossible to find something cheap.

when to cross a street I met a woman who looked me interested and so I asked her if she could help me.

you could.

And they accompanied me not only to the ryokan, where she beat me out for even a special price but then also took me with a great Onsenlandschaft on the coast, where she met with her friend. I was invited to an ice cream and later, as we deposed said girlfriend at home, I got it from other things, male nor given a beautiful large photograph of the beautiful cherry blossoms. (I unfortunately had to send home the same, because there are my Luggage was no place anymore). invited

My new friend from the street tell me the evening even you to a fantastic meal with several courses (including potato soup, cheese fondue, spaghetti, fish and salad) in a sweet little European restaurant in the Greek style and offered me their help in work search. Japan is really full of good-hearted, loving people who are very interested in Western culture, and always open for talks. One has only itself be open to it ...

The next two nights I spent in the lovely Ryokan and was still waiting on the answers of the last two families. Shortly thereafter I got another rejection, unfortunately ...

ask around, I was told by another of a cheap bed and breakfast hotel and decided to sleep during the night there. One day I would still wait. I would have still not my last answer, I would go on to Tokyo.

was to my delight, the new accommodation next to the sea-five minutes away by bicycle. Therefore, I spent all day at the beach and bathing in lukewarm Japanese Ocean. It was like a holiday.

Except me stayed overnight at the inn nor a Japanese and a boy the same age from New Zealand, with which one could speak well when you are first had got used to the accent.

The next morning, 22 July, I took my leave and went as planned to the station to buy a bus ticket to Tokyo. It was by now so hot that I lost a bike tour of several days over the mountain range just would not do that.

There I got a shock at the ticket counter first: whether the carrying of bicycles both on the buses, as well as the tracks do not permitted, an employee told me to cool. In Hokkaido that was never been a problem. How should I now come to Tokyo, without succumbing to heat stroke? Why was it different here on Honshu?

safe side, I asked again after the Bahnbuero because I was I almost 100% sure that it was allowed in the trains, if the bike was transported in a bag ...

This also proved to be correct, thank God. The train ticket was not even so much more expensive than the bus transfer, but there are regional trains and I had five times ... Prost meal. With all the baggage that would certainly not amusement.

At my request, tried the nice railwaymen me even the time of departure and arrival tracks, as well as the travel time out and equipped so I went outside to pack my bike to regulations.

I met then to a kind of hippy Yakuza, with Ganzkoerpertattoo and Jedikutte, me his musician friend in Tokyo recommended and went straight to Hokkaido, and on a nice, shy Japanese woman who spoke to me in German, because she recognized my "Mouse TV-horn" and learned German at home for themselves. (Respekt!)

It was a terrible ride.

Not because of the change, but because of all the baggage that I had to move now, without the help of my donkey. I now felt myself like a pack mule. Over one shoulder the big bag with my bike, which I had put even one of the small front-Matched corner pocket, my handlebar bag, sleeping bag, sleeping mat and tent, over the other shoulder my two large rear-Matched corner pocket and the second Minor.

I staggered. I swore. After all, there were probably cut about 45 kilos of luggage, which I dragged some amazing spots and unpadded strap me uncomfortable in the skin.

I finally had to change trains as many as eight times because of a storm because a train had failed and therefore we take a detour with two other cars and a bus to Tokyo. If I would not train in the fourth made the acquaintance of a nice, strong, helpful Japanese, then I would probably really collapsed under the weight.

But they swung my two large rear panniers over the shoulders and helped me so my luggage from platform on track to haul ... I staggered anyway.

was during one of these actions, unfortunately, my front-porters to break that my aunt had given me good-bye. I was inconsolable.

The incident, however, decided that I see my little donkey from Tokyo would send back to Germany, as there was no substitute in Japan and he did not look as if one could repair it again.

here on Honshu, the traffic was also really deadly. There was also no longer comfortable wide shoulder for cyclists and I assume that it really would have had no joy, travel further in this way.

When I finally exhausted, with trembling Knees, and countless bruises and Schuerfwunden arrived at the terminal station, I waited for my friend and colleague Lotti. This fortunately was big and strong and took me off my bike. Together we drove to her small apartment, where I first had to cultivate a week until all the wounds were gone.

And here begins my adventure Tokyo ...

Mata ne

Kira

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cow dung Birthday (2 weeks Mukawa)

First thing this morning so I reached by bus Mukawa, a small little place in the vicinity of Tomakomae.

I would have no need to ask, how could I find the farm, because my new host mom Naomi I was waiting at the bus stop with an umbrella.

Even her car brought them hate, so I left donkey in his pocket, and we heaved it into the trunk. The drive took only very short - a few minutes later we were rolling over already crunching gravel in the driveway to the house, which was quite large.

was in the vicinity of the Court, I already to my right, the greenhouses, in between the barn and make up to my left a small, brightly blooming garden with swings and a few barns in the background.

Besides the dog, who signed up as an intruder barking, no one was home. The children were in school, and Kazu, the father worked in the fields.

Against all expectations, I was free the rest of the day settling in and exploring the environment. I had assumed, must be equal to begin work, as when Natsumi had been the case.

So I spent the first day with some Erkundungsspaziergaengen, befriending the dog Coco and welcoming of the many cows, but these were all very shy and timid ...

the evening, I also learned the children Satoru (7), Asuka (9) and Hiroshi (11) to know. They were very different from Natsumis offspring. First and foremost, self-confident and somewhat indifferent when it came to her mother's instructions.

The father recalled his good nature and fondness for sleeping and eating at a large bear, which earned him his nickname and "Kuma" (Japanese for bears).

The days flowed into one another. It was a completely different sequence than in Otaki, who gave me much more freedom, especially since I did not have to take care of the children.

I had my fixed working hours each 9:00 to 12:00 and 14:00 - 17:00 clock. So I could sleep at least seven clock, a lunch break of two hours and the evening before the food even enough time and (sometimes) Energy had to look around a little. (There was, however, not much to see and often physically I was just too exhausted to even move me in my spare time)

A few days after my arrival, I got company from further WWOOFerin - the French girl Jacki, I made friends with me now . She was 25 and had studied psychology, what brought us many interesting discussions. She worked only for a month in Hokkaido, then they would back English and French teaching in Tokyo. Thus, we would meet again in August, which I was happy now, even though we had not even mid-July.

Jacki also had a great need for sleep and as we shared a small room it was good that we are in this case came to meet.

now made the work twice as much fun as we were able to weeding in the greenhouses and coal fields, while planting Kuerbissetzlingen, mucking out the cowshed or the Fuettern always amused and entertained us royally.

particular, my birthday was therefore much more enjoyable, even when we deeply with our rubber boots in cow dung and were hundreds of flies buzzing around our heads. To celebrate the day we were even free for four clock and the evening there was sashimi, plum wine and sake. Naomi had even prepared some small gifts (origami paper and Scarves), and Akira, a friend of the Family came up with a new pair of slippers. I had got used does not work out the kindness of the Japanese and was once again stirred a lot.

On the farm I could learn a lot out of the routine work. On our day we could validly take the children along to Kalligraphiunterricht. Then we went to a nearby onsen and dinner was held in the town of a barbecue party. voiced As Naomi Children volunteer, teaching at the school of their daughter, in English, and the Rector had the desire and get to know us, we accompanied her on a morning and sang with the children the song "Head, shoulders, knees and toes" . And because the interest in other languages was very large, not only in Japanese and English, but also in German and French (where I was and Jackie with teachers).

Even the youngest children were with so much earnestness and zeal in the matter, that it was a real pleasure. (Naomi even said later, as many had not arisen in the voluntary teaching and was very happy)

began in my second week of harvesting the Kohlkoepfe. Instead we had all the weeds first in the beaten paths between rows of cabbage weed, which alone took three days. Afternoon was then harvested for three hours in the morning and we now had to get up at four to pack the Kohlkoepfe in boxes, which alone already was a science in itself. (It had all the same size and adjusted depending on the size either 9 (when they were very small), 8, 7, or only six in a box. Also, the pattern in which one should be fooled, she was determined. Eight in a box however, brought the best price because they had the perfect size)

Harvesting in itself was a bit tragic, because almost every other head of cabbage in the rain was already scruffy.

The two weeks went by Mukawa almost in a flash and before I knew it, already the day of departure was near. I wanted the ferry to Niigata, which is on West Coast of Honshu, translate and working on a new host family. Unfortunately, however, the search for such a far been unsuccessful. This held also in the last few days nothing. There were only five families, and anyway they had either already all have enough helping hands, or had not yet reported. With the hope that would help even more, and would be the promise to Jacki that we will meet again in Tokyo, so I climbed with my donkey on the evening of my last day on board ...

Mata ne

Kira