The Training Of O Samples

Gifu - where cows run away and Baumhaeuser of clay are

When I bought my bus ticket and I went to the terminal, waiting for some other people there already. Many carried small backpacks and hiking clothes. Obviously they wanted to hike in the mountains.

now I find it easy to start talking and soon non-binding talks Two nice women left out with me, offered me their food and asked me out.

As we sat in the bus and I took one last look at Matsumoto's streets, I waved to my great surprise, Antonia of a crossing from to. I waved back, just as we turned onto the road that should lead us towards the Alps.

And the money for the ticket paid off!

The view of the summit was fantastic, even to the weather was good and I had to be sitting next to the two nice ladies.

However, they probably thought I'm bored and so they talked more with me. Out of politeness, I replied, of course, but I would have rather just seen in that moment just further out of the window ...

to converse in Japanese long remains permanently exhausting for me.

Later, when they got out at a famous onsen was one of the other Businsassinnen after a short while back and made me eat a small plastic bag with a few crackers and a drink.

There are always small gestures like this that are for me one day to be something special before he started at all correct. The simple fact that this view, interpersonal still something wrong, which is in other cultures, unfortunately, almost lost.

Takayama is a very beautiful city. Free of skyscrapers, it has something light and open itself. Narrow streets, some of them in old style, extend to the left and right of the main road and at the end the land rises slightly and there are temples lined up at the temple.

In one of them was located my hostel and I must say that none was previously located less than ideal. A Tempelhof surrounded by trees provides some privacy from the tourists and us spread the city in all directions.

I left my luggage in the room and walked all day, just through the streets, bought a gift for my new host family and wrote a few cards. I had even a TV, but apart from the usual hustle and talk shows, which, unlike in Germany, offered a lot of celebrity entertainment Neten (which I did not know of course) was, unfortunately, nothing.

The next morning I took the train to Gero, where I Nanako san, would pick up my host mother. With me sat a tall, blond girl with the compartment and when she got out at the same stop as me, it turned out that they would work for a few days with the same host family as me. Kati was American. They usually worked in Toyama as an English teacher, but had ungewoehnlicherweise than four days at a free and decided to leave that little more to make.

Together we drove so much later in the car to Nanako-san's farm. Besides us, they told us they still have three more helpers: Emy and Rita from Taiwan and Hiroshi, a Japanese who lived in the area and only came on the weekend.

We did things in the car and crossed up the cow pasture, until we stood before a tree house. However, it was really a wonderful tree house because it was not made of wood but made of clay and had the shape of a hemisphere. Small windows were modeled into it and now Nanako-san said something to the top of the tree in which the whole structure rested on a wooden board.

three heads peered over the railing and a little later were the other WWOOFers before us. We became fast friends, for they were all very kind.

After lunch it was back to the tree and this time we were allowed to delve into the airy heights. We who were new, got inside the ball of clay into place and we pasted a whole glorious afternoon the walls with a clay-straw mixture, until we ourselves were barely visible. I had long been no more such fun at work!

evening we drove to another house near that belonged Nanako-san. Here we would only spend the nights.

morning we were always against six to and drove back to the bigger farm house that belonged to her parents and where we were doing our work.

This consisted of many different things and was refreshing variety! No day was like any other, apart from meals.

We harvested peppers, lettuce and potatoes, weeding in small beds and the garden, planting garlic, scooped pounds of soil from the Kuhwiese in big bags whose contents were in turn distributed to the various areas conceded in a day-long action, the scales on purified, three times per week, the main house, freed from the floor of the treehouse Lehmresten and washed off the old lehmverschmierten large plastic sheets.

When it rained, there was always something to do in the house. (Once Nanako-san asked us to bake a cake, and the line that honor fell to me. I chose the apple pie that Natsumi had then tasted so good)

desks Or Getreidekoerner from ears. That was a little tiring when the day was busy and the Stoh pricks everywhere in the pants, but we had waehrdessen much time to talk and fooling around.

One of the most beautiful ordinariness was by far the tea break at ten. Then we sat down, where we worked down just drank tea, rested or ate a few snacks that Nanako was always ready. Working to a short pause becomes easier so much and I'm always happy when my current family has this habit. (Mostly it is common in families with children. ^ ^)

cooked and washed away along the way, was all of us.

addition to the above, smaller works, we also had from time to really interesting tasks:

On a sunny day, we gathered for example, a rice crop. For weeks, during my journey through Nagano and Gifu I had seen all over the stubble, rice fields, small bare wood frames, over which the Reisaehren in bundles hung out to dry.

Now it was probably time for roughing, the completely dried Koerner.

We went with a big, noisy machine on the field. I, Emy and Rita were (Katie was a few days already left) posted in various places. However, we rotated during the course of work, so it was not boring and we could learn anything.

Nanako operated the machine and turned it on the wooden racks along (there were a total of seven pieces, all the fields distributed and each of them was about 15 meters long), while Rita took off the gold bundle and on a tray, put this at the side of the electrical roughing was appropriate. Nanako then took bundle to bundle and led it in a form of filter, where each was shaken and shaken.

The Koerner went through a funnel into the sacks, which were rear mounted. a sack was full, there was a shrill signal and a hasty of us to bounce bag, a funnel turned into a new, sealed the full and dragged him to the sidelines.

The shaken ears were verified by Emy. Were still contain too many grains, which had not caught the machine, they were given back to Nanako that she ran again run through the lock.

The fully entkorten were then in turn focused by me with cords, and also stacked at the edges. They would later serve as fodder for the cows.

Another time we helped the cows while the work was interesting.

The land on which they graze there, not only from a lawn that slopes down steeply to a large river, which thus forms a natural barrier.

also a forest rises up on a mountain until it is interrupted by a small road. And here it is difficult to build a real fence, for in the rock do not hold the post well.

Nanako-san have thought that the survey itself would be enough protection, but she was wrong. Cows appear to be large chamois, because often they scramble around there, as it would be the normal thing in the world.

Well, at the masters most critical points to get through the demarcation of the road any further, but one day when she ate so forward, they made it seem somehow to find a path that led san through the forest from the plot of Nanako, because she found the animals only a few kilometers away.

took the course, problems: Some police officers came to inspect the pasture, and because the fence in many places no longer really was intact, was ordered to replace it completely.

The pasture was quite large and we took as an entire day to it to drive new posts into the ground, to clamp wires and to trudge through the forest at the most inconvenient places to get through to prevent. happens

With a little luck on the farms, except the work also a bit of something else. In this case, I even had three times lucky, because we had a barbecue dinner, a big fire (which we made large beams and other wood that was we liked the tidying up in the hands and the Nanako san non-knew what they should begin to set up) and a mochi-party privilege.

For the latter we took off at four clock workday. Jumped

en we offer a few family friends, the various activities in the region and earn their money.

moment there were a group of visiting German employee who attended a branch company in Gifu - to improve cooperation, as it seemed.

And now they wanted their Japanese colleagues show how to make mochi. This is a kind of small Kloss from sticky rice, the fried with soy powder, often called "anko" provides - a sweet paste made from red beans.

The procedure to take over now mastered the latest machines, because it is very expensive:

The Kule a waist-high shelf, we edited a sticky rice blob for so long by two to four people with wooden hammers until the strength links and the whole mixture to a species.

This is then with the said bean paste stuffed and breaded. There are different kinds of mochi, but this is the one best known to foreigners. would be

We could swing the hammers, even if the men of course vigorously at a distance, were obtained Lautenschlager and certainly without us even been faster, but now had all the time and just the fun factor counts.

Later in the evening, the German colleagues revangierten with a European feast of improvised lasagna (which was still very good), tortillas, pizza and fried potatoes. And even if I am tired of looking at all this was so was my, now by the Japanese light fare shrunken stomach limited and I could by far not eat as much as I like to have wanted.

Unfortunately I had a few days later, already adopted by Emy and Rita. They returned to Taiwan. Perhaps we have a chance to see us there again.

The two had become very dear to my heart, because we had much in common: They were both Sekretaerinnen Emy and as frustrated as I had been.

As we parted she told me that they too would soon terminate. I hope not, it was me, she has inspired, because on Asian Soil is a denunciation Of course not as simple or as in Germany ...

That same day, however, came two other Taiwanese and even if they were extremely friendly, helpful and very kind-hearted, so they were no substitute for the two that I was forced to do without.

I was depressed a bit because I at that moment seemed to say as there would be my whole trip in a single series of farewells, because whenever I see someone entered his heart, I had him sooner or later, bye.

But of course, is nonsense, because it shows the pain of parting after all, that my trip is crossed by many lovely people and that is alone worth the whole thing. :)

It was now mid-October and I also had to adopt Nanako-san, as new workers were already on the waiting list and they did not have enough space for all of us.

My new host family I had found - very close proximity of this farm, because I wanted to experience it, if all the green wooded hills colored colorful. The fall came alongside some later than I had assumed that I already Nanako-san in this pleasure came, but even if it was very fresh in the morning and already the cold nights, the leaves made only few institutions their color change.

But before I took the new job, I only wanted a bit of traveling through the area. My year abroad should finally be a little looser than a normal everyday life with only 30 days holiday. Katie also had me for a week to be invited to Toyama and said I could stay with her. That I would give the opportunity to look around me and at the same time care of my travel budget a little. Not to mention me, because I felt a little exhausted at this time.

The two Taiwanese left the farm that morning. A friend of Nanako san-drove us to the car to Takayama. From there I wanted to try to to hitch a ride to Shirakawago, a small village that for its thatched houses was known.

See you there:)

Mata ne

Kira

3 Year Old Party Rhyme

Nagano Part II

After an hour I arrived in Matsumoto. Already
from the station, you could see the Japanese Alps, which stretched around the city to the altitude. I hoped to be able to do on my day maybe a trip there. Determines my host mom had information about it.

I also wanted to visit the ancient streets in Narai, which was recommended in my guide books and from my already Jamie (the had told New Zealander, with whom I had worked together on Hokkaido in Otaki).

I opened it, the information station where you get good advice in terms of accommodation and sightseeing to me to ask for an Internet café or a youth hostel. Unfortunately

was neither the one nor the other. Only a reasonably priced business hotel was available and so inevitably, I checked my name in it. At least I could unload my heavy backpack shower there and get changed before going on tour. Of course I looked at the castle for the Matsumoto is so famous, and it was worth it really. The stairs in the building were very funny. Some almost knee high. And then the doors ridiculously low. One wonders how the Japanese, who were then everybody knows, smaller than today and often carried their heavy armor, these steps had well mastered.

In addition, the admission ticket to visit the Municipal Museum was contained. Even that was worth seeing, for it contained many items of daily life from earlier eras.

After this cultural part, I allowed myself a little stroll through the city to buy postcards (we never knew if something was to be found near the farm) and enjoy the beautiful weather on this day off. Unfortunately, I made it to this day no longer in the mountains. I had planned at the hotel restaurant Evenings to eat pizza because I had the cost not been so long, but unfortunately it was just closed on this day. Therefore, I verbachte my time instead to write my blog, which was again (now normal) times overdue.

The next morning I found myself at half past nine in front of the station at a French bakery, which was suggested by my new host mother as a meeting place.

I waited. About an hour. What could have happened? Maybe they stuck in traffic, or it had happened to something, or they had forgotten me ... find

On the assumption that I must somehow the way that I own, I dug my city map and the address that was given to me Kazuko-san from my pocket and tried the area on the map to locate them. When I did not succeed, I wondered if I simply do not go to the next post and ask me there should be, when my phone rang.

The person at the other end spoke German. Already my emails were answered in German, because currently most German students, or at WWOOFers helped Kazuko-san. After all, there were so no misunderstandings, and I was also relieved to be honest something, because the profile was that one must understand and can speak Japanese well. And even if I knew a lot more now than when I arrived in Japan, so it was still far from the level of "good" removed. But if there are other people there were (even from my home country) who could help me to make myself understood, I had no more doubts.

The voice asked where I was then. Someone would have been an hour at the meeting point and wait for me ...

truthfully I replied that I was waiting for an hour, and specifically at the bakery agreed. However, I do not know me from and why it is very possible that there was a second, which corresponded to the description. I was given the phone number of people waiting and I called the same. Unfortunately, no one took off, but shortly thereafter a confused Japanese student stood before me and asked me if I was the German WWOOFerin.

relief.

Such unplanned difficulties put myself in slight excitement.

But now was all good and we went to his car.

a while we drove through the town, the houses slowly departed the mountains to our route led only by green hills, which were only occasionally interrupted by a few Farmhaeuschen left and right, or fields.

It was really very nice. And quiet.

Although I lack on the farms are many routine needs, such as Post offices or supermarkets, it makes the rest but up for a lot. Because it is a prerequisite for untouched nature and a variety of animals, as I have rarely seen in Germany. So for the Japanese living here eagle, heron, deer, wild boar, dragonflies, praying mantises, monkeys and rabbits are almost unspectacular. But with all these beautiful animals, I am glad that I now a close encounter with a bear has been spared.

But I had a somewhat san intimidating first encounter with my new host mother Kazuko. In no negative. It was just that I about the actual degree of disability was very shocked. In profile, it sounded as if she could do everything independent practice, but it is also sat in a wheelchair. Now I saw that was not true.

She sat slumped on the floor, one arm frantically bent, the other pressed against the body and looked at me with a wry smile from the bottom.

Their language consisted of single words, which they, as it seemed brought forth, with great effort and we had to put it into context to understand.

But it was a really golden person.

On my last host family in Haramura I had a pottery bowl, in the image of a cat had scratched acquired, which had made the father of my host mother. So stand in Kazuko-san's profile they have three cats. Since this could therefore not be entirely wrong. At least these animals like they had ...

and you can not imagine how delighted she was. Your "Oooh" lasted several seconds and it spiraled into the sky as she looked at me and gave me her bright, somewhat wry smile.

was so broken the ice and I got questioned a bit before I took my backpack to my room and then went to the fields to the others.

Because besides me, was only my driver and another Japanese student with her to help me understand, Kazuko-san.

The remaining WWOOFers I met, as they were just on the way home, because they had already done all the field work. So I learned Antonia and Johanne (Wwooferinnen, both of which came from Germany), Toto (one of the many Japanese students, who had just vacations) and Rohan (Wwoof from England) and another from Japan to know whose name I unfortunately already I forget ...

all gave me a warm welcome and I immediately had the feeling that it would be with so many people my age, a great week.

met with in its course nor the two Tailaender, and as to a French Schweizerpaerchen.

As Kazuko-san only a few small Felder had, which were more gardens and on which it is currently not much was done, our work was really only the fact for all to cook, clean the house and to care for our host mother. But since we were very many, and it is divided it among all, you could not really talk about work. Rather the reverse. They were glad when it was time to do something and we almost killed us kloppten rinsing, drying or other small tasks that were incurred from time to time. (Five people at the same time in the kitchen was, therefore, not uncommon)

As for the support of our host mother, so there was of it to feed her to help her to the toilet (of course only the girls, the boys she wore only there), they move and make ready for bed. Once per night, they had to be reversed. This took over on the weekends, when no nurse was often one of the guys who slept before on the lower floor.

The special feature of the daily routine here was that we did not have to get up at six.

Because Kazuko-san could not sleep without aids, namely, till we were about eleven or twelve on to keep her company, while she got drunk with sake. And they drank a liter of it per week easily. Then she became very, very funny sleep, sometimes just at the table and spoke still less clear than usual, but we had girl her one last time to the toilet Help before they then gave instructions to try to be put to bed. (And if she was drunk, you could actually only three of these task management)

why we were allowed to sleep at least eight or half past eight. Sometimes it was even later, when our host mother was sleeping longer or a nurse was there, which took over the dressing and the bathroom.

My time was really very interesting and instructive. For although Kazuko-san was a helpless feeling, she was perfectly clear in my head (even though she could not express well because their disability and the oral single lock).

She knew exactly what was done in the fields, which vegetables should be ripe, had to be weeded out, and more without having been there myself. That was very impressive.

Sometimes they even went for a half day to work in the city. I have already forgotten, from which this work was in detail, but it was something in the area of special promotion.

Once cooked Johanna Antonia and I have a German dinner. There were homemade mashed potatoes, meatballs and Kuerbissuppe. It even found in almost all popular, and my stomach was also happy about it.

cooked Sometimes Antonia and I also have a big pot of rice, as compared to other families here, there was no shortage of milk! Funny was that with each rice-Party (as we used to call them) came to new supporters. Only a few of the Japanese, Taiwanese and then later the Swiss. Although we always cooked more, it was concluded almost always too little.

Just before I left I got together with the two free even one day. (Well, actually it was intended at first only for Johanna and Antonia, at least they were kind since the beginning of September there, but they were so Kazuko-san and asked if I could come along and because we were far too many anyway, it made no difference whether I came along or was). We were even in the city down, because the bus ran only three times a day.

I had told them of Narai and enthusiasm for the idea. At the station, but first we asked for the fare, which the budget for my Gefaehrtinnen was not higher than mine. But to our delight, a ticket cost only 700 yen, so we chugged a regional train a little later through the mountains.

Narai was really very beautiful. Everywhere one could see the rolling green hills, the sun was shining and the sky was blue. What a day!

not disappoint the place itself. Small, old small houses lined up close together, left and right of the wide, quiet street. Only a few cars disturbed the illusion of the past.

The souvenir offered here even really pretty things. An old shopkeeper who was probably already over ninety, and had a bad Tatterich served us tea, painted Erinnerungsbildchen us and gave us even printed maps, while we were looking there.

The road was long, but we went on a few times now and enjoyed the view. At the upper end there was a beautiful red Shintoschrein that rounds off the whole scene. had

As the afternoon slowly taunted clouds and we saw everything, we enjoyed one of the cute cafes a piece of cake and started to walk back afterwards.

wanted

I had in town a few do the shopping for the Swiss, who cook the next night spaghetti Bolognese.

To sell us time until we would pick up someone, then we went to a nearby karaoke bar.

That evening, the Taiwanese would cook and we were all looking forward to it. (Kazuko-san's favorite food includes namely always radish. He is then found everywhere in the form of leaves or roots, and we were glad to get away from him for the next evening, as the bitter taste is not so much our case).

The morning of our departure came sooner than hoped. Here it was me really liked it. All the many young people and the relaxed life had been very relaxing.

But I was happy at my new host mother in Gero (Gifu). They possessed information about their business as a hobby eight oxen and a puppet theater. That sounds pretty interesting and appealing.

I had decided by bus from Matsumoto to Takayama to drive, because the route goes right through the Japanese Alps. I had not been able to visit them, let alone to climb because, as I wanted to see them at least once in the area ...

left with me, Johanna and Antonia the farm. They also had a new host family, to the north.

One of the students took us reason together to the train station where we said goodbye. I towards the bus terminal, the other two to the station. :)

Mata ne

Kira

Pain On Right Side Of Groin Pregnant

Heaven's Gate - Nagano Part I

The train ride to Haramura (Nagano) I enjoyed the contrast to much like Tokyo.

this time I had to change trains twice, had no major Gepaeckberge move and was able to devote much of the landscape, which gradually became hilly. More and more I went through the tunnel and slowly walked over the hill into a mountain.

to this part of the trip I had been looking forward to most other things. I like mountains very much, and for the next weeks I would be able to see it every day.

The train was only to Chino, but there was a bus to Haramura. From there it was still about 40 minutes to run up to the isolated farm where my new host family lived. After all, this was a sign of an undisturbed situation in nature and could be pretty. Nevertheless, my backpack was heavy and I had not really so great to feel like a long walk to ...

I had to wait a while for the next bus. But then when I went to the station and there, leaning against my backpack and waited, an elderly couple came up to me and spoke to me. Where I came because I wanted to go and where they asked.

Unfortunately they could not speak English, but I still knew that the farm on which I wanted, well on their way to warehouses and it would take me with you.

And already sent out the woman's husband to fetch the car and dragged me, who always was a little unsure if she had understood everything correctly, to the ticket counter, where they returned my bus ticket and me in the Rueckgeld the hand presses.

After a few minutes we had squeezed my backpack in the small car and I sat on the Rueckbank. That was of course a very convenient solution and I was glad that I was spared the long walk in the heat. This time I had not even have to ask for a lift with a sign on the street. And somehow it seemed to me almost too much of a good thing that my luck was flown again and again so ...

The nice couple actually drove me to the courtyard, where I expected my new host mom already. They wrote me on my city map their approximate address, gave me a nice compartments as a parting gift (it was not actually I should give presents to them?) And asked me to visit you when I get a day was free. Sorry, I should but never managed this, because the address was incomplete.

The reception was a little cool and stayed in that mood it the entire two and a half weeks.

The farm was more like a small village, because it was not just a house, but several buildings, including a large kitchen, an inside and an outside-restaurant, a small sales counter, which served as a cashier and bakery , a house for my host parents, a residence for the employees, some stalls for the animals, a fish and a Fleischraeucherei, and many other smaller facilities.

Besides me, there was a goat, a dog, many chickens, my host parents, a couple who worked here to learn how to set up his own farm, a family friend, who helped the My host father's sister and another WWOOFers from Ireland, James, who just took a trip through Asia and zufaelligerweise was also secretary.

Unlike my previous host family was here every day is exactly the same!
to six in the morning we went out for me, James and the couple on the small fields, where we harvested tomatoes, zucchini, eggplant, green peppers, beans and salad. That there was for breakfast, lunch and dinner to eat. And I can assure that an already sick of after a few days to the neck, because many variations are thus not possible!

Our host father came Haseyan only about half past eight on the fields after. Under his instructions, we then weeded, fertilized, planted or Saetzlinge. At half past nine we went back finally to make breakfast. When you get up so early and work on an empty stomach immediately need a hangs on this time of the stomach is already in the knee and one would eat anything ... (I often stibiezte me so still on the field a few tomatoes from the shrubs) was
After breakfast we continue the same. The flowers were to pour, to wipe the Restaurantboeden and tables, to wash the vegetables picked and as required, it was subsequently processed. Tens Meis came around ten-thirty the first guests and the waiters work began. Otherwise it was actually in between only all the time cleaned, washed or peeled vegetables.
was always especially busy on weekends. There was for us to not even think four clock to eat because of shop growled Sun The work itself was not particularly hard, but they do not present as usual, only six hours were worked on, but from morning to evening, it proposed visited yet. To be fair, James and I got it two days off, but for everyday things, our anticipated use anyway if you do not like me, now and then entirely made from the field and took day trips. But this was of course possible only in good weather and granted me only twice. On my other days when it rained, unfortunately, because the rain were no guests, there was not a lot of work and our help was not needed.

general, I was drawn there rather exploited. Work should be able to like a machine and if the work done and the day was over, she wanted nothing more from me. The talk was doing almost no one with me. Even questions put to them was too much. I had the nerve and asked for a job or asked how something was done, I was told only, I should kindly look after yourself and work they had now no time to explain to me ... Well, that is good to hear. It was not very motivating, so I was drawn here never like a family, but simply as a worker. However, without pay. Peppers and zucchini also were not very expensive boards Accommodation ...

The only concession was composed of irregular Onsenbesuchen. We were even paid. But when considering that the shower of employees in a cold and dirty cellar hole was, which houses all sorts of animals, then I'm not so sure if I should give them credit for it as generosity.

Among other things, I had chosen this family because she had indicated in their profile all sorts of exciting activities. Potters, bread and cake baking, produce sweets to build a farm shop, Waldhaeuser, fishing, an art gallery, and more.
From the way they reported these things, I concluded that we could all get there and I was really excited and looking forward to it. After a few days ago I noticed, however, that we do all that was not available. Not even in our days!
I asked even once since right after the lace and I was told that the pottery was not here, but when my host mother Kumi home in Tokyo. Moreover, the consumption of wood would be much too high and they did it only for groups that paid ... When I heard that, I was rather disappointed. Kumi
I told that I had already worked in Germany as a pastry chef, but she is not interested in German bakery and did not even show me some Japanese. No Time!

If I would have not had James, with whom I could at least from time to speak about the situation, I would probably be gone after a week.
Kumi had told me on my first day already, that most departed after this time, unfortunately, again, because the employment is so exhausted, but I think even more that it is because we feel there is probably not right can ...

passed from Still and things that calmed me something and why I still weiterversuchte.

The first consisted of a Craftsman weekend, involving many different craftsmen put up in the farmland their tents, stalls built and extolling their self-made things. That was exciting, even though I had little time to look in the things, because through the many visitors who put on the show to do in the restaurant had our hands full.

However, I made friends with some of the nice people and was gifted to the conclusion in them and asked to visit her here and there, if my travel randomly passes.
evening they took me to their camp fire, we drank sake and beer, talking (though I could improve my Japanese a lot, because under some alcohol talking is just easier), laughed a lot and I enjoyed those hours friendly society to the fullest. In a
these occasions, I also realized that my cell phone under one of the trees where I had just sat, even welcome. On the whole terrain has so far so I had no success. Now I could finally write my friends and my family. There was a PC are there, but James used it whenever I just had the same idea. :)

It did me truly sorry when the workmen were leaving again. It immediately became very quiet and quite lonely on the farm. I would have liked underground again worked so much if they had stayed for that and we can continue would have looked funny evenings.

also my first trip to the mountains one of the things that I reserve will not forget and have very good memories.
I had in the first few days asking about places that were easily accessible and where I wanted to go on my first day off.
Among other things offered to the Kurumayama, a mountain that is very well developed for tourism and winter serves as a ski resort. I had to get into the mountains - because I had them every day in your face was this desire is greatest and I was planning to climb the Kurumayama.

I was really lucky. On my day was sunny and by chance, two employees of a branch of restaurants, the daughter Haseyans belonged to the Canadianfarm. After breakfast, they wanted to go back and that was just on my Way. So I had found my first lift already comfortable.

In the city I was even able to take care of conveniently placed my post, because in the vicinity of the farm where I worked, it was not something naturally again.

was Incredibly, in the other restaurant my second lift. A father with his daughter, who lived near the said mountain, and wanted to take me happy. They even drove me straight there!

could With such a start the day but only go well. I bought a ticket for the ski lift and a piece went up another hill, to a small Cafe. From there, I climbed to the summit and enjoyed the view. The weather was really lovely and we had an incredible view. I felt so free and easy that I did not want to actually down.
But I still had some before and decided after a few hours in the lofty heights to descend. On the way down, I allowed myself in the little cafe to refuel another hot cocoa by forces. Then I took the gondola back down and went on the path that would lead me to Kurumayama. Unfortunately, it was
to rise for a late already. I wandered and wandered, and the mountain still seemed not to come closer ... About two clock so I went back again.
There was another place in nearby, which should be very pretty and I wanted to see me so much.

I went to the mountain road that was just easy cruising, trying to hitchhike. But this time, I did not like. Until I was about forty-five minutes gone, was a truck driver and took me to the rest of the road.
The place I looked at myself now called himself Kirigamine. But it was far less spectacular than the mountains, which I had just left and I was a little disappointed. As handsome I unfortunately could not really describe. A trail, some shops and a small bed of roses.
latter seemed worth a closer look and I looked at the animals. A group of cowboys sitting in a Shelter and drank coffee and I was greeted by a cute sausage dog wagging its tail.

When I looked at the sign looked at on a short riding tour was touted by the area and I just wondered if I venture that fails, (the last time I had about 15 years sat on a horse), I called out to one of the Cowboys, where I was then.

"Germany" I replied. That seemed to care much, because now they asked me to sit on one of the Folding chair and a place even jumped from it to me on the next Getraenkeautomaten to take anything to drink.

telling " me that two years ago a boy from Germany a few months had worked for them and they still had contact with him. He lives in Stuttgart.
What a coincidence. The group could hardly stand in amazement and asked if I know him. Unfortunately, I said his name was nothing, but I was asked to align him this and that ... As if Stuttgart is a one-horse town. I will certainly meet him by chance after my return in the S-Bahn ...

We talked for a while. They were very nice people. A grandfather (who was very hearing loss), his son, his grandson (who was already at least mid-twenties and lived for ten years in New Zealand had) and his friend, who had been with him there.
worked in the winter as a snowboard and ski instructor and said if I wiederkaeme, they would teach me skiing.

We had a nice afternoon together and to six when it started getting dark and I are so ready to leave did, they asked me when I then would have to be back on the farm. Well, I was an adult and no one cared about me, so it was not really matter, but I did not like hitch-hiking in the dark where it was harder to see and Haramura was not exactly around the corner.
But to my surprise they invited me to dinner. Then they would drive me home, they promised me.
Wow
surely took me and after we had brought back the horses on her farm and supplies (I was allowed to help catch them and the front of the big horse transport ride) we made our way to her apartment.
Only it was not flat, but a real hotel, right on Kurumayama, which they operated.

There was spaghetti carbonara, pineapple and various vegetables. Your dachshund I had already taken her to heart and he was sitting all the time on my lap.
bad I had to work the next day. It was so cozy that I did not really wanted to go.
But unfortunately everything has an end and so I broke and the two guys at half past ten on.
But the ride was very funny and she promised me some time to take the evening with the bowling. (Works but never xD)
It was late when I arrived at the farm and no one was home except Kumi. The others ate dinner somewhere outside ...

The other day I was brought artistic happiness. And while I was watching in a quiet moment, the sister of Haseyan in how they stuck on a lamp shade on Japanese Art. To this end, she used different colored paper and made the translucent effect advantage to put colored highlights. This was the first really interesting thing I saw here.
And it was even better! Because she showed me two old lampshades, which ripped the paper covering was and asked me to help her and one of them to restore my way. Unfortunately, I
came on this day only so far as to remove the old cover and clean the Rohgestell, then the work called again, but my following holidays and evenings free rainy days I spent now trying to paste the screen. That made it so fun that I tried, despite blunt kids plastic scissors to go into detail and decorated the various sides not only with plain paper, but small images such as chickens, goats, flowers, dragonflies, butterflies and autumn leaves, to be able to concern me longer so. Of course I had to
him when I leave behind, for he belongs despite all not me, but I still had had much pleasure from this pastime, and I would not anyway have been possible, place them in my backpack. :)

About two weeks had passed since James came with my host father in a big fight. James was now definitely too much now and he was probably the first WWOOFers, his opinion about expressing the irregularities loud when it ended with my host father him are obviously could not and I now constantly protested, "What a good worker I was in contrast to James, because for me they needed to not look when it was working "and similar nonsense, the very insulted me because ultimately I was not a dog that begged for his favor and therefore mustergueltig behaved.
These remarks made me so angry that I took a sample of James and Haseyan also said what I thought.
And one does not consider it possible, but he apologized to me! Even properly subdued, he told me he felt very bad when he knew he had offended me and I hate (!) Himself for ... I still do not know if he's joking. Somehow I have the feeling that this was just for show. He is far too self-confident and of itself taken to protect yourself from someone like me to humiliate Sun
But that same evening he invited us to sushi and okonomiyaki in the city ...

Why, one must first of people like him like trash to be treated, until a good-natured character pulls out of patience, only to be appeased again by acts such as these, and you think guiltily, to have in the person may have been mistaken and labeled it wrongly as a slave driver ... Something irritates me.

Sorry James grabbed a couple of days later won his things and went on to Korea. In that moment, I envied him greatly. Even if I myself was fed, I still possessed (in this case perhaps false) sense of duty and did not simply disappear. I had with them over time mail identified namely to help the whole of September and because of me they had so maybe others rejected and WWOOFers my help scheduled.
I wanted them at least given a deadline and so I announced to go next week Monday. (For the weekend was safe again busy and even if I had compared to felt my host family does not regret, let them sit with the whole work, it was still too dear people I did not do that to the increased stress. Eriko as , the friend of the family. She was always very fond of me and have a soul of man. Always concerned for my welfare, and kindhearted. Or the couple who was very eager and have worked there for six months. I wonder how they have endured the ...)

I had already searched the internet for a new host family and a nice woman found in Matsumoto. This place seemed very interesting, because Kazuko-san unfortunately had a physical disability, sat on their information in a wheelchair and I found that you had to be very strong when it is in this state, managed to order several boxes to take WWOOFers and to supply. Her reviews were excellent and so I decided to drive next week to Matsumoto, then I take a day off for me to see the city and the castle and then work with my new host mother a week before it on 2 October for the next family in the Gifu Prefecture went.

The last few days went by, of course not as fast as I gladly would have wanted.
But there is an event to mention that I have noted in my calendar with "Haseyans nice day":
This day was really strange. It started when my host father took me to the purchase of garlic and onions that he wanted to plant. On the way to town he went (see the Fuji "which means) extra by Fujimi. It was a small village, his name is also fair, because from there I actually saw for the first time the famous volcano. Funny thing was, yes, but then I'm climbing around on him, but so far he had never seen from a distance.
then bought Haseyan in the city even a crepe ...

Later in the day he took me on a trip to Suwa, where a small castle stands. I once had e'ect that I would look like this and because he remembers well. There was not even in the castle tour, but was topped with a restaurant and adjoining Onsenbesuch. (The latter, however, I was quite uncomfortable because we were the only guests and the owners, who believed we would be married (thank you for the compliment, he was almost 30 years older than me!), Offered us, we could be happy together in The Men. My host father would accept the offer indeed, but it was really no question for me deaf so I stood and walked straight to the women's field are.) stuff that does not exist ...

My last evening on the farm was this really nice, because Eriko invited me to a little restaurant, with their owners, she was friends with. There was Chicken soup, salad and even chocolate cake for dessert, which tasted fantastic!

The next morning she gave me as a parting gift: a bag of cookies and a muffin, but on condition that I Haseyan nothing about it and also kept for me, that she had paid the restaurant bill.
Then she drove me to the station and even as my train was waiting at the track and they made advantage that I am not versed in the building, they quickly ran to the ticket office and I had already bought my ticket to Matsumoto before I even Had time to protest, as I could with my heavy backpack hinterherschnaufen only. (After all, the card cost 700 yen, but that was not really necessary!)
not even say goodbye properly, I could, because the train did not last long here and Eriko pushed me towards panic barrier. So I waved to her only once, then she was gone already in the crowd.

Eriko was by far the best thing that happened to me on this farm. I will never forget their generosity! Further, it is

in Nagano, Part II, with my time in Matsumoto: ne)

Mata
Kira