The new one...

A new one... Not red... Stronger... much faster and more modern. 

No character I think... maybe we will get used to another. I am the one with history with the owner... not it. Name is Toothless...

He doesn’t take me with him often now. He said I am valuable. But I feel more like an exhibit of his old life. I want to be part again! But I insisted

Spontaneous weekend to Flensburg and Denmark on the list now. So here we go! 

Flensburg is apparently known for its tradition of rum... Toothless wasn’t allowed for that part so it felt like good old times!    

Since the owner has a sailboat of his own, he is most interested in ships of course.

(Side note: I am not allowed on his boat. Something about memories and boxes)

Old ships... something between a place where they are built and a museum. Old rotten things waiting for a new life. Maybe me being an exhibit wasn’t too bad after all... 

 Denmark has its special charme... I feel and hear the difference of the engine... more relaxed... less cold... It is an old kingdom with history. The short visit just gave a glimpse, but we will be back for sure!

There is this tradition among bikers and sailor. Go to Denmark and get a Hot-dog! 

Annie’s Hot-dog place is an institution for that. Close to the border... Since 1946!

With the same crowd of people he goes out the next day. They are off for a walk through the city to see the sights. The weather is not good but it is warm so i do not mind that much being left alone here. I do not like rain. People come and go but one of them is carrying a lot of stuff. He is dressed like my wearer for motorbiking. Also against rain. The same disbelief in the faces of the people while he gets bag after bag into the living room of the hostel. When the wearer comes back they get along well. Apparently they partly share a language other then English. They wan to do something together the next day but the wearer is tired so he stays. The other motor biker went to see some caves somewhere. 

This time they really are going together. Tomorrow we are on the road again and will visit the caves with him. The evening  one of the young girls welcoming people and belonging to the hostel makes pancakes. Everyone is invited and it turns out to be really homely feeling. Like a family. That evening the wearer also asks a girl to come with them to the caves. Rakov Scocjian. Special place for him. Lots of memories before me. She is in. But first off to drinking and looking at the city. They come back later but it is not over. They gather in the living room and a big unlabeled bottle of red liquid appears. Talking and talking. Exchanging stories. The wearer just likes all those people. I feel it. 

The three of them leave the next day. I am left here because again it is too hot. But I gather what happened later from bits and pieces. The three of them went there together. Had Lunch inside a cave with no light. One of them played his instrument. Just a long tube. They went swimming as well. Only my wearer and the woman come back. I wonder what happened to the other motor biker. They do not seem sad. Not at all. So I suppose he did not fall into a cave. Still wondering...

The next day they go to see the city again. The woman seems to be getting ill. I heard her coughing the night. So she gets me and I am wrapped around her neck. I like her. It is warm and feels full of energy. They walk along the streets, get ice cream and food. Looking at the market place and a police station later. There is something lost and they have to tell them. Later in a park they get excited as the police called them. Whatever was lost reappeared out of the blue. Now everything has to be quick. Running to the hostel getting the stuff and going to the train station. So is that it? Am I passed on again? They say their goodbyes and I am with a new wearer. He is left outside of the car she gets in and waves him goodbyes. The last I see of him is him walking off. I hope he will be alright...

We leave early. Even more mountains. It is cold. Although I have a purpose now I hope we do not stay too long. The humidity is high and I do not want to get wet again. Again we cross a border though. Just a few signs not even slowing down. He stops to buy something he glues in front of his motorbike. He did that already in the last country. The montains around us get smallers. Hills rather. We leave the motorway and enter the city of Ljublijana. He stops to feed the motorbike. It only drinks. No solid food. There is a couple looking a bit shocked next to us in the car. Something is stuck in the front of the car. My wearer gets a tool to pull it out. It is a dead bat. But they do not throw it away because the woman wants to have it, she is studying something with birds. There is some laughing and they talk for a while. About where we have been and why we end up here. I do not know exactly but it seems this city is special for him. Again we check into a hostel. This time I can read the signs. Are there only pretty young girls working at hostels? We get a bed in a 10 bed room again. After he drops me on the bed I hear him sitting down in the living room which is the entry at the same time. He is collection people to do stuff the night. Just talks to everyone that enters. A group of 6 leave the evening to get local beers at the river.

We are three motorbikes now.
The landscape is beautiful in the sun. Much better then it was in the rain. We make a nice round trip to see the sights. The big bridge we crossed is the first concrete bridge over a river build in this country.

The afternoon we say our goodbyes again. Sad. This seemed to be a relaxing place. And I did not fully dry. The rest of the day we are lead deeper and deeper into the mountains. It is getting cold. He puts on more cloth at a stop. He seems to be fascinated by something in a houses garden. It is shiny and kind of pretty but I have no idea what it is good for.

But it is getting warm again. The evening we arrive at a city were Linz is written on the signs. Also they put a sign where the hill (Berg) is. Weird people here. It was quite obvious.

We are received by a young man this time. Get our own room. A couchsurfer. this time it is a proper couch and no bed. Surfing is only done one the internet the evening though. They watch television the evening. People throwing arrows. It seems to be a competition. The POWER wins.

We are leaving again. The church of bones. Seems to be a mystical place. Is he searching for something there? We travel for an hour trough mostly small roads. The church is seem from far away with a skull on its top.
Heavy rain stops us for half an hour on the way. He is joking around with the people from the café we found refuge from the masses of water pushing through the streets ins waves.
I don't think he actually speaks their language. He still gets a coffee and ice cream for free.

The church itself is very small. Full of leftovers from humans. Is this the kitchen of a man eater? Why is he here then? A big chandelier made out of humans is hanging in the middle of the church. Later he tells me he wants to have one for his living room like this... I do not agree.. But then I am seldom worn in a living room.








We continue.

the rain does not stop. It seems like the worst flooding. Is the world going to end because of his visit to the church? Is this a punishment he was not cooked and added to the bones? I am glad of it as long as he dries me this evening somewhere. We continue to drive into darkness. This time no girl waits for us. A man, apparently one of those couch surfers. They do not know each other. No paper is exchanged and we have our own big room. All the stuff including me is hang to dry in front of an oven and in the bathroom. The host also drives a motorbike. But this evening they go by foot.
When my wearer comes back he is again weird. But happy. And no animals were involved this time.

He seems to like the city. Lots of looking at pictures on the office when he comes home.
But he does not stay. He is off again. Hopefully he does not meet dangerous animals this time.
Same as yesterday. He comes back not being fully himself talking about basements he was not supposed to be in the first place. Something about a private party. Apparently someone played the guitar so badly he grabbed it and spend hours singing an playing there. Should I be worried? Is that normal? The world seems so different here in this town.