WE LEFT TOGETHER AND I ARRIVED ALONE
It was an old friend of mine the travel mate with
whom I left from Milan to cope the coldness of the wintertime in the northern Europe. We
brought the enthusiasm and our rollerblade underrating the strength of the wind by the
Northern Sea.
The first day we reached Hamburg and the next morning we were
already on the train to Westerland, the main town on the long narrow Sylt Island. Although
not being too cold, it was very windy and it hadn’t been a good idea to try to
rollerblad to the lighthouse at the northernmost tip of the island. In fact after few
hundreds metres we gave up and we proceed walking, but even then, we agreed the harbour
was a good shelter and we stayed there waiting for the ferry to Denmark.
It was getting late and, when we reached the Danish mainland in
Esbjerg, we found out the youth hostel closed. It seemed hopeless to get a cheap
accommodation in such small town in the darkness, hence we decided to take a train to stay
on as much as possible. It didn’t last too much, in fact at 1.00 am we got to the end
of the ride and they dropped us off. We found out alone in a tidy small station somewhere
in Denmark where there were anymore train till the
following morning. We sat thinking about what we could do when the light automatically
turned off and the room fell in a silent darkness. Outside it was so windy we could see
the road sign swing. We agreed it was not the case of wandering around looking for an
accommodation. We settled down our sleeping bags and we tried to sleep. It
wasn’t very cold inside the station, but it had been a long tiring day and both of us
were dreaming a bed.
Since the beginning my friend seemed quite fucked up and by the
time passing the fever was getting worse.
At 5.00 am he decided to go back to Italy.
I was a kind of perplexed being two people somewhere in Denmark
the third day of travel with my travel mate going back home.
What to do??
Obviously I insisted we would have waited few days in a hostel
for him to get better, but he stood the ground on his decision.
At
the end he took the train southwards and I proceed alone for 15 days. I’m
now still sorry for him to have missed almost the whole travel, but I found out travelling
by myself so interesting that this one became the first of a long series of independent
solo travels.
alby
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