For most part of the trip, I felt like I was gatecrashing a senior citizens' party. But also extremely thankful because the old folks were incredible friendly and warm. Smiles and hellos flowed as freely as the river that ran through the valley. The atmosphere was relaxed and it was obvious everyone was having a good time.
The journey began in Frankfurt city, where I caught a train to the town of Mainz. From there, the hourly train departing to Bacharach would take me another 50 minutes, and my advice to anyone doing this route - run. The time frame for you to locate your train number, its platform and generally just figuring out where you are and hitting the door open button on the train is 5 minutes. Be Superman fast.
Me? I didn't make it and honestly it pissed me off to no end. But, I reminded myself if this was the way I wanted to start my day. So I thought to myself - cup half full. Let's explore Mainz!
In that short hour, Mainz in my opinion did itself proud. The alleyways and small paths that veered away from town held surprises at every turn. My favorite photo I took in Mainz was of the lone tree against the white wall. Locals might have thought me crazy spending a good 15 mins lingering at the same spot trying to get a good photo.
The smallest details delighted me to no end, for example a abandoned bicycle parked on yellow dried up grass. A few people who walked pass gave me weird looks, but maybe what they saw was nut job. For me, I saw the sun shining through the grass, making it a delicious hue of semi transparent yellow that literally glittered.
The train ride to Bacharach was pleasant, with the view getting better as it neared my destination.
Bacharach. The charming old town totally knocked the cover of my lens. I mean, you dream but you can't really believe being there. A ridiculously over-sell as this might sound, please remember I am a city boy. In Singapore. So you can imagine my wonder the moment I stepped onto the train platform.
Centuries old architecture, cobbled streets dotted with cafes and diners. A castle atop the hill that overlooked a gorgeous river that ran through the valley. It was unpretentious the way only old towns could be, and it simply took my breath away at times (including those when I had to climb and climb). If I could share a thought - Explore Bacharach, and the town will reward you for your curiosity.
The ferry route from Bacharach to St. Goar from what I gathered on the internet is the most scenic. I thought it was really beautiful. Of course, head straight to the sun deck and grab a spot by the railing and watch the countryside go past, no less with the sun on your face and wind in your hair. It was amazing.
I set out on the trip, with this video in mind. It's my first attempt at moving photographs, I hope you enjoy it.
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