Near the end of my Interrail last year, I decided to head to the Nürburgring. By the time the train got to Koblenz, Germany on the first day, I’d run out of time and had to head into the woods—up a hill behind some houses—to hammock for the night. Day two involved two hour-long bus rides to get to Adenau, and from there I hitchhiked to the Ring. Since I was the only one there with two massive bags, I stuck out a bit, and a track worker offered to drive me around to see the further parts of the Nordschleife after I’d watched the DTM FP1. By the time I got back to Adenau, I’d missed my bus and had to hammock again—this time in the woods next to a main road. Day three involved waiting for about two hours for a bus then realising it was Sunday and it wasn’t coming. After an hour in the rain and a 20-minute walk to a different town, I finally caught a bus and returned to Eindhoven.
