The last couple of days made me think, and I wanted to share this. I made a trip to Dartmoor in Devon, meeting some friends who kindly offered to take me on a walking trip around the moor. It started off as it was supposed to, met my two walking buddies Martin and Steve right on time, and we left the parking space in a very good mood and chatted our way up and down the hills. Dartmoor is a very beautiful area and I learned a lot about the tin mining business, that was going on here until the early years of the 20th century. You can still see the remains of buildings, but they are so overgrown that you have to know what you are looking for. Also, you can see a lot of „tors“ on the hill tops, large, free-standing rock outcrops. We got a tiny bit lost, walking down into the village in the end, but as Martin said: „All roads lead to Rome“, we found it alright.
„All roads lead to Rome.“
In the village we went straight into the local pub for a pint, and said our goodbye’s afterwards. The guys left, and I went to the bar to get another drink, when Steve returned and told me that I’ve got a flat tyre. This is not what you want in the middle of Dartmoor without phone reception and the payphone not taking international calls, when your travel insurance agency is in Germany and you just have the German emergency number. But you are lucky when you meet and know people who will help without asking or hesitation. So, within minutes, this got sorted out for me. I was driven up the hill until I got a signal on my phone, I called the insurance company, and got back to the pub, where they had found my purse in the meantime. I had left it there in all the excitement that was going on and I only noticed when I was getting back into the pub. I waited there until the guy from the english breakdown service arrived. It took a while, and I couldn’t phone again, but I had WiFi, so a friend of mine, being in Germany, called them again and reassured me, that it was taken care of.
“Rome wasn’t built in a day”.
Shortly afterwards, Marc, the super-friendly guy from the english RAC Breakdown Cover appeared and installed the spare tyre, the one we hadn’t been able to get off the car before, Steve and Martin tried, but it had kind of rusted into the car over the years. I wasn’t sure if Marc would be able to get the thing off, after he had tried it for several minutes, but he turned to me and said: „Rome wasn’t built in a day. I assure you, it will come off.“
And of course, it did, and the car was ready to go again soon after that. Also, we had a really good chat out there in the parking space.
So, Rome has been my constant of the day, together with the massive wave of friendliness that came my way. I felt and I am still feeling so grateful, I can hardly express it in words. This was definitely a day to remember and a reminder that you should put yourself out there and engage with others, that’s something I tend to forget since I enjoy being on my own so much. So, here’s to Rome, good friends, old and new, and the exciting life on the road, that wouldn’t be possible without them.