
It’s Friday. And I’m in we’re leaving Carinthia.
We have spent the week here.
In Villach, and Klagfurt, and Volkmarktstrasse.
And now we’re in the van, heading for Linz.
It’s been a strange week in many ways. As previously mentioned Carinthia is a very right wing part of Austria, and furthermore; Europe. The three towns that we have visited all share a common feeling on isolation.
Carinthia is an old part of Europe, and it has kept it’s traditions more then any place in Europe that I have visited to date. Carinthians like they way things are, it’s why they are so anti-immigration, it is why 60% of boys learn there sex-ed from pornography, it why the most popular party in the region is a far right group who have concerning links to times bygone.
Like how most small towns, people will get into habits and they don’t want those habits to be changed form the outside. The ’Townies’ are treated with nearly as much suspicion as the foreigners.
While walking through the town of Volkmarktstrasse with Sam we meet a couple:
“It’s not often you hear two London accents in these here parts!” The husband calls over in a Mancunian accent.
The couple, who have just bought a house overlooking the stunning countryside, tell us about the town and what it is like moving to an area as opposed to just visiting for a few days.
It surprised me that the two of them had been made to feel outsiders as they weren’t Carinthian.
As a white British male being made to feel like the unwanted foreigner was an odd idea to contemplate.
Be that as it may, the four of us in our big green and purple van have been made to feel very welcome in Carinthia. On one night out in Klugenfurt I was even give a bracelet with the colours of Carinthia on it!
What has really dawned on me this week is how we are experiencing all of these different towns and villages in a completely different way from those who live there and those who travel on holiday.
Because every day we are working, and because we have to eat diner in a restaurant every night we really are getting a taste of every town we visit: and we’re visiting hundreds!
Personally, this week has taught me that I could never live in the country- I need people, I need the feeling of anonymity, I need to be feel that there will always be something more for me to learn about the place that I live.
It almost makes me miss London…. Almost.