Not all those who wander are lost

The quote from the poem about Aragorn not only applies to my journey but also to today. I was in Hobbiton!

There, where you can visit the recreated Hobbit village from The Lord of the Rings and Hobbit trilogies...

On the way to Hobbiton, I was once again overwhelmed by the beauty of the landscape - somehow surreal. Unfortunately, the photos can only capture it to a limited extent, but I was rarely so impressed.

Arriving at the parking lot and without a recommended reservation, I was afraid I would have to wait hours for a free spot, or maybe I would get one tomorrow. The lady at the ticket counter then told me not to go too far because my tour starts in 10 minutes. Advantage of solo travelers: there are almost always individual spots available.

After being dropped off by the bus, you follow the guide past the houses in different scales through the village. The gardens are taken care of by some gardeners who can keep the harvest in addition to their salary.

The highlights are of course Bilbo's and Frodo's home Bag End and the visit to the Green Dragon, where I treated myself to a Stout included in the proud admission price, because:

The only brew for the brave and true

Comes from the Green Dragon

The bitter Stout was definitely the right decision because the swarm of bees left me alone.

After visiting the pub, it's back to the parking lot. As a conclusion, I have to say that I usually don't really like these touristy things, with getting your picture taken and guided tour, but it was great! Everything looks just like in the movies and is meticulously maintained (unlike other slowly decaying sets), so you really feel transported to the Shire.

Beer makes you hungry, so I (the prices at the Shire Cafe at the parking lot were discouraging) went back to Cambridge and treated myself to a delicious Fougasse (never heard of it before) there.

And because the campsite from yesterday was great and also strategically well located for tomorrow, I'm back here again.

Tomorrow it's heading south...

'The road goes ever on and on...

...

And wither then? I cannot say.' Bilbo Baggins