Tuesday, September 28, 2010

"Ich bin ein Berliner!"





We arrived in Berlin at about 7:40am an overnight train from on Munich. This train required reservations and an extra 10 euro per seat for the "sleeper chair." The chairs, however, were not very conducive to sleeping. They were rigid, and provided little room for getting comfortable, despite reclining a fair bit. What little sleep that we got was frequently interrupted by the jostle of the train or discomfort. Oh well, next time we know to reserve a couchette to lie down on. We were unable to charge our laptop or connect to the internet on the train, so we spent the morning in the Berlin train station charging the laptop and getting the contact information for James, our English host in Berlin who accepted our request at the last minute.
Once we got our hosts info in order we went to get tickets for the local transport. After much investigation at a ticket kiosk (a Berliner commented that he thought that Marisa was gambling at the machine) it turned out that it would be less expensive to purchase daily passes than buying a 3 day pass, which was costlier because it factored in discounts at various attractions, restaurants, etc. Unsure of where to begin first, we consulted or "Let's Go!" book and picked out a square to head to. We got off the U-Bahn at Bradenberger Tor, where the Brandenburg Gate and Reichstag were located. Exiting the station, we were met by chilly, dismal, rainy grey weather which would last our entire time in Berlin (even as we write this on the train, we have yet to see the sun in 4 days). We approached the Gate, surrounded by the buzz from a rollerblading marathon that was going on around Berlin - how random. We wandered around bit and grabbed a bite to eat from the vendors outside the marathon. We gazed at the Reichstag and Brandenburg Gate, unsure of exactly what it was we were looking at. We looked at a city map and consulted our book again, but were left overwhelmed in this expansive, unfamiliar city. Immediately, Berlin made it obvious that it was nothing like Bavaria. Gone were the warm sunny days in open markets, the jovial crowds gathering over lunch and milling about casually, and the festival atmosphere. Berlin felt alien, less than comfortable.
We called James and made our way to his flat. After making acquaintances and loading pictures to our computer, we took showers (which were desperately needed) and changed into fresh clothes. As it happened, there was a Couchsurfing gathering that evening in which an Austrian couple were putting on a dinner for a small fee that would be going off at 8pm. James is rather active in the CS scene in Berlin and was going there early to help set up. We asked if we could tag along, and he said that we would probably be permitted to join, though we didn't sign up on the CS event page.
Upon arrival, we met Sophia and Stefan, the couple who were putting on the event and a few others - two girls from China, a couple from Milan, and a French kid. They were in the midst of cooking for the meal and we immediately offered our help. We chopped garlic and parsley, whipped egg whites, and prepared a batter for the various dishes that were being prepared - traditional Goulash (also vegetarian style with mushrooms), a baked pasta of sorts with ham, pasta, egg (also a vegetarian option with pasta and caramelized onions and braised cabbage) and a baked desert with philo dough and meringue. In the hours leading up to the start of the function we chatted and got to know everyone over wine and beer. Sophia eventually asked if we could help serve the courses to the guests, which we happily agreed to. As most of the guests arrived, we helped to serve each course and in between serving, we enjoyed heaping mounds of each. It was all new, hearty, homemade food. We met a lot of great people that night. Sophia and Stefan were terrific. They were so grateful for our help; they kept pouring us glass after glass of a new, unique Austrian wine. As we came to find out, they are in the process of opening up their own Austrian wine shop in Berlin. Stefan passionately and animatedly described each wine, the region it came from, the winemaker, and the conditions in which it was made and stored. The whole thing was a real treat and we were so thankful to be there. A few days later, Sophia sent us a lengthy email describing Vienna, all the places we must visit, and an array of helpful information. They were so incredibly nice.
As things were winding down at the dinner, a small group of us decided to head to an iconic nightclub, Techeles. It turned out to be a rather unique place with five stories, each level very different than the last. The entire building, inside and out was covered in graffiti. And by covered, literally every square inch was painted. One level had loud typical dance music thumping, and another had a cool rockabilly vibe about it, another with eighties remixes spinning with lasers strobing about the room, and most levels also had artists exhibiting their paintings, jewelry, photos, and other mixed media work.
The next day we visited the East Side Gallery, which is the longest remaining stretch of the Berlin wall that still stands at 1.3 km long. The entire length of the wall is dedicated to murals from artists from various countries. We walked along slowly, digesting each artist’s mural. Afterwards, we grabbed lunch and went to the Checkpoint Charlie museum. This museum was wonderfully informative and detailed events and forces that lead to the building of the wall, the various ways that many attempted to cross, successfully or tragically not, the lives that were wrenched apart, and the struggle towards the fall. Prior to our visit, neither of us truly understood what events took place here and what they meant. We are both thankful that we got to experience this, and have a greater understanding of "The Walls" place in history -however we are both sort of...stunned at how little we knew about it considering its relatively recent significance. It does put Berlin into a better perspective for us though. This is a reincarnated, new young city and it shows. The architecture of post WWII living spaces and modern commercial spaces melding with the historical buildings that remain from multiple empires of the past occupied by a diverse, energetic people create a dizzying vibe that is unlike any city I've been in before. We heard a quote that seems to sum up the changing face of this city - "Paris will always be Paris, but Berlin will never be Berlin."
On our last day to visit Berlin, we went to an exhibit called Topographies of Terror, which was set in an open air segment of a basement that the Gestapo had worked out of during WWII, set a few feet back from where another portion of the Berlin Wall still stands. The exhibit mainly focused on detailing the rise of Nazi Germany, its propaganda, and the ways in which it diligently and horrifically eradicated, displaced, and killed masses of people in effort of world domination. Directly from here we took a train to catch a free walking tour of Berlin. The tour began at Brandenburg Gate, and wound through the city stopping at various points of interest including Hitler’s last bunker where he ultimately killed himself, Checkpoint Charlie, Bebelplatz (where Nazi students burned 20,000 books), a Jewish Holocaust Memorial, multiple museums and cathedrals, an opera house, and Humboldt University. Quite a great tour put on by a captivating guide from London. Later that night we grabbed some food at the Weinstephan Restaurant. I had roast pork with crackling and dumplings covered in a rich beer based sauce with stewed cabbage and bacon on the side. Marisa's bread with cheese was less than great with an obnoxiously rank cheese that was enough to put off two lovers of rather strong cheeses.
Now, on to Amsterdam where we have a Couchsurfing host waiting to put us up for at least 3 nights!

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Oktoberfest...







... was not what I expected. I had anticipated mobs of tourists falling all over each other drunkenly in big tents. Some pretzles. Maybe some dudes in funny attire. Yes, fine, there was actually a lot of that. However, the number of locals in attendance exceeded the amount of tourists by quite a bit. And they were all decked out in old school Munich 1700's getups! We were actually really confused when we got onto the subway and started seeing people dressed like that. I was convinced that they were just proud of their heritage and dressed like this year round. This may seem obvious and silly to you, but there were SO MANY people dressed like this, and of all ages- men, women, grandparents, babies, teenagers, everyone. All of these people wouldn't be going to a beer drinking festival, would they?? In fact they would. I didn't realize the extent of the festival. When we walked in for the first time I was in awe. Mobs of people were walking amoungst street vendors selling everything from pretzles to schnitzle. There were rides for all energy levels- merry-go-rounds, crazy swings that were 200 feet in the air, roller coasters, flume rides, the list goes on. In fact we couldn't even find a beer tent at first, we just walked around gazing at everything. I seriously felt like I was in Disney World.

Of course when we did finally find the tent, the awe struck us again. These tents fit 10,000 people. Each! We enter to see mobs of drunken Germans dancing on tables, singing to the live music and drinking beer out of mugs that hold 1 liter. Overwhelmed, we walk toward an area of the room that seems to have emty seats. A couple guys called us over, "hey, you can sit with us, we could use some more Americans." Was it that obvious? They were a couple army guys from Texas, and they took quite good care of us that night. They bought us a round, and food, and a couple souvenier photos that one of the "beer maidens" had snapped of the two of us. It was definitely a lot of good time but we were in bed by 7 pm.

The next day we did a lot of walking around and actually riding some of the rides (some of them were way too scary- these Germans are crazy!). We went in and out of a few different tents before settling on the HofBrau tent. We were a little concerned that we weren't going to be able to find seat- this was the most crowded tent and in order to be served you needed to be in one. A maiden with a handful of beers sees us and pawned a few off on us. She wasn't too concerned about our lack of seats. Shortly thereafter we made friends with a group of German and Belgian guys and enjoyed a slightly more paced out version of the singing and crazy Germans dancing on tables that happened the day before.

By the time we finished up with the UK, Ireland, and Munich I was ready to be done with beer for quite a while.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Shpreken zee Englisch?








So we have arrived in Germany!

Our last day in Ireland we visited the Cliffs of Moher. The clouds cleared up just enough to make for a beautiful view, but not quite enough to see the Aran Islands in the distance. Getting there was certainly interesting, though. We had to buy bus tickets because the trains don't run out that far. The roads that got us there wound back and forth up an extremly steep hill, just about 180 degree turns, and very sharp. I was shocked that the bus was able to make it. Following the Cliffs we took 3 trains down to Trallee, a little village just outside the Kerry Airport.

Our flight in the morning was at 9 am so we were up around six. The train got us to about a mile outside of the airport and we walked the rest of the way. The airport is so small it was really rather amusing. It reminded me of the one in Wings, just a small cafe and two gates. Ryan Air has a very strict carry-on policy. Each person can only bring one, including a purse, and they have size restrictions, which our packs were definitely just slightly over. Checking a bag is expensive, something like 40 euro, so that wasn't an option. We spent a few minutes compressing everything as much as possible, filling our pockets, and wearing an extra layer as to not have those things in the bags. They let us pass!

We spent most of the plane ride attempting to memorize key German phrases without laughing. Our flight was into Dusseldorf... or so we thought. In reality it was into Weeze, which is an hour and a half train ride away from the city. We had to take a bus to the train station, and then a train to Dusseldorf, and finally a 5 hour train ride to Munich. The last train we took was really, really, REALLY nice. We thought we got onto a first class car, but when we walked to the front we realized we were in coach. Sweet. There was a cafe and bar, plugs to charge electronics, foot rests, automatic sliding glass doors that opened upon approach, and separate cabins for business meetings or anything else. It went about 300 kilometers an hour.

Once in Munich, it took us some time to get our bearings. The Lets Go book told us to take tram 17 to the tent, but we couldn't figure out where to buy a pass, or which pass to buy. We found a ticket machine and it looked like the best option was the 3 day City Tour Card Partner. We put money in the machine (a nice crisp bill), and it fed it right back out to us. We try again with the same response. A local tells us that they don't take notes. Great. Now we have to find someone to break a 50 euro bill. Good thing we practiced. We found a cafe that would break it for us, but I felt very pathetic not being able to ask in German. Luckily when I asked, "shpreken zee englisch," I got a positive response. We were able to buy our pass, and hopped on a tram to the Tent a few minutes later.

The Tent was a very good decision. It looks like a giant campground, with several large, circus sized tents erected among some trees, a few huts with currogated metal roofs, gravel pathways, Christmas lights criss crossing the entire property, and a raging bonfire surrounded by young people from all over the world. Awesome. We check in, find our beds, and set out to see if Oktoberfest was still going on at this hour. Apparently it wasn't, so we figured we would just walk and find something.

After passing some shady bars and strip clubs we happen upon a traditional beer garden. We walk in, but can't seem to find a bar anywhere.... very strange. A gentleman working there points us in the direction of a narrow downward winding staircase. We walk down a few steps but quickly turn around. He must have been pointing somewhere else. We walk around the room with stupid looks on our faces.... WHERE WAS HE POINTING??? Another gentleman points us in the direction of the same stairs. Down we go... down, down, down.... surely this is where they send all of the stupid Americans to die. We finally reach the bottom, and low and behold there is not a utility closet in front of us, but a massive brick beer cellar with arched cielings split into 3 enormous rooms. We see the bar, as well as hundreds of long tables and benches inviting us to come sit. We do.

After practicing how to order a beer (eesh mersh teh Bock?) I freeze up when the waitress comes over and mumble, "eh.... bock?" She gives me a puzzled look and asks me if I want a menu in English. Yes, that would be great. It was smooth sailing from there on out. We enjoyed their lager (served by the liter!)which came out of a wooden cask, as well as a cheese board, and eventually made our way home.

The past 2 days we have been enjoying Oktoberfest, but more on that later. We are checking out of the tent in a little while, spending the day in Munich, and we will be taking the overnight train to Berlin.

Prost!

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Connemara








We spent one night in Galway at a hostel called Barnacles. We heard some great live Irish music at a pub and called it a rather early night. Barnacles, as well as most of the other hostels in Galway jack up their rates for the weekend so we decided to take a bus to the countryside. Clifden is a small town nestled in the hills of Connemara on the outskirts of County Galway. It took about two hours to get there but the views the entire ride were stunning. There was a hostel about two doors down from where the bus dropped us, so we unloaded our bags and then walked around Clifden. There were really only three main streets in the town, mostly we were just checking out pricing of menus and different B&Bs (even though there were only three streets, there were about 20 B&Bs right there). We also visited a tourist information office and got some information on the Connemara National Park as well as some biking trails in the area for the following day.

Yesterday.... it rained....alllllll day. We checked out of our hostel and into a cheaper one that had wi-fi (oh yeah, and we bought a mini laptop in Galway!!) Maybe if we had our own bikes we would have still gone for a ride, but when you are renting them at eighteen euro per bike per day, it should be a nice day. Instead we grabbed ingredients for a picnic at a few different shops and had a hostel picnic with a bottle of wine. It was nice. :) Dinner was home-made (we've decided that wherever we are leaving our backpacks for the day is where we call home for the moment) macaroni and cheese made with two kinds of Irish Cheddar, with vegetables and Irish soda bread. We made plans to go out to hear a band play at ten, but we both fell asleep by eight. Apparantly we needed some rest; we ended up sleeping for about 11 hours.

Today it was still raining but we still hadn't really seen what Connemara had to offer so we put on our rain jackets and started walking. Sky Road was one of the reccomended bike loops, and apparently a highlight of the region so we figured we would try it on foot.Though the rain made things rather soggy, it never made the walk laborous or unpleasant. The road wound around a high hill, overlooking an inlet that lead out to a larger body of water. We passed by a patchwork of fields, separated by ragged stone walls ands populated with horses, sheep, and/or cows.We stopped to snap a few photos of two horses in a field rather close to the road, and we wound up making two new friends. They eargerly approached as close as they could and were very interested in us (perhaps they thought we had food). They let us pet their snouts and were very friendly - you know you've made it with the "in crowd" when the locals approve! The scenery was mystical and all of the plant life was so vibrantly green and saturated with rain - it was quite beautiful. We ran into a woman who sold us cheese at the market yesterday walking and she told us that heavy fog was rolling in thickly and we had better turn back soon. We did end up turning around, but cut down into some smaller roads and paths, but eventually made our way back up towards Sky road.

We had seen an abandoned castle in the distance earlier on our walk, and decided to make our way to it. We shared an unpaved lane with a few meandering sheep and cows. They didn't mind us. When we were about 10 meters from the castle (it was labled a castle on the sign, but I feel like I may be giving the false impression that this was large and grand. No, no. It was small and quaint) our path went under about a foot of water, and either side fenced off to private property. I decided to scale the grassy knoll that protruded from the fence; Andy hopped it. I ended up with wet feet, and as Andy was hopping back over the fence I saw a sign on it that read "BEWARE OF BULL". Ha. Within a few minutes of being at the castle, the weather began to clear up, and a short while later it was a beautiful sunny day. A few other couples were out and about walking and we would stop and chat with them for a few minutes. We ended up walking around for about 4 hours this morning and afternoon and took TONS of pictures. As we were approaching Clifden on our return, the fog started settling back in.

We had checked out of the hostel this morning, but Richard, the very kind owner told us we could leave our bags and feel free to use the facilities for the rest of the day. We changed our socks, made lunch, and booked a hostel for tonight in Galway. Right now we are on the bus headed that way.

***For those of you wondering, no we have not given up on couchsurfing. We tried finding couches in Galway without success, but we were tipped off that we might have trouble in general in English speaking countries. Apparently a lot of Europeans like to host in order to practice their English, making it much easier for us. So, for the remainder of Ireland we are doing hostels, and we already have one booked for Munich. We are currently on the search for hosts in Berlin and onward.

Cheers!
Andy and Marisa

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Scariest Moment of the Trip so far... or How a pint of guinness can cost you 900 euros...





Post-dated from 9/16/10.



Yesterday was a long travel day. When all was said and done we took three trains, a ferry and a taxi. If only there was an airplane we could have John Candy star in a movie about it. (No more lame jokes, I promise.) Unfortunatly by the time we got to Belfast, the last train for Dublin was long gone so we found a hostel. Our cabbie was rather amusing and trying to sell us on a "Black Taxi Tour" of the murals, which actually would have been pretty interesting if we were planning to spend any time in Belfast. In retrospect it probably would have been way cooler than what we ended up doing today.

This morning we woke up and took advantage of the free breakfast (coffee, tea, a box of cereal, and a loaf of bread that you could make toast out of if you pleased), then caught an early train to Dublin. Originally we had planned to do a few nights here, but the more people we talked to, it seemed that Galway is the place to be. In particular we had an Irish bartender in a pub in Edinburgh who gave us tons of tips but her bottom line was, "go west," and it seemed our Let's Go book agreed. So that was settled. Of course how could we come to Ireland and not see Dublin and the Guinness Brewery, right? We had to pass through Dublin anyway so we stopped off.
The tour was disappointing. First, it was self-guided. For 11 euro, I want someone to whom I can ask questions. It was a big multimedia circus, and not even in the brewery itself, more like a museum/advertising blitz. There were some highlights, though. The original copy of the 9000 year lease signed by Arthur Guinness was on display, as well as some of the old/original machinery used. And of course there was the pint waiting for us at the top, in the Gravity Bar. The views of Dublin were not bad.

We left the brewery and went to the nearest pub for lunch. The Old Harbour was a block away from the Guinness Storehouse, yet surprisingly not mobbed with tourists (too divey for most we guess). We were the only non blue collar old men in the place. Johnny was a bar regular I'm sure and decided to make friends with us. Most of the conversation consisted of he asking "where ye all from," and us explaining Rhode Island, and he saying, "enjoy ye time here," then stealing Andy's hat. I'm not sure whether he kept forgetting that he had already said all this, or if Irishmen just like to repeat themselves.

We decided to catch a 5:45 train to Galway. As we were walking up to the ticket taker, Andy tells me he can't find his ticket. By train ticket, I mean Eurail pass, as in our sole means of transport for the next three months that had just been validated and used for the first time THIS MORNING. That ticket. At long last Andy decides that he must have thrown it out with some other papers in the Guinness Storehouse... which closes at 5 (it is now approximately 5:30). With no other options he decides to run back. For the next half hour I sit and wait at the train station, researching the steps one would have to undergo to replace a pass... until he comes back... with the ticket! The staff must have thought he was crazy, but he went right to the trash can and started digging. The pass is now safely in my money belt and we are happily in Galway.

PS.... sorry for the empty posts everyone (ahem, SCOTT....) We realized that we could type up blog posts in Andy's phone and then copy/paste them into the blog when we had internet access. Except that doesn't work for blogger somehow. When you right click into the text box, there is no paste function to choose, and it you hit control+V.... you get an empty post. We did eventually find a way around it so it shouldn't be an issue any longer.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Overseas...

Right now we are on a ferry from Straraer, Scotland to Belfast, Northern Ireland. This is not like the Block Island ferry. There is a restaurant, several cafes, a movie theater, a nail salon, a bar, a computer room, and a gift shop. I am impressed.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

LONDON, BATH, EDINBOURGH







It's funny, Jeff told me before we left that he wasn't going to read our blog because he wanted to hear about everything first hand. At the time, I totally thought he had a solid point. I realize now that if I were to recount every detail here, I would be typing for a rediculous amount of time. In any case, we are keeping a pretty extensive travel journal to jog our memories when we are telling stories in a few months.

Currently we are in Edinbourgh. It is the most beautiful city I have ever been in, and small enough to explore on foot, which is quite a change after 4 days in London. We decided to stay in a hostel here, and found one last night when we got in to town. At ten pounds per night, this one fit the bill. I've learned that it doesn't matter how much effort I put in, I will always pronounce Edinbourgh incorrectly, as will all Americans.

Today we were major tourists. We walked to the top of Nelson Monument, saw the castle, did "The Scotch Whisky Experience", and I bought a plaid scarf (I was cold!). Tonight we are attending a literary pub crawl.

Yesterday we were in Bath, England. It's a quaint town in the countryside with ancient Roman baths. We couchsurfed with Charlie, who was probably the highlight of the quiet town. He introduced us to a "true" English cider- not the Strongbow or Cider Jack that we are accustomed to. We only spent one night there but it was relaxing.

Before that was London. To understand our time in London, I have to explain our CS host. Here in the UK, Queen Elizabeth is referred to as the "Queen Mother." Well if that is the case, Ewan must be the host father. When we arrived at his house, he showed us to our room, put pizzas in the oven (vegetarian for me), and told us to make ourselves at home. For our entire stay in London, he could not have been more hospitable. Each one of his couchsurfers was like his child. He kept an eye on us, made sure we looked in the proper direction before crossing the street, made sure we all stayed together, and when we finally did go out on our ow, there would be calls and texts to make sure we were all (8 of us at one point) okay. I have so many wonderful and hysterical stories about London, so many amazing people that we met, and we have Ewan to thank for it all.

Tomorrow we head to Dublin for a week in Ireland. I'm not sure what our situation with the internet will be, but we'll try to post again in a few days.

Monday, September 13, 2010

I was hoping to be able to update this more, but unfortunatly the trains do not have wifi as we expected. Tomorrow, plan on recieving an update! We ended up staying for an extra day in London because it was amazing. Yesterday we did Stonehenge and Bath, today we took a train up to Scotland.

Cheers!

Friday, September 10, 2010





Our first few days in London have been amazing. We did eventually find a host who we've been staying with for the past few nights- along with four other couchsurfers.

After a bit of a rough start on Wednesday morning(jetlagged and walking for a half hour in the wrong direction) we made it to Ewan's house. He made us pizza and we met Carla and Mathius, two couchsurfers from Austria. We all went over to Greenwich and explored that part of town, stopping at a few pubs along the way.

Yesterday we saw some of the main attractions and then at night went to this free underground art show- very interesting, ha d a scary twist to it. Strangly enough, with the free admission came two drink vouchers, so that was pretty sweet. There was an afterparty at a pub down the street where we met a bunch more couchsurfers- from Denmark, Poland, Turkey, and more. After that we went to this guys flat that must have been a penthouse or something- the views of London were amazing, no need to wait in line for the London eye.

We slept in this morning a bit and I think we are going to do the traditional English breakfast shortly. What else...twiglets are gross.... the ethnic food here has been wonderful though.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010





We've officially arrived in London! We'll update with more details later, but for now I just wanted to let everyone know that we are safe and sound.