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Tuesday, 29 November 2011

Factoids!

Here are a few interesting stats and facts from our trip.

Number of days away: 120

Distance driven: 15,210 km
Days we drove: 54
Average distance on driving days: 281km

Number of photos and videos: 16,107 taking up 67.19GB

Countries visited: 16
- South Korea
- Germany (local name Deutschland, French name Allemagne)
- The Netherlands
- Belgium (local name Belgique)
- France (local name François, German name Frankreich)
- England (French name Anglais)
- Scotland
- Wales
- Spain (local name Espagna)
- Monaco
- Switzerland (local name Suisse/Schweiz)
- Italy (local name Italia)
- Austria (local name Österreich)
- Slovakia (local name Slovenska)
- Poland (local name Polska)
- Czech Republic

Things we've climbed:
- Salisbury Craggs, Edinburgh
- Catbells, Lakes District
- Arc de Triomph, Paris
- Eiffel Tower, Paris
- Dune de Pilat, Arcachon Bay
- The Dome of St Peter's Basilica, Vatican City

New foods we've tried:
- Scampi, England
- Haggis, Scotland
- Snails, France
- Weiswurst, Dachau
- Leberkäse, Dachau
- Curry wurst, Berlin

New oceans or seas one or both of us have seen:
- English Channel (Rachel)
- North Sea
- Irish Sea (Rachel)
- Atlantic Ocean
- Mediterranean Sea (Rachel)

Random things we still had in the cupboard when it came time to leave:
- pistachios from Belgium
- tea bags from Scotland
- tomato sauce from England
- coffee from France
- McDonalds mayonnaise from Italy
- chocolate from Germany
- pasta sauce from Poland

Saturday, 26 November 2011

Oddities from the Continent

Here's a list of some of the things we've learnt on our travels. Enjoy!

- In Europe people take dogs on trams, buses and trains, into restaurants and sightseeing. Not just little dogs, but GIANT dogs that could easily bite off your face or swallow a small child whole.
- I thought it was just a stereotype but headscarves really are all the rage for women over 50 in Eastern Europe.
- Public transport, when done right, is amazing. Australia has failed to grasp this fact.
- Trams are super cool
- You have to pay to use the toilets at a staggering amount of places including restaurants (even when you eat there), museums and shopping centers. It usually costs between .30 and .50 euros but the highest we paid was 1.50 per person in Venice. Paid toilets are most prevalent however in Germany.
- It's true: Italian drivers are crazy! Our closest chance of an accident happened on a motorway into Rome when a tiny car merged right in front of us while we were going 70 and they were going 40. Not sure how Matt managed it, but we survived.
- Driving at night in Poland is strongly not recommended.
- Actually, if you can, avoid driving in Poland at all.
- From our experience, Austria has a public holiday every week.
- We didn't see any of Maria's Favourite things in Austria.
- The French are mad for italics. They love using it for street signs. Ironically the Italians do not.
- You're phone company sends you a friendly SMS when you enter a new country.
- every country has weird names for other countries and cities. We call Deutschland Germany, the French call it Allegmange. Why don't we just use the original name?
- In some countries (Switzerland, Austria and the Czech Republic) you have to buy a sticker for your car to drive on the motorway called a Vignette.
- Other countries, like France, Spain and Italy, use tolls.
- Germany has the best roads but you don't have to pay tolls or buy a vignette. And the speed limit on autobahns is unlimited. The max our van would go however was 140km/hr
- no food in Germany comes with salad on the side
- French aires and German stellplatzes are dotted all over the country and are a great cheap place to stay.
- Cheaper take away places or kiosks usually only sell sandwiches, wraps, pastries, pretzels, burgers, kebabs, pizza or any other gluten containing food you can think of.
- Being gluten intolerant usually means you can't eat cheaply for lunch and usually have to have a sit down meal in a cafe or restaurant.
- the only language you really need to brush up on if you're going to Europe is French. You can get by with English pretty much anywhere else, but the French will only speak to you in English if you start the conversation in French.
- Internet cafes pretty much don't exist anymore
- McDonalds are wonderful for tourists. They have free wifi (sometimes even accessible without entering) and clean toilets (which are usually free).
- Several service stations still have attendants and subsequently the fuel is about 5c/L more expensive. Not knowing the language means you can't tell them to stop, no matter how hard you try.
- A lot of the newspapers have large pictures of naked women on them, sometimes on the front page.
- There are cigarette vending machines everywhere
- Nine out of ten songs on the radio in Europe are in English, even if it isn't the singer's first language. In France though they must have a certain quota of songs in French.

Rachel and Matt

The Homestretch

Well I am sitting here in Frankfurt Airport writing about our last week in Germany. We didn't really do all that much so this should be a short one.

After leaving the hustle and bustle of Berlin we dropped in to Hamburg for two nights. We stayed at a Stellplatz right in the city with a railway line going overhead and a McDonalds so close we could hear the attendants at the drive through asking "möchten Sie fries dazu?".

We spent a cold Thursday navigating the city, with its many canals and bridges, by bike. It was to be our last bike ride of the trip. We checked out the harbour area, which reminds me a lot of Honeysuckle with new buildings popping up everywhere, and the thriving main square with its town hall.

We then slowly made our way south to Frankfurt stopping overnight on Friday in Hannover in an empty caravan park (I triple checked the doors were locked that night) and Saturday night in Kassel in a cheap €7 Stellplatz. We didn't really do all that much as the weather was pretty terrible.

We then spent 5 nights in Frankfurt am Main (pronouced mine) in order to see the city, clean the van and pack our bags.

Monday we spent in the city. Of all the cities we have seen in four months, this one reminded me the most of our cities back home - tall skyscrapers and not too many old buildings. We started with a trip up to the observation deck of the Main Tower which revealed a very foggy view of the city. Luckily the sun was shining through some of the clouds which kept the temperature pleasent. We then had a great lunch in the city's main mall (pronounced main) and tried Ebbelwei, the Frankfurt dialect for Apfelwein (Apple Cider). After the initial shock of the odd after taste I grew accustomed to it and downed three glasses. Matt stuck to his new favourite drink - Weißbier.

On Tuesday we caught a tram to a nearby shopping centre and hung out there for a while just observing life.
Germany has been wonderful for that.

I must admit, I have a very soft spot for this country. It might be the language thing, but I find things easier here. I'm going to try and keep up my German so I don't go another six years before speaking it again. Lonely Planet has created a list of the top 25 things to do in Germany. We have managed to do 12 of them. These are their titles, not mine.
1: Bewitched by Berlin
3: Mad for Neuschwanstein
5: Bike Cruising in Hamburg
6: Romance the Rhine River
9: Floored by a Wall (the Berlin Wall)
10: Dresden's artistic alchemy
11: Dark moments in Dachau
13: Quaffing in Frankfurt (try the Ebbelwei - apple cider)
21: Versed in Wurst (try the sausages)
23: Prost! (drinks and traditional food at a beer garden)
24: Rambling through Regensburg
25: Happy at the Hofbräuhaus

Anyway, Wednesday and Thursday we stayed at home but this time there was no rest and relaxation in sight. We had to empty the van of stuff we didn't need, clean it and pack our bags. It may not sound like much but it was a big job! We amazingly ended up filling an entire wheelie bin with stuff we threw out. We had to clean out the waste water tank, the toilet cassette, fridge, all the cupboards (of which there were a lot), the kitchen, all our cooking things, the front mat and the floor. Fun times all around.

On Thursday night we headed into the city to celebrate our last night and found an awesome area of town to eat in. It reminded us a lot of Soho in New York where my cousin lives. It's crazy we were there exactly a year ago. After a wonderful dinner we headed home for our last sleep in our beloved home.

And that brings us to today. We successfully dropped off our van in Friedberg this morning and, to top off our trip, were driven to the airport by the same man who had taken us there 116 days earlier. He still drove incredibly fast while talking on his phone and writing in his diary. Some things never change.

Unfortunately our flight isn't until 7pm (we got to the airport at 12) but there's nothing we could do about that- we had to drop the van off in the morning. Now we're just killing time in the airport before the epic journey home. Sydney, we'll see you on Sunday morning!!

Sunday, 20 November 2011

Berlin: Part 2

Day 3: Sunday

Sunday started with a visit to Checkpoint Charlie, the major diplomat crossing from West to East Berlin. Only a few meters away is the Museum Haus am Checkpoint Charlie (BWP). This was the most bizarre museum either Matt or I have ever visited. It was founded in 1962, only one year after the wall was constructed, just opposite Checkpoint Charlie and documented, in real time, the stories of the wall.

Those who had successfully escaped would donate their means of escape and story to the museum and it would be added to the collection. It has grown in an ad hoc fashion ever since with new information or stories tacked on or squished into any available space. The exhibits seem like they have never been revised and they are written in changing tenses, are badly translated, are often in the tiniest font and go from floor level to the ceiling making it a painful strain to read.

That said, there are many hidden gems to be found amongst the incoherent babble. Most of these revolve around the true stories of those who successfully escaped East Berlin, despite a towering wall and the threat of imprisonment or death. The creativity of some of the plans was ingenious, and it was amazing to see real pictures of the people involved and see in person their means of escape. These included:
- refitting an engine in a car so that a person could be hidden in the newly created gap
- cutting holes in two side by side suitcases so someone could lie inside them in a car
- building a tiny tunnel 12m under ground and 152m long (57 people escaped over two nights)
- creating harnesses for a family of four who then used a power line fixed in the West as a flying fox
- two men built Europe's biggest hot air balloon from what they learnt in books so that them, their two wives and 4 children could escape. It used over 2000sq m of fabric.
- a home made propelled hang glider
- a musician hid his fiancé in a speaker

That evening we went to a 6pm showing of The Blue Man Group (BWP), New York's well known trio that is now running simultaneously in several countries. The show is so popular that they perform 6 shows a week in their purpose built theatre in Berlin. We really had no idea what we were in for and, after having seen the show, still don't really know how to describe it. It was an electrifying mix of theatre, art, comedy, live music, technology and audience participation. You'd have to see it to know what I mean. Words just wouldn't do it justice. It was unlike any theatre performance I've seen and the energy was infectious. Definitely worth it!

Day 4: Monday

Our day started with a chilly walk along the East Side Gallery, 1.3km of the wall that was saved from destruction and painted by 103 artists from all over the world in 1990. The majority of the paintings were repainted by the original artists in 2009 during a major and controversial renovation project. The most well known painting is Russian Dmitri Wrubel's 'Mein Gott hilf mir, diese tödliche Liebe zu überleben' (My God, help me to survive this deadly love) depicting the kissing communist leaders Leonid Brezhnev and Erich Honecker, inspired by the kiss they had in 1979 during the celebration of the 30 years of the German Democratic Republic's rule in East Germany. It became a leading symbol of the cold war.

We headed next to the LOXX Miniature Railway (BWP) much to the excitement of my man-child husband. Actually it was quite awesome. It was a miniature replica of Berlin with moving trains, trams, buses and trucks. Every 20 minutes night would descend on the city and it really did look like we were viewing Berlin from a tall tower. The attention to detail was amazing with every person and scene telling a story.

Our day ended with a visit to The Berlin Story, a museum detailing the last 800 years of Berlin history. It was superbly done and was essentially a walk through a history book with themed rooms, sound effects and video. There was almost no one there and I got rather creeped out in some of the rooms by the sound effects and creepy lighting. This peaked when, sometime in the 1950s, three guys wearing all black stormed into the room I was in on my own (Matt was one room behind me), kicked down one of the locked fake doors in an exhibit, went through it with a plastic bag, came out without it and stormed out after each having a go at smashing a fake bomb hanging from the ceiling that I was hiding behind. Matt and I, determined to get out as fast as we could, walked into the next room. The men stormed into this one, all eye balling us, then went out an emergency exit. It was one of the scariest things I've seen.

We skimmed over the next 60 years and safely made our way back to the foyer where I told an assistant at the front desk what I'd seen. He went down, came back with news that the emergency door had in fact been activated and thanked me for letting him know.

With nerves already at their wits end, we joined a group of people for a tour of a real Nuclear Bunker built in 1973 by the Americans right under the building we were in. In case of nuclear attack, the first 3792 people who made it to the entrance first would be let in. They would remain there for 14 days. The tour finished at the right time - the place was starting to give me the heebeejeebees.

Day 5: Tuesday

After four full on days in the city we spent Tuesday at home for some RnR. Ah it's a tough life.

Thursday, 17 November 2011

Berlin: Part 1

Berlin is a captivating and fascinating city. At times your heart aches for the oppression it's citizens were subjected to during the cold war and at others rejoices for the cultural and economic boom the city has recently enjoyed. It has something for everyone and it is too easy to get swept up in buzz of it all.

We bought a 5 day Berlin Welcome Pass (BWP) which provided us with unlimited train, tram and bus travel and great discounts (from 25-50%) off museums, restaurants, sightseeing places and shows. They cost only €29.90 each for the whole five days. Unlimited travel alone would normally cost over €30 so it's great value.

Our place of rest for six nights was a Stellplatz in the suburb of Tegel, a short walk and then train ride from the city centre. It was wonderful to be in the same place for a while. We arrived on Thursday afternoon and did some grocery shopping and chores. The next five days were then spent learning about Berlin's history, being entertained, eating wonderful food and soaking in the atmosphere. It was actually difficult to leave.

Day 1: Friday

Our first sight to see was the Brandenburg Gate, one of Berlin's most recognisable landmarks. There were a lot of people dressed up in uniform charging you to have your photo taken with them or to get your real passport stamped with West and East Berlin stamps. I'm not letting anyone go near my passport thank you very much.

For lunch we tried Berlin's famous Currywurst, wurst smothered in tomato sauce and curry powder. Very tasty.

We then wandered over to the Bundestag, Germany's Parliament House and the site of the old Reichstag which burnt down in 1933 one month after Hitler came to power (see I've been keeping up with my studies with Mr Bevan). Visitors are welcome to go up the massive glass dome on top but when we got there we were told you have to book three days in advance over the internet. We therefore passed on that one.

For the rest of the afternoon we hopped on and off trains, trams and buses just making our way from place to place seeing sights such as Alexanderplatz, Berlin Cathedral, Museum Island and the Victory Column.

Day 2: Saturday

Our day started with a sombre visit to the Denkmal für die ermordten Juden Europas (Memorial for the murdered Jews of Europe). It was opened in 2005 and consists of 2711 concrete slabs of various heights arranged in a grid pattern and evenly spread over 19,000 square meters. It's quite a sight to behold. Underneath the memorial lies a subterranean museum which was excellent. It focused on the individual stories of Jews who lost their lives with real diary entries, family stories and a sound exhibit where the name and story victim are read out. To do so for every victim would take over 6 years.

The memorial was very controversial at the time. There was opposition from Germans and Jews alike, and during its construction it came to light that the company that made the anti-graffiti coating was the same company that made the poison gas Zyclon B during WWII. Awkward.

We headed then to the modern Sony Centre in Potsdamer Platz and had lunch at the Corroboree Australian Bar and Restaurant, mainly because we wanted to see how Australia was portrayed. It depicted a very different Australia to the one I know and love including:
- Kangaroo and crocodile on the menu
- Didgeridoos as balustrades
- The words Sheila and Bruce on the dunny doors
- Cocktails called Melbourne, the Coathanger, the Flying Kangaroo
and Blue Mountain
- Napkins that say "welcome down under"
- Movie screen with fake tropical aquarium
- Green and gold lighting
- Aboriginal paintings on the walls
- A Sydney harbour bridge footbridge
- "Newcastle Brown Ale" (actually from Newcastle-upon-Tyne)
- bottles of 'Aussie' tomato ketchup. Oh how I hate the word ketchup.
Luckily the food was amazing.

Across the road was Panorama Point (BWP), a lookout with a great view of Berlin in the setting sun.

After the heavy hitting Jewish Museum we were in the mood for some light entertainment so went to the cinemas and saw Anonymous. The movie was in English with no subtitles and most of the audience were English speakers.

We finished a wonderful day off with a visit to the Potsdamer Platz Christmas Markets, one of the many markets that gets set up in public places across Berlin for the holidays. They consist mainly of cute little traditional wooden shops selling hot drinks, pastries, wurst, lollies, beer and knick knacks and are very tastefully done. This one also had a huge snow slope which you can swirl your way down on a tyre. At night the square is filled with strobe lights, music, outdoor tables and a large fire you can gather around to warm up. We warmed our cockles with hot chocolate with a shot of Baileys in it (my new winter favorite) and gleefully watched the steam leave our mouths after every sip.

The atmosphere and sense of community is what grabbed me the most. It was about 1 degree but the place was packed full of happy people, sharing each others company and genuinely enjoying the season to be jolly. It was unlike anything I have experienced back home. What was interesting is that each store owner isn't vying for customers' attention. There is only one place selling each thing - one for hot drinks, one for beer, one for sweets, one for savoury and so on. The place radiated with friendliness and togetherness, but nothing seemed forced. I forgot entirely that we were in Germany's largest city. We could have been in a little country town for all I knew.

Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Dresden: Destruction and Delight

After a two hour drive we were back in Germany for the last three weeks of our epic journey. Personally, I was thankful to be back in a country where I could read signs, talk to people in their language and not think about converting such bizarre currency. Things just seem simpler here and I am more at ease.

Our first destination was Dresden. We all know it for its tragic flattening in 1945 by Allied forces in retaliation for Germany bombing Coventry. Amazingly, the city has been rebuilt from the ground up and there is little evidence left of its devastating past.

The city council has set up a Motorhome Stellplatz right in the middle of the city on the edge of a large park. After arriving we spent the afternoon relaxing in the van, more application writing and a ride round the park, which is fast becoming a favourite pastime of mine. Riding along leaf covered paths in near freezing conditions is incredibly refreshing and I do so with a giant smile on my face. Matt, the silky man he is, forgot his gloves on that occasion. He nearly lost 3 fingers.

The next day we took to our bikes again in order to explore the city. Dresden has embraced cyclists with an abundance of cycling lanes on main roads, cycling paths and special cycling crossings. This meant it was easy and safe to get around.

We rode first to the city's iconic Frauenkirche. The church was all but destroyed in the bombings and, after much fundraising and 13 years of building, in 2005 it was reconsecrated as a church. The alter alone was pieced together from 2000 pieces and is a stunning sight. This was the first protestant church we'd been in since the UK and you could certainly tell the difference.

We then rode around the Theatreplatz, taking in the castle, the Zinger and Opera House. We locked up our bikes nearby, right next to a couple of sewer grates that were emitting the strangest musical sounds. We could only conclude that there were speakers in them and it was some sort of strange arty thing. Either that, or a new age band was practicing in the sewer.

We enjoyed traditional German cuisine from the food court for lunch. No where before germany has had food courts so we're taking advantage of them. They're so much cheaper, have so many more options and we can order what each of us feels like while still being able to sit with other. Might sound like a simple concept but after 4 months of eating in restaurants or cafes when we're out can get pretty old! Not to say expensive.

We then rode across the river to the Neustadt - while named the new city it is in fact as old as the old city back where we'd come from. We settled ourselves down on a park bench in the tree lined mall in the sun and read our books. We lost all sense of time and, by the time I realised I was quite cold, the sun had almost set.

Monday, 14 November 2011

Prague

Prague has been one of my favourite cities recently. It delightfully balances the irrisistable charm of the old world with all the modern comforts of the new. It's fresh, clean, bustling and safe.

We stayed for 3 nights at the quiet Camp Dana in the suburb of Troja, a short tram ride across the Vltava River into the city.

The main city square was a hive of activity thanks to a wine festival and markets. An amazing aroma filled the square- a combination of open wood fires roasting pigs on the spit and the sweet cinnamon smell of freshly made donuts. All around old buildings that have been perfectly preserved rose elegantly to the sky, now housing swish restaurants and 21st century shops.

Adjacent to the square is the Prague Astronomical Clock which, installed in 1410, is the third oldest astronomical clock in the world and oldest working one. Matt explained in detail how it works but I have since forgotten.

We then wandered along the old pedestrian streets peeping through the shop windows of store after store filled with handmade wooden puzzles, chess sets, children's toys and marionettes. I've never seen so many puppets!

We next crossed the Charles Bridge, a mighty stone structure which traverses the river. It was 'Black Fashion Week' in Prague and we spent some time watching a French team of models pose for the camera in front of the city skyline and their entourage follow them around.

We then wandered to a place called Námêsti Míru (translation: Square of Peace), sat outside a church and watched the world pass us by. This is one of my favourite things to do - find somewhere nice to sit, watch and think. Autumn leaves were cascading to the ground all around us and we spent some time trying to capture pictures of the leaves mid flight. This proved futile and we resorted to staging the photos by throwing leaves in the hope of scoring a decent photo. We failed at that too.

We then descended into the metro via Europe's longest escalator and headed home. Matt is in the process of applying for some jobs back home so we take advantage of the early sunset and chilly conditions to get some work done in the evenings.

The next day we set off for another day in Prague. We started off with a visit to the Dancing House, a bizarrely shaped building. It's supposed to look like two figures dancing, but it looks more like the building has warped in too much sunlight.

That afternoon, after a lovely lunch at a very rare food court, we headed off to the cinema to see Spielberg's 'The Adventures of Tintin- The Secret of the Unicorn'. You kiddies in Australia will have to wait till late December to see it :) It may be an animation but it's a great watch. Thankfully it was in English but the Czech ads at the beginning and subtitles throughout provided great entertainment. How they can have that many consonants without vowels is beyond me.

It was almost dark when the movie finished. We took the Funicular up Petrin Hill and caught a tiny lift up the 64 metre observation tower at the top. The tower greatly resembles the Eiffel Tower, having been commissioned by The Club of Czech Tourists after they visited the World Expo in Paris in 1889. It, like its inspiration, provided great views of the city and, although chilly, we watched the thriving city sprawl out below us.

Thursday, 10 November 2011

Krakow

On Thursday, after spending the previous night once again at the Centre for Prayer and Dialogue in Auschwitz due to an emotionally draining day, we set off on the bumpy road to Krakow. While only 50kms away, we were quickly learning that it takes much longer to travel on Polish roads than anything we have yet encountered. After successfully navigating into the city (not a POZOR! sign in sight) we arrived at our destination - Camping Smok. The lady at reception spoke enough English to say "88 złoty a night, pay on leave, leave passport here. Here map. Bus and tram to city". It's probably all the English she knew. We were one of only two motorhomes in the vast complex. Apparently POZOR! put off other tourists.

We decided against heading into the city that afternoon. This time it was my time to feel unwell, perhaps mostly due to the experience of getting into Poland and the emotions of the previous day at Auschwitz. I definitely needed some down time.

The following day we caught a bus and tram into the city. In order to buy our transport tickets for the day from the machine at the bus stop we needed 24 złoty in cash (around 7 Aussie bucks). Unfortunately the machine wouldn't take our 50 złoty note (about 15 Australian dollars) as it would only take take 10s and 20s. We crossed the street to a vendor and tried to buy a drink to get some smaller change. She wouldn't let us use the 50 note either. Determined not to be defeated we went to an ATM and withdrew 40 złoty, leaving us with two 20 notes, just as they wanted. We crossed triumphantly back across the street and tried to buy the tickets. This time it wouldn't take our two 20 notes as it refused to give us 16 złoty change. We bought the tickets separately instead of together with a 20 note each and were finally on our way. While a mundane story, this is just one example of the little challenges we come across each day.

We then spent the next part of the day exploring the old city. Walking along the old streets, enjoying a lunch outside in the main square in the now rare sunshine (which only cost $AU27 for service, meals, drinks and a tip), watching a male soprano hit the most perfect notes and strolling around the grounds of the castle.

We then headed past Wawel castle across the Vistula River to the south side of the city, most known for the Jewish ghetto that was established there during WWI. It was one of the five major Jewish ghettos created by Nazi Germany and used as a staging point to divide able workers from those who would be sent to concentration camps. 15,000 Jews were crammed into an area previously inhabited by 3,000 people in a walled district consisting of 30 streets, 320 residential buildings, and 3,167 rooms. As a result, one apartment was allocated to every four Jewish families, and many less fortunate lived on the street. The ghetto was later liquidated with most residents meeting their tragic end at Auschwitz.

Some however were spared this ill fate thanks to the bravery of one man - Oskar Schindler. You may know his story from Steven Spielberg's Schindler's List. Schindler, a savvy German business man, utilised cheap Jewish labour from the ghetto to staff his enamelware factory which was located outside the eastern walls of the ghetto. He became appalled at the treatment of the Jews and used his charm and confidence to save 1200 Jews from the gas chambers.

We visited the factory which was located down a suspicious alley littered with old mattresses and bottles and lacking any formal sidewalk. We thought we might have been lost considering we were headed towards a well attended Schindler museum and the Krakow Centre of Contemporary Art, but this was indeed the correct path. On the wall of the museum was the following quote:

"The medal for the Righteous Among the Nations awarded to Schindler by the Yad Vashem in 1963 features a line from the Talmud: "He who saves one life, saves the world entire." And how many worlds did Oskar Schindler save? If it weren't for him, there would not be me, and there would not be my family either, nor our decendents - my daughter and my grandchildren, my brother Rysio's two sons, my cousin Olek's children... The children and grandchildren of the others saved by Schindler... How many worlds did Oskar Schindler really save then, when he saved 1200 people? They are countless..." - Bronislawa (Niusia) Horowitz-Karakulska

The next day we decided to move on to Prague but first drove to Kościuszko Mound just above our campsite, the place from which Australia's Mt Kościuszko gets it's name due to the similarities in appearance. Funnily enough, the mound is not even a real mountain (another similarity to Australia's poor attempt at a summit), having been erected by Cracovians in 1823 in commemoration of the Polish national leader Tadeusz Kościuszko.

Between 1850 – 1854 the Austrian authorities built a brick citadel around the Mound and began using it as a strategic lookout and it became an important part of Krakow's elaborate system of forts. As compensation for an earlier historical church that had been demolished, a neo-Gothic chapel was also built next to the mound. Today the old fort buildings house four radio stations, a wax museum and an exhibition on Kościuszko. Yes, it made for one very strange sight seeing experience.

Monday, 7 November 2011

Auschwitz

Writing a blog post about a visit to Auschwitz is a very difficult thing. I don’t feel like I’m qualified or equipped to write anything about what happened there or what it means to people in general. Visiting the two main camps that made up the Auschwitz concentration camp site was a very emotional experience for us, and I don’t really feel like I can relate that to you by writing it down. Also, writing about an event so horrifying, both in its scale and its context in a blog where we also write parodies of Sound of Music songs and joke about The Producers and ‘Springtime for Hitler’ seems quite inappropriate.

I’m writing this from our van, less than three kilometres from the camps, and at the moment the experience is still so raw for me that I don’t know that I could write about it even if I tried.

I will, however, say that until I visited the concentration camp today, the concept of the holocaust was just a figurative one to me. Visiting the camp brought home a fragment of the horrific reality that happened here. I can’t describe how it felt apart from to say that in the past I have laughed along with many others at comedy that pokes fun at Nazi Germany - for instance The Producers, but today those jokes just don’t seem funny anymore.

I’m sure that as the tiny reality that I came across today fades into my memory, I might find The Producers funny once again, but for now, in this place, I don't.

All I feel like I can do here is give you a literal description of what I saw today, but first, a very little history.

Auschwitz is the German name for the Polish village of Oswichim. During World War II the Nazis occupied the village, drove out the citizens and turned the old Polish Army barracks into a concentration camp, initially for Polish political prisoners, operated by the SS. This camp is now known at KL Auschwitz I. Later, another much larger camp was constructed a little way down the road. This camp is now known as KL Auschwitz II - Birkenau. As the war progressed, more camps were built in the area, but all were known under the umbrella name: Auschwitz.

During the war at least 1,100,000 human beings were murdered there, primarily at Auschwitz II - Birkenau.

Today, we walked from our camping spot to the first camp, which is built on the southern edge of Oswichim. Today the area is an industrial estate, surrounded by warehouses.

The reception building is filled with signs in many languages providing seemingly conflicting information about the cost of entry and whether or not you need to be part of a tour group to get in. It turns out that it’s free and you don’t need a guide, or at least that’s the case at this time of year.

After leaving the reception building you enter a large courtyard, in the corner of which is a metal gate which has written across the top “ARBEIT MACHT FREI” (Work is liberating). On both sides of this gate are barbed wire fences held up by identical, equidistant concrete pillars which curve towards the inside of the camp. There are two fences about three metres apart all the way around the camp and they were electrified. About three metres on inside of the fences is a wire running along small posts at knee height and scattered along this wire at regular intervals are wooden signs with a skull and crossbones and the words “Halt - Stoj” written on them. This wire virtually made the two high fences unnecessary as any prisoners seen crossing it would immediately be shot from the guard towers.

Inside the fence there are around 30 identical three story brick buildings, which are all still intact. They are rectangular in shape, a little narrower than a basketball court and about twice as long. They’re set in three rows of ten.

The entire complex is about the size of a high school. In between the buildings are roads that were probably originally paved with brick, but are now uneven and mostly made up of dirt and gravel.

On the Eastern side of the camp there is a building built into a small hill. It has a chimney, and inside there are four cremation ovens and an empty concrete-lined windowless room with small holes in the ceiling.

Inside most of the thirty buildings there are now museum exhibits, dedicated to the various facets of the camps, from living conditions in one building, to extermination in another. There are photos and artefacts from the camps, and large text boards in Polish, English and Hebrew. On the second floor of the extermination exhibit there is a glass case filled with two tonnes of human hair.

We spent around an hour and a half inside the camp before leaving to get the free shuttle bus to the second camp.

Auschwitz II - Birkenau is three kilometres from Auschwitz I. It is close to the size of the town of Oswichim itself. If Auschiwitz I is the size of a high school then Birkenau is the size of two universities.

The bus drops you off at a large gatehouse a little way away from the nearest houses or businesses. The brick gatehouse looks a little like the 30 buildings in Auschwitz I, though it’s only one story. Through the large gate in the centre of the building runs a railway track. On each side of the gatehouse runs a fence identical to the one in Auschwitz I, with guard towers every couple of hundred metres.

Once you walk through the gatehouse (no reception building here) you enter an enormous field. There are almost no buildings here, just fences and chimneys. During the war, the sheds were made of wood, which have since disappeared, leaving only the chimneys at either end.

The railway line splits into three just inside the gatehouse and the three tracks run off into the distance. There is roads in between each of the tracks.

On each side of the tracks there is another fence, and on the other side of the fence there is chimneys as far as the eye can see. A few of the wooden sheds near the gatehouse have been rebuilt by the museum. Nearly a kilometre away from the gatehouse the tracks rejoin into one and comes to an end. Here there is an enormous memorial to the dead of Auschwitz.

On either side of the memorial there are the remnants of two ruined brick buildings. Another kilometre further along to the right there are two more of these brick ruins. Inside these buildings during the war were gas chambers, made up to look like shower blocks, and crematoriums. In 1944 a prisoner revolt burned down one of the buildings, and the other three were detonated by the SS as the war was coming to an end.

We walked constantly for an hour and a half and still didn’t see even half of the camp. At the end of the war, another section of it was under construction. Had the war gone on longer, it may have grown even more.

If you are confused by anything I’ve described here, I encourage you to find out more about it. The only thought worse than knowing what happened here is the thought that anyone doesn’t know what happened here.

On the memorial at the end of the tracks is written in many languages:

FOR EVER LET THIS PLACE BE

A CRY OF DESPAIR

AND A WARNING TO HUMANITY

WHERE THE NAZIS MURDERED

ABOUT ONE AND A HALF MILLION

MEN, WOMEN, AND CHILDREN

MAINLY JEWS

FROM VARIOUS COUNTRIES

OF EUROPE.


AUSCHWITZ - BIRKENAU

1940 - 1945

The road to Auschwitz

Our next destination was Poland, so we cleaned up the van, loaded up with water (Czech and Polish water can be unreliable so we decided to take a tank full of Austrian water with us) and hit the road at around 11, headed off on a 5 and a half hour drive to Oświęcim, Poland. You may know it better by its German name: Auschwitz.

We needed groceries so we first headed to a store nearby we found on google maps, only to find it closed. All the shops were closed. It was a Tuesday. Yet another one of Austria's surprise public holidays. And less than a week after the last one. This time it was to celebrate All Saints Day. We were hungry, so we cooked some lunch in the car park and ate it. By the time we hit the motorway it was almost 1pm. Due to daylight savings, the sun sets at 4:30 now.

We headed up through Austria and a little of rural Slovakia on our way to Brno, Czech Republic, where we were to turn right and head to Poland.

By the time we crossed the Czech border our petrol was low, so we pulled into a Shell service station. The price for a litre of diesel was 33 Czech korona.

I hopped out of the car to fill the tank and at once I was set upon by a smartly dressed attendant speaking rapid German to me. Clearly he saw our German number plates. Rachel was inside the car, and assumed he was speaking Czech in which case she would be no help. I tried in vain to stop him with lots of gesticulating and cries of 'nein!', but before I could, he had opened the fuel tank and thrust the diesel nozzle in.

By this stage I realised I might as well just let him fill it, and so I waited till it was full, said 'danke' and went inside to pay. Meanwhile, Rachel watched in surprise as he squeegeed our windscreen, side windows and wing mirrors.

I paid for the fuel (2300 korona) and went back to the car where the attendant politely asked me for 'klein geld'. I dropped €4 into his hands and jumped back inside the car. He thanked me, and we were on our way. I was frustrated by the experience, but in the end it did only cost €4, and we got to live in the ye-olden days of pump attendants for a moment.

Back on the road, we arrived at Brno and turned right onto the motorway to Poland.

The motorway (speed limit 130kph) was made of poorly laid concrete, and our shock absorbers weren't up to the task, so it was the bumpiest ride we've ever been on. We found it helped our neck pain to imagine we were riding a horse at 130kph.

According to the map there are two ways of getting to Oświęcim. One motorway through the northern Czech city of Ostrava, continuing to the Polish city of Katowice. We would then have to use rural roads to get to Oświęcim. The other option passed 20 kilometers to the south of Ostrava and headed more directly to Oświęcim, though using more rural roads.

It was getting dark and I didn't like the idea of using rural roads at night - I'd read several things on the Internet recommending avoiding it - so we decided on the longer, more main route.

As we passed Ostrava and approached the border the road improved, then we suddenly were diverted off the motorway onto a minor road. There were no instructions on how to return to the road apart from some makeshift signs with an exclaimation point and the word "POZOR!" - along with some smaller instructions in Czech. Assuming these signs had something to do with the detour, we followed them like breadcrumbs through the forest.



View Europe - our path in a larger map

As we drove, we approached several intersections, all marked with POZOR. As we couldn't read the directions on the sign we just followed our nose and the other traffic. It was getting very dark but we were doing quite well, until we came across a police roadblock who directed all traffic onto a side road. Before we knew it we had lost track of POZOR and we crossed the border into Poland.

There was an immediate difference. The roads were narrower and in worse condition, the signs were more illegible and the drivers more crazy. And we weren't on main roads. We were on tiny back streets with no lighting, no gutters and no lines.

We've been told it's a very bad idea to freecamp in Poland, so we pressed on, trying to find our way back to the motorway.

Eventually we gave up and pointed the van back to the Czech republic. No sooner had we crossed the border when we both cried out and pointed "POZOR!!!!" We had rediscovered our trail of breadcrumbs. We followed them for half an hour before we realised what was happening. POZOR was leading us to the other motorway. Yes, the decision had been made for us. After a two hour detour we were back on the road to Oświęcim.

We arrived at 7:30pm, but it felt like midnight. Exhausted, we followed the instructions of a few people on a campervan website and drove to the Centre for Dialogue and Prayer, Auschwitz - a Catholic/Jewish organisation that allows motorhomes to park in their car park - there are no campsites in the Oświęcim area.

We stumbled inside and asked for a nights accommodation. Thankfully, they spoke English, had a little supermarket and free Wi-Fi. We were almost in tears.

It was a draining day of 7 hours on the road, but it was nothing compared to the day afterwards.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

Bratislava: Little Big City

Only an hour down the road from Vienna is the capital of Slovakia, Bratislava, whose motto is (in English) 'Little Big City'.

Bratislava has only been the capital of Slovakia (motto: Little Big Country) for 18 years, because before that, Slovakia didn't exist. It was one half of Czechoslovakia, a joint Soviet state with its capital in Prague in what is now the Czech Republic.

Ever since the two countries peacefully parted ways in 1993, Slovakia has done very well for itself. In 2009 they switched to the Euro and the stability that gave their economy has ushered in a construction boom - primarily in the Little Big City itself.

As we entered the city from the Southern railway station (we liked our Vienna campsite so much we decided to leave the van there and commute) the building boom was immediately obvious. We walked from the train station past towering new skyscrapers in amongst the old Soviet concrete-block housing.

Bratislava's tram system only runs on the North side of the river, and instead of getting the bus, we walked a couple of kilometers to the banks of the Danube.

It was the fifth time we've seen the river on our trip (Regensburg, Kelheim, Linz, Vienna) and this time it was wider and more graceful than ever. A barge putted past us on its way up the river. If it wanted it could sail all the way to Rotterdam in the Netherlands through a series of canals.

Bratislava's most striking landmark was once its very utilitarian and fortress-like castle, but now it's been replaced by the Nový Most bridge - a bizarre, asymmetric concrete 21st century suspension bridge held up by one pylon on the southern side which looks like one of the alien walkers from War of the Worlds trying to lift the bridge off the ground. At the top of the pylon is a restaurant appropriately called UFO
with 360 degree views of the city, including the castle nearby.

The menu at UFO of "mediterrasian food" was a little pricy for us so we just opted to cross the bridge to the other side to catch a tram into the city centre. It was here that we encountered our first problem with the language barrier.

Unlike all the other countries we've been to so far, neither Rachel nor I speak a word of Slovak. We can't count, say hello, thanks, please, sorry or goodbye. We certainly can't say "can we buy two tickets for the bus and tram system for the rest of today, please?"

There was nowhere at the tram stop to buy tickets, so we wandered over to the bus station under the bridge and found some pre-euro coin-fed ticket dispensers. One of the buttons was labelled Turisticky 24h, so we pressed it and it asked for €4.50. We only had enough coins for one and a half tickets, so we went to a nearby cafeteria and bought a drink with a €10 note. We fed the change into the machine and happily wandered over to the tram with our Turisticky ticket.

Over the next four hours we caught 5 trams all over the city and saw some of the amazing new architecture the city is building, including the upside-down pyramid shaped headquarters of Slovakia Radio.

We caught a tram hoping to get to Bratislava castle, but were surprised to find that it went into a massive tunnel underneath, rather than taking us there. The tram dropped us off on the banks of the Danube, so we wandered back along to the river to the Nový Most bridge again and took photos of the castle from there.

Bratislava reminds me a bit of Cardiff, Wales in the way that it seems to say "come back in ten years, I'm really going to be something special by then". It still bears some of the scars of communism, but it's really shaking those off and looks set to become an amazing 21st century city.

It was getting dark so we decided to head back to Vienna. We caught a tram to the city's Northern train station only to discover we'd just missed one to Vienna. We spent 50 minutes waiting on the platform taking advantage of some free Wi-Fi. While we were there, we saw some Slovakian trains roll in and out of the station. They still had little compartments in the carriages like the Hogwarts Express and emitted an ear piercing screech when they put on the brakes. They looked like they were built during the declining years of the USSR, and made me very thankful we were catching a nice, new Austrian train home.

It was dark by the time we left the Little Big City (daylight savings just ended so the sun sets at 4:30 now). The city is still predominantly concrete-based and covered in graffiti, but I felt like we're bound to hear more about Slovakia in the future.

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Musical musings in Salzburg and Vienna

Our day in Salzburg can aptly be summed up in a song set to the tune of "Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music:

All one way streets that we couldn't drive down
Raining so much that we started to drown
No where to park, we were getting quite sad
These are some reasons why Salzburg was bad

No shops were open, they'd shut for the day
It wasn't the weekend, this wasn't ok
This public holiday made us so mad
These are some reasons why Salzburg was bad

Only Mozart, only Von Trapps
Nothing else to do
We wandered around, we were really quite bored
We're staying one night, not two.

And that was pretty much our day. We faffed about in Salzburg as long as we could bear and then hit the road in the late afternoon. We had no idea where we would spend the night but decided we would head to the large city of Linz and find a caravan park on the outskirts of the city. We planned to follow the same camping signs directing us to places as we had found in Salzburg.

Unfortunately these signs proved non-existent. Not to mention that the kilometres and kilometers of roads into Linz are lined with HUGE non-stop shopping precincts. Before we knew it we were in the city. And it was dark. We made our way back to the motorway and settled for a large service station and rest stop to spend a safe but noisy night in.

We awoke to see the true horror and majesty of Linz. Shops as far as the eye could see. And not small shops- giant Bunnings sized shops. I guess all of Austria comes here to shop- it is conveniently located on the A1 motorway almost exactly halfway between Vienna and Salzburg.

We continued on our merry way arriving in Vienna in time for lunch. Our resting spot for the next five nights was a wonderful campsite called Wien West. We had a quiet day updating the blog and doing some washing.

On Friday we headed into the city for a day in Vienna. It was another dull and dreary day, something we're getting used to, and there weren't many people about. We spent the day tram hopping which provided the best way to see the city. Vienna is full of charm and character, attributed mainly to the dozens of large ornate buildings such as the parliament, town hall and museums that can be found in the city centre.

We headed then to the Prater, a large park on the outskirts of the city centre on the banks of the Danube. Arms linked, we enjoyed a lovely stroll through the autumn leaves, reliving a scene from Amadeus where Mozart and Constanza do just that. We stumbled upon a surprisingly large amusement park nestled amongst the trees. The majority of rides were closed but some, including a horse carousel that has real horses pulling it, were open to meet the needs of the few who passed this way. We had a go on a ride that took us 117m into the air and spun us around at not too fast a pace. From here we could see the city, the sheer size of the Prater and the amusement park and just how low the thick white fog was sitting over the city. From our high viewing point we could see rainy weather setting in so headed back to the cosy warmth of out little home.

On Saturday Matt wasn't feeling 100% so we spent a day at home chillaxing. We figured it's better to do this than push on and be even worse for wear. It's probably the reason why neither of us has been sick yet.

It is hard to escape Vienna's musical culture so on Sunday we immersed ourselves in it. The day began with a tasty brunch at Mozart Cafe, an inviting place with wooden and mirrored paneled walls and extravagant chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and then strolled past the impressive Vienna State Opera House.

Next on the list was a visit to Haus der Musik, a cutting edge sound and music museum. The first half of the visit focused on the science of sound and, through a number of interactive displays and activities, we learnt all about the magical workings of the ear and got to play around with sound illusions. The second half of the museum was a wonderful exhibit on six of Vienna's most well known musicians - Haydn, Mozart, Beethoven, Strauss, Schubert and Mahler. The museum was very well done and we both really enjoyed ourselves.

Our day ended with a trip to the Volksoper (People's Opera) for a 4:30 showing of Bizet's well known Carmen. Yes, we saw a French Opera, set in Spain, translated into German in an Austrian theatre. It was my first ever opera experience and I was very excited. As recommended, we read up on the plot which thankfully was fairly easy to follow.

Overall it was a great production and we had good seats from which to see and hear. All the leads were fantastic and acted much more than I was expecting from an opera. I had a wonderful time and was surprised at how many songs I recognised. Songs such as 'Habanera' and 'Toreador' which I knew the tune of in detail but had no idea where it was from. Unfortunately the curriculum of Matt's Motorhome School hadn't cover operas so my education was severely lacking in this department.

I was also surprised at the number of children in the audience and impressed by their ability to sit through 4 acts of opera and not even fidget or get distracted. There were 3 kids in the row in front of us and they sat with their eyes fixed on the stage for the whole 3 hours.

After the show we made our way home, happy about the great day we had had and feeling like we had done Vienna justice.