Recap: Overrated/underrated

I want to do a few more recap posts, hopefully before I head back to Georgetown in 2 days (!!) but that seems unlikely because I have a million things to do, including setup my new computer (this one has a video card problem, and due to my awesome warranty, they sent me a new one), pack for move-in, apply for internships, see friends and get my life together. It's a really daunting task. But before I do that, here's a description of some of the more famous places I've been. Most of these are places you have heard of before, and thus you have heard something about them that either inflates their grandeur or fails to capture just how cool they actually are. In no particular order:

Forbidden City: Overrated

The former exclusive grounds of the Emperors of many dynasties are huge and right in the center of Beijing, just up from Tiananmen Square. It's as if long ago, the rulers founded this city, laid out this big walled complex, and told everyone else to build around them. And the grounds are huge, over 175 acres, surrounded entirely by a 26 foot wall, although that didn't keep the Mongolians, the Manchurians or Mulan out. Maybe it was because our tour guide was underwhelming, but when I snuck into a trip here with the CIEE study abroad program, I was like yes, this place is big and the architecture's kinda cool, but there's really nothing special in here. There is no one building of note where everyone gets their picture taken. There's a bunch of statues and cauldrons but none are iconic. It's a large complex where a lot of people, including some important ones, used to live. I could go to Malibu or the Hamptons for that. Also, when we went there basically was no sky.

The Collosseum: Overrated

As kind of a foil to the Forbidden City, the Colosseum is very iconic and superbly picturesque from both the exterior as well as the interior. The size, the overabundance of arches and the age of the site all do inspire awe, but the history of the arena is lost. Once again, my tour guide for this left a lot to be desired, so maybe the real moral of the story is do your own research, or get a good tour guide. But I expected to walk on the blood of gladiators, sit on the seats in which Roman citizens sat on 2000 years ago and really picture what life was like in one of the earlier stadiums of the world. However, the Colosseum feels much more like an archaeological site. The place used to be decked out in marble, but apparently the Romans recycled their marble a lot, so much of it was taken to be used elsewhere in the city, and the majority of the rest was plundered by invaders. There are no seats anymore so it's difficult to imagine yourself there rooting for a man against a lion. Really, the true value of the Colosseum is as an architectural marvel, and it is a testament to Roman architects that it is still standing. So along with the nearby Forum, there are a lot of functional, large structures that are older than almost all other buildings in the world. That is indeed very cool and worth appreciating, but they aren't necessarily going to be that good looking, especially up close, and they've suffered so much damage that it's really not possible to picture what they looked like in all their glory.

St. Vitus' Cathedral: Underrated

I've said this before: I've now seen many of the world's greatest and most famous cathedrals, and St. Vitus' Cathedral in Prague is right up there with the best of them. I guess Notre Dame de Paris is objectively "better" but I think the reasons that St. Vitus' is not on par in terms of name recognition with Notre Dame, Westminster Abbey or St. Peter's Basilica is because a) it was only completed in 1929 and not as historically significant b) because it's surrounded by a castle and really not too impressive from a distance and c) it's in Prague, which was in the Soviet Bloc for many years and has only in the last 2 decades emerged as a major tourism destination. But it's beautifully made, designed by Peter Parler, a master builder who also created Prague's most famous structure, the Charles Bridge. The flying buttresses are superb and ornate and the front facade is stunning. The only problem with the outside is the green roofs, which I found downright fugly - they should have been black or red. The interior is even better though, with some of the world's greatest stain glass that my camera just does not do justice.

The Sistine Chapel: Overrated

The whole Vatican City, of which the Sistine Chapel is the most famous part, is a sovereign state, a UN world heritage site, the capital of Catholicism and a must-see all at once. However, I believe the Sistine Chapel, which more people have heard of than the Vatican, is just slightly overrated. It's the last stop of the Vatican City museum, the world's largest museum in terms of sheer gallery space I believe, and supposedly Michaelangelo's greatest feat. In a way, it might be the most unique and famous room in the world. The Chapel is gigantic, and that iconic ceiling is really high up and you wonder how anyone could have ever painted it. Art aficionados will appreciate the work and understand Biblical imagery and how each panel tells a different story, and "imaginers" like me will enjoy picturing Michaelangelo standing on scaffolding (that he built himself) with a giant paintbrush drawing this giant image, with paint dripping down his eyes and a Pope breathing down his neck. And little kids will appreciate how colorful the place is. It certainly is an awe-inspiring room. However, the experience of being there on a given tour inspires more frustration than awe. Everyone tries to take pictures, stealthily holding their face-up cameras low by their pockets, trying to seem inconspicuous, and the Italian guards know all these and exasperatedly scold, "No picture" every 10 seconds. The place is crowded, packed with people craning their necks up, and you want to sit down because you've had a long walk through the museum, but there aren't too many seats and when are you sitting down you don't have a good view of the ceiling. In addition, the art is just too far away to really appreciate it. But here's the biggest reason why the Sisten Chapel is overrated: the art isn't among Michaelangelo's best! He kinda rushed through it, the details and strokework isn't as nice as it would be on a smaller piece, and most importantly, while he was one of the best painters of all time, Michaelangelo considered himself a better sculptor. Which leads me to...

The Statue of David: Underrated

...his best sculpture. This statue is very famous and I've seen pictures like this many times, including in my 9th grade Western Civ class. Despite its fame, most people probably don't know a lot of basic facts about it. I for one did not know that the statue is in Florence, that it was not originally started by Michaelangelo (it had been abandoned by two previous artists and left to the elements outside), that the pose is likely of a serene David preparing for battle or just after his victory, or that this statue is actually 17 feet tall. Almost all the photos you see do not show the true scale of the statue, and if you were expecting a lifesize sculpture like I was, the real result is overwhelming. More educated art scholars than I have said that once you see the David, you need not see any more sculptures. It is the ultimate piece, the perfection that art strives for. Now I don't know a lot about art, but I can appreciate a masterpiece when I see one. When I go to a museum, I know to examine a painting pretty thoroughly before moving on, because the artist put so much into it, you just can't take a glance and get anything out of it. And I go on like this for a few rooms, before I realize I've been there for a half hour, my legs are getting tired, the pictures are all great and unique but starting to seem the same and I just breeze through the rest of the rooms. This was how I started out in the Accademia Gallery, which is really quite a small museum in an unobtrusive corner of Florence. There really is nothing special about this building, in a city of special buildings, that would tell you the great sculpture in the world is inside it. So I stroll along through the museum, wondering when I'll get to the David, until I entered its room and bam, there's 17 feet of flawless marble humanity. Every single part of his body seems real, and unlike most sculptures, it's in the middle of the room and not up against the wall, allowing for a full 360 degree examination of it and seeing how Michaelangelo really didn't leave any spot unpolished. This is something you don't get with his Pieta in the Vatican, which is on the side of a church, a good deal smaller, and surrounded by a thick pane of glass.

The Berlin Wall: Overrated

I think the existence of the Berlin Wall is fascinating. Such a base concept of separating free people from themselves was firmly institutionalized as of 30 years ago, and the Berlin Wall is the greatest symbol of that. Much of the wall was put together overnight and suddenly divided friends and family, and stayed there for 18 years. Still though, it really is just cheap concrete that's less interesting than the graffiti that's been painted on it. So much of the wall has been torn down that once again, it's really impossible to see from the remains what a divided Berlin looked like. The Wall actually was two walls that created a corridor of no man's land, and this fact is not apparent at all unless you have a tour guide or know your history. In addition, it seems everyone has a piece of the wall on sale - I have a piece about the size of a thumbprint. It's kinda cool, but really it's just an ugly piece of broken stone that could be anything. So the historical concept of the Berlin Wall is great, but the existing displays are pretty insignificant.

The Great Wall of China: Underrated

It's difficult for me to call the Great Wall underrated because it's rated so highly. But when I went there for a second time this summer, I was wowed again. Even though all of the parts that you can walk on have been reconstructed, everything does seem authentic and old, which is kinda the theme with China. But even if you accept that you're standing on 20th century stonework, the unending view of Wall snaking over mountain ridges is pretty spectacular and unreplicable. It's a fairly arduous climb just getting to the Great Wall, unless you wuss out and take a tram, and an even more difficult climb once you get there. Some parts of the wall are so steep you wonder how anyone could have ever walked there, especially an armored soldier. While the Wall extends to the ocean, it is not a continuous stretch, but rather containing several disparate pieces and many more in ruins. Regardless, along with the surrounding green mountains, the Great Wall is gorgeous and one of the most picturesque places I've ever been.

Giant's Causeway: Underrated

I've talked about the only UN World Heritage site in Ireland (technically in Northern Ireland) in a previous post, so I'll only do a quick gloss through here. The Causeway is this geological perplexity formed by the cooling of magma from a volcanic eruption. For some reason, this magma broke off into flat hexagons of differing heights, and 50 million years later, we have this rather bizarre formation extending from the beautiful Irish coast.

The Leaning Tower of Pisa: Underrated

Pisa was not a destination I had planned on my 4 day jaunt through Italy. The only reason I stopped there was because the nearest airport to Florence was in Pisa, so I got off the train one stop early and walked across town until I saw a big tower. I FULLY expected it to be overrated, to just be an insignificant structure in an insignificant town that gets swamped with visitors just because the architect of this tower screwed it up. And then I got up close to it and I realized, wow, this thing leans a lot. I'm not going to put it into numbers how lopsided it is, but just believe me, when you're right up against it, you really do wonder how the tower remains standing. It's actually an architectural achievement for the thing to remain upright and support visitors, despite sliding that much in mud. In addition, while the town isn't going to blow you away, it is a very nice, pleasant Italian city, and the piazza around the Leaning Tower is really cool. I had never heard that there was a great church and this cool dome right next to the tower. So yes, maybe you don't want to book a week in Pisa Also, I got a great crepe with nutella in Pisa.

The Main Square of Krakow: Underrated

This isn't as well known as the other sites on my list, but it's another UN World Heritage site and one of the main reasons for visiting Krakow. The oldest medieval town square in Europe, the size would be more impressive if the cloth hall in this picture wasn't in the middle of it. Nonetheless, the cloth hall is actually a really cool and pretty structure, and there's plenty of space around it. Almost all of these European cities I visited had old town squares because that's how marketplaces setup and led to these places becoming major cities. I like them a lot because they're always a fun public place, with lots of tents and stands set up selling cheap goods or making nice food. These would be setup on street corners in the US and often just get in the way. A square is definitely the better home for street vendors. Oh also, this square has nice cathedrals and towers on the side, including the trumpeter's tower, whose hourly broken-off melody I've already talked about.

Guinness Factory: Overrated

This is perhaps the place in Dublin that most people think when they think traveling to Dublin - I always got asked, "Have you been to the Guinness Factory?" And for most of the time, I hadn't, and they were some really good times. I finally went the day before my last exam and while I enjoyed it, it really is an overrated experience. And this is coming from one of the biggest fans of Guinness. I love dark beer and I've never had any dark beer better than the Guinness I got from the pubs in Dublin. So it was kind of cool to visit the factory, get my picture taken in front of St. Jame's Gate, but ever since they stopped actually brewing Guinness beer there, the place has become nothing more than a museum, and not one filled with great art. The inside, which you can see in this picture, is shaped like a beer mug and there's this nice Gravity Bar at the top with a 360 panoramic view of the city, quite possibly the best view of Dublin around. Your ticket gives you a free beer at this bar, but that's it, you can't buy a pint there, so it doesn't really fulfill my definition of a bar (a place where one can pay money to get drunk). The Guinness Factory might be one of the most touristy places I went to this entire year.

There are some less famous sites that I think are very underrated and definitely worth a visit. Tops on this list would be the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, the town of Oxford and its famous colleges, and the old town in Stockholm. There are also some concepts and things that are overrated or underrated.

Central European Cooking: Underrated.

One of the best meals I had was in a traditional homestyle Polish restaurant, and the street food we got in Berlin and Prague, mostly variations of sausages, were all extremely satisfactory. However, if you're worried about cholesterol or don't like oil, they are not for you.

Underrated Traveling Skills: (in no particular order)
1) Holding it in. When you're out and about in places where you don't know, and potentially drinking beers, it really sucks if you're always frantically on the prowl for a bathroom, walking around the street like a penguin. My friend Greg Speidel can attest to the problems caused by a small bladder. This can be potentially inflate to a serious problem if you're so desperate you pee in public and get arrested. Just something to be aware of.

2) Balancing on a bus. Or a subway car. Using public transportation is generally a part of the life of anyone who ever grew up around a city. Still, so many people cannot balance well on a moving bus or train and it can be really embarrassing when you roll 10 feet while the people sitting down look on with amused sympathy.

3) Taking good photos. There's a lot that goes behind a picture, and you'll thank yourself months later for taking the time to setup a good frame of that last shot of the Eiffel Tower while everyone was screaming at you to go. But don't be like my dad, who's probably spent about a quarter of his life taking pictures. Actually, this skill isn't underrated at all, everyone knows to take pictures.

4) Sense of direction. It can be a little overwhelming to wake up from a long train or bus ride, roll your eyes open, and then look into a vast and unfamiliar city. Then when you're walking from place to place through these European streets that rarely make any sense, it's very good to be able to keep landmarks and a mental compass in mind and to internalize maps. I had a friend with a notoriously poor sense of direction, and she was afraid to travel alone because of it.

5) Sense of adventure. I really believe you can't live life well if you don't take risks, and this is especially apparent in traveling. I can't stand people that aren't willing to go off the beaten path, habitually eat at McDonald's and generally keep a xenophobic demeanor even within a foreign country. Don't travel to just observe a country, travel to experience it.

Recap: The Numbers

2008 was a great year. A hell of a year. How much of a year? Well let's roll out some numbers:
(as always, all stats according to Wikipedia)

11,940,000 - Population of Beijing proper
680,000 - Population of Boston proper
588,000 - Population of Washington, DC proper
505,000 - Population of Dublin proper
7,811 - Population of Monaghan
105 - Nights in DC
89 - Nights in Dublin
74 - Nights in Beijing
39 - Nights in Newton
28 - Cities I spent the night in
16 - States in the US that I visited, including the District of Columbia
16 - UN World Heritage Sites that I visited
13 - Countries I visited, including a few of arguable sovereign status (Hong Kong, Northern Ireland, Scotland, Vatican City)
12 - Institutions of higher learning I was significantly exposed to, including attending Georgetown and UCD, staying at Bowdoin, Brown and near Edinburgh and 北京大学
11 - Olympic events I attended
10 - Capitals of these countries I visited, not including Vatican City and Hong Kong
9 - States that I stayed in
8 - Languages which were the primary language of a country I visited, and I said thank you in all of them
8 - Currencies used (actual prize in one of these currencies if someone can name all of them)
6 - Patriots games I watched, including 3 from last year's playoffs and 3 from this year's squad. Unfortunately I will not be watching any of their playoff games this year. Thanks for nothing Brett Favre.
4 - Cell phones I used
3 - Continents I visited
3 - Heartbreaking losses for me (Super Bowl 42, Davidson on Easter, Red Sox-Devil Rays game 7)
1 - Presidential elections that I voted in

I've kept pretty good record of this year and looking back on them, it still amazes me how much occurred, both personally and globally, in 2008. For example, I went to Las Vegas to play an ultimate tournament and had a ridiculous time, I got my roommate to believe he had chlamydia on April Fool's and I went to an out of control Anything But Clothes party and returned with everything but my wallet. I was abandoned by my second cousin Parissa during a drunken night at Bowdoin and I rescued my cousin Justin during his drunken night in Hong Kong. I ate dog meat, met a German professional poker player who had recently married an 8 months pregnant Chinese girl, sprained my ankle, mistakenly drank 4 or 5 Long Island Iced teas in one night, and met an American Olympic wrestler. I briefly faced homelessness in London, hung off a cliff with a 100 meter sheer drop, spoke Chinese to get around in Florence, and blew a bunch of euros to get drunk in a pub with some Australians. When you're young, a lot does happen in a year and this past year was 5% of my life. Every year brings in a lot of change, again both personally and globally, but personal change happens only from life experience, life experience does not come linearly. Life experience comes when you do things you've never done before, when you see things you've never seen before, when you find yourself in positions that you never could have imagined before and you learn from it all. It can come from meeting new friends, from working jobs, from reading books, from picking up new hobbies or from experiencing personal tragedy. For me this year, I gained a lot of life experience, which was really limited during my high school days, through traveling. Traveling formed this blog, has led me to taking 2600 new photos, cost me a ton of cash, and really freaking opened up my perspective.

Even before I went to China and Ireland, I had traveled within the US moreso than I normally would. Frisbee tournaments had brought me to Las Vegas and Savannah. The trip down to Georgia, coupled with a drive up to visit my cousin in Maine meant that I passed through every single state on the east coast except for Florida. In addition, I was a little surprised when I returned to the US, turned on my Verizon cell and was greeted with a picture of the Southern California coast that I had taken when I visited Charlie in Irvine.

My travels have been restricted to the Northern Hemisphere, but I went as north as Stockholm, which is 59 degrees north, and as far south as Savannah, at 32 degrees. I was over 10,000 feet above sea level in Yunnan province, and probably about 100 feet under sea level in either the DC, London, Hong Kong or Stockholm subways. I've passed over the Charles River, the Potomac, the Thames, the Yangtze, the Liffe, Lake Malaren, Hong Kong Harbor, the Tiber, the Arno, the Spree, the Vltava, the Vistula and the Hudson. I have this Excel spreadsheet that has documented where and when I've been this year, and according to it, I have changed locations 54 times. My longest continuous stay in one place was a 42 day stretch in Beijing. The longest I ever stayed in Dublin was just 20 days. It's been a year of barely relenting packing and unpacking, and a plethora of trains, planes and buses. I've now been to 29 different countries, including all the countries in Western Europe excluding the microstates, Denmark, Switzerland and Norway. I now know who Wenceslaus, Jenny Lind, Joe McDonnell, Zhang Yimou, Norman Bethune, Robbie Keane and Filippo Brunelleschi are, all names which are common knowledge in various parts of the world. Furthermore, I've learned a new language and a new accent.

So these numbers and facts are pretty neat and all, but it doesn't really tell a story. The real story is deeply personal, which is odd because traveling can be so public. When you're visiting new cities, you're out and about more than ever, seeing crowded tourist spots and spending minimal time inside. But when you're living abroad, you soon realize that you can't be a tourist for very long and that you have to do a lot of the boring home stuff that you normally do. And it's really when you buy groceries, take the public transportation, go shopping, check out different bars and talk to people that you realize how life is actually different in different places. I have been privilged to have traveled a lot when I was younger on my parents watch, but I really didn't appreciate it all enough. This year was the first time I had ever lived abroad though, and I did my best to make sure that I would appreciate it all. There's still a lot of stuff in every place I went that I wish I had done, but I left each place very satisfied with my experience there. Really I did not have a single bad trip - maybe Italy was the worst. When I left Beijing, I realized that those were the best times of my life, and that everything upcoming really would be downhill, and that was a very sad but accurate realization. Even though it feels like I've been gone for an eternity, I wasn't in either Dublin nor Beijing long enough to really understand what it means to be Irish or Chinese. I'm not an anthropology expert and I really don't even know if my impressions of the countries and their peoples are really accurate. I can just relay my own genuine experiences and most importantly, that I think I now understand what it means to be American, at least from my perspective. I've learned how I am simulatenously incredibly unique and overwhelmingly unremarkable. A million different events and experiences have brought me to where I am today, but the path I have walked down, incredible and difficult though it may seem, has been trod by so many people like me before me. It's pretty humbling.

This summer in Beijing, I realized that being Chinese-American has almost nothing in common with being Chinese Chinese. When you're surrounded by other people like you, in a society run by people like you, there's not a whole lot of space for stereotypes. In addition, I realized I came into the country with stereotypes for the people there, with a Western-biased view for how society should be run. I expected to find an overpopulation of dirty, spitting people tightly controlled by the government who didn't know how great the democracy they were missing was. Now I leave with an understanding that yes, there are too many people in China. There always have been, but that has shaped the way that country's identity. Our way of life, our way of government, our way of trade, simply cannot work in China at this moment in time. I leave with an understanding of fierce Chinese pride, respect for the grittiness unity of the general populace, and while I shed a tear for the marginalized individual freedoms and human rights in the country, I accept that they have resulted in a much more efficient and powerful country.

This semester in Europe, I've seen a counter image to my Asian experience. Instead of the sprawling, polluted megacities, I've walked through great cities that never exceed 7 stories tall and are still centered around the centuries-old town square. I've seen and studied a continent of incredible linguistic and cultural diversity, and realized that it's even more diverse and complicated than we assume. I've begun to understand how national pride differs throughout the world, but how so many different people can claim to live in the best country in the world. I've realized how cultural sports, holidays and celebrities are

STO: Final Days in Ireland

I have a lot to get to so I'm going to type fast and create a post of even lower quality than usual. After the trek to Central Europe, I had a few days off before I found myself sitting in a large room with a pencil and an exam in front of me. The UCD exams were rather crazy and unusual actually. They took place at this Industrial Complex about 2 miles down the road from campus that none of us had ever been to, and in two, massive rooms. So basically 200 students are taking exams at the same time, all with assigned seats, situated along with other people in the same course. I always asked why we didn't just take exams in the same classrooms in which we had the class, like we generally do at Georgetown, but I never got a satisfactory answer. The reason was probably cheating based, as "security" was extremely strict at this place although my roommate Matt managed to cheat anyways. The exams were two hours long and while they were the least stressful of my life, they were still exams which are universally stressful. It really can be unpleasant being in a room of 200 students taking exams, but I was always able to calm myself by remembering that all I had to do was pass, which was extreeemely easy. I didn't study too hard but I don't think it mattered.

In between my 2nd and 3rd exams, I had a solid 4 days off, and used it to take a weekend getaway. I decided I'd be kind of adventurous, not that I haven't been this year, and visit Belfast, Giant's Causeway, and then some "random Irish country town." The adventure really lay in my minimal amount of planning for this whole trip, which basically amounted to booking a night in a hostel in Belfast. I showed up to the Dublin bus station early Friday morning and realized I had forgotten my passport. Belfast is in Northern Ireland, which is part of the UK, but luckily Ireland and Northern Ireland share one of the more interesting borders in the world. It is not quite as open as the Vatican City border, but is a pretty close second with passport checks rarer than Detroit Lion wins. In addition, people of Northern Ireland (of British or Irish parentage) can automatically apply to become citizens of Ireland and obtain dual citizenship and play for its national teams. Scotland and Wales make you question what the word "country" means, but Northern Ireland really pushes that envelope. Basically the only difference between NI and Ireland is that one country uses pounds and the other euros. And I like the Northern Irish accent better. Also, did you know that major banks in the UK print their own currencies? The ones in Northern Ireland are particularly different from the ones in England.

So Belfast - you may have heard of it in the same sentence as "Troubles" or "IRA." And I went to the city looking for scars from these struggles, and while I'm told they still exist, you have to really know where to look. Certainly down the main streets, I felt like I was in any other festive European capital celebrating Christmas. The City Hall courtyard was decked out in another Christmas market, complete with a ferris wheel and an impressive 3 tented bars. I had a lunch of international food at the market and then soaked in the surrounding area. There is a rapid dropoff from the consumer-laden main streets and the poor residential areas only a few blocks away, but I was unable to find the graffiti-marked murals for which the city is well known, nor the blood of Catholics for that matter. I'm sure I just wasn't looking hard enough.

The weather was absolutely miserable that day in Belfast. Constant rain soaked the afternoon, and on my initial walk to my hostel, I experienced an event which I had only previously witnessed on Seinfeld - a zooming car sped through a puddle right next to the slab of sidewalk upon which I was walking and drenched my jeans and shoes. Lovely. I met up with my friend Sean from UCD ultimate and Texas, and his American friend studying abroad in Belfast. I had by chance seen that Sean's facebook status had something to do with going to Belfast, because I am a facebook creeper, and texted him on the bus and realized that I would have a friend in the city. So we go around looking to grab dinner except that Sean's friend Sarah didn't know any restaurants in the city. Really, if you are an American studying abroad in Europe and you do know the restaurants of a city, it means you've been burning through a lot of cash. We walk into a Chinese restaurant and turns out the main server speaks Cantonese and is impressed enough by my shabby Cantonese that he offers to throw in a free bottle of wine for the table. However, their Christmas meal plan was really too expensive and I'm ashamed to say I turned down free wine. We went to another Chinese restaurant, also operated by Cantonese-speakers, and I figured that Belfast was a haven for Guangdongren, which is interesting cause they're almost non-existent in Dublin.

Ok we later went drinking, surprise surprise. The crown jewel of Belfast pubs is called the Crown Liquor Saloon, which is a marvelously-designed Victorian-style pub with a tiled mosaic floor in the shape of crowns, and a really exquisitely decorated interior. Nonetheless, the place doesn't feel like a museum - it's still definitely a pub full of debauchery. Anyways, that was a good night. We went to this one bar in a sketchier area where I told stories of Long Island Iced Teas in Beijing, and upon leaving, we almost walked into a collision of drunks. There were two absolutely smashed Irishmen outside who, I mean I don't even know, they were messes and kinda belligerent. Well Sarah stopped and helped these two people, first away from each other, and then towards (presumably) home, including taking one into a taxi. There were some tense moments involved during all this, as well as some hilarious ones, but while at the time I felt that this was a very memorable event, I actually don't remember it too well. So there you go.

The next day was a packed day. I definitely wanted to see Giant's Causeway, and my hostel supplied a tour there. However, the tour also went to a few other places, including a lengthy stay at the town of Derry, which while I'm sure would have been enjoyable, would involve us getting back at 6pm, which I deemed to late to then trek to a "random country town." So I tried to find public transportation to the Causeway, and unexpectedly succeeded. I bought a 15 pound ticket that would give me unlimited access to trains and buses all day (turned out to be a great deal), took an 8:30 train from Belfast to this college town Coleraine (pictured, above) and from there took a bus to the Causeway. And wow was this place worth it. The Causeway was formed 60 million years ago by a volcanic eruption. The geology behind this is more complicated than I'm prepared to understand, but basically the lava from this eruption somehow cooled and cracked in geometric patterns - generally they were all hexagons, with the occasional pentagon sprinkled in. Each hexagon is flat, but they're all of different heights, and the end result is really a bizarre and incredible terrain. On top of it all, the Causeway is located on the northern coast, close to Scotland, and that whole area is absolutely gorgeous. I was also lucky to be there on a great day, and regret that I was in and out in just 1 hour, because I had a bus to catch. Definitely a place one could return to.

Eurotrip part 3

The train to Krakow left Prague at 2 and somehow took 7 hours, despite maps displaying the distance as shorter than Berlin to Prague. A combination of a slow train and all-too-frequent and lengthy stops at insignificant Czech cities (or Czech points, as you will) contributed to this snoozer of a train ride, particularly because we were engulfed in darkness for the majority of the trip. My left contact cracked during the ride, and I neglected to bring a spare, so I was a cyclops for the rest of the night and spectacled for the remainder of the trip. So we arrived at Krakow around 9 and experienced a brief moment of panic. Because there were likely multiple Krakow stations, we weren’t sure where to get off. We knew we wanted to be near city center and were scared to stay on the train for another stop and then find ourselves in another Polish town, but had a feeling that the first Krakow stop would be on the outskirts of the city, because so many passengers were remaining on the train. With no instructions in English to guide us, we got off anyways and asked the first person we saw whether we were close to city center, and were extremely relieved to hear an affirmative response. So we get off the platform and somehow find ourselves in a shopping mall buzzing with Christmas Cheer. It’s always odd when your first sight of a new city is a shopping mall, and I’m not sure what kind of train stations in the US are directly connected with major gallerias, but both Berlin and Krakow seem to enjoy intertwining transportation with consumerism. We debated on our train what the Polish conversion rate was, and somehow settled on 7:1 euro, based on our plane ticket receipts. So after wandering towards an ATM, both of us took out large sums of upwards of 500 Polish Zloty (pronounce that correctly and I’ll give you some). Then we made another one of those treks towards our hostel that invariably involves getting lost 2 or 3 times. This one was a little bit easier because Krakow is defined by its city square, which Wikipedia tells me is the largest medieval town square in Europe at 200 by 200 meters.

Arriving at the square, I discovered this figure to be a bit deceiving because a large, World Heritage cloth hall which used to house a major trading bazaar sat in the center of the square. So while the square was still massive, it wasn’t 40,000 m² of open space and in that regard, isn’t even the biggest square I’ve been in this year ($10 to the first person who knows what that square would be, no joke). Like many other squares we’ve come across on this Eurotrip, this one was also decked out in Christmas Cheer, with a flourishing Christmas market that looked just like the ones in Prague and Berlin, and likewise smelled excellent. Now the hostel we booked here literally called itself the World’s Best Hostel, as ranked by Hostelworld.com for multiple years. In fact, the hostelworld description suggested that we were booking an unusual hostel. So we were extremely excited and curious – would there be elaborate carpeting, down pillows, sexy staff, complimentary saunas or a hilarious interior décor? I personally expected entrance shots.

The Flamingo, as this legendary hostel called itself, was actually totally undeserving of its award. I mean the place was nice and spacious and clean, altogether a pleasant hostel, but there was a complete dearth of anything epic. In addition, the hostel had just one set of room keys, so we had to return it when we left the hostel, which kinda irked me. The only reason behind its reputation that I could come up with was its thorough social calendar, with free hostel-led pub crawls every day. There were signs everywhere that said something like, “Party with your staff members!” So it was clearly a fun place and we decided we’d take them up on it the next night. Anyways I know no one cares about the hostel, so on to the city.

We headed out for food, and despite numerous kebab or sausage joints, we wanted to take advantage of the exchange rate and get a good meal, so we popped into a restaurant off the square. Somehow it was 10:30 at this point and the place was empty and unexpectedly formal. The waiter clearly thought that Diane and I was an item and really created an awkward mood. But anyways, we’re taking a look at this great menu and then see Euro prices next to the Zloty, and realize, oh shit…the exchange rate was not the 7:1 that we had thought, but was instead a humble 3.75:1, that really brought us down to earth. Suddenly, the restaurant seemed very expensive, and we were staring at hundreds of dollars in our wallets. Note to future travelers: don’t make that mistake, look up the exchange rate.

After dinner, we decided to walk around but not actually do anything. It would be the only night in the trip that I did not drink, and we ended up getting an early start to the next day, which was well worth it. Krakow really had a different air to it that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it didn’t quite feel like Western Europe. The town square was certainly a cool sight, a bustling space of stands, vendors, performers and odd promotions (two guys dressed as beer mugs walked around with a sign that said “FREE BEER”) surrounded by ancient and beautiful buildings, including two towers and a cathedral. I read a children’s book a long time ago called Trumpeter of Krakow, which I forgot about until I was on the train towards the city. This book talks about a trumpet player who plays a tune from the top of the tower every hour but cuts out in the middle of the melody. The book explained this cut off as an homage to the trumpeter who was playing with the Tartars invaded this city, who stayed true to the schedule even though the city was being conquered, and was struck in the throat by an arrow during his performance and thus abruptly cut off. This legend is apparently made up, but it is true, as I heard firsthand, that the trumpeters cut off the melody, which really does create a jarring ending. The cloth hall in the center of the square is also quite a sight. One can appreciate both the simplistic beauty of its design and its historical importance, as well as take something out from it as it is still a trading center, nowadays selling cheap souvenirs to tourists like me.

We then headed out to Krakow Castle, not really knowing what to expect. What we found was a walled complex rather similar to Prague Castle, with an actual castle building next to several other buildings that were once connected to the royalty. This includes a far less impressive cathedral and several buildings that are now museums. While I’m not an expert on Polish architecture, these buildings all felt Polish, with an interesting color blend that you just wouldn’t find further west. One of the museums that we checked out held lots of ancient weapons and armaments, and I made a quip about how this armor was worn by a soldier killed by the Tartars, this sword was used when the Russians conquered the Poles, and this crossbow was used in vain against the Austrians, and this cannon was involved in the loss to the Prussians. Oh Polish military history, they should be so thankful for the French. Well anyways the castle was really pretty.

We lunched it at a place recommended by our hostel. We were searching for something cheap and authentic and were directed to the perfect place: a hole-in-the-ground restaurant that styled itself after traditional Polish home eating. The place had large tables, where people sat cafeteria-style, and pumped out delicious and inexpensive dishes such as potato pancakes, Polish sausages and other authentic stuff that I can’t remember…I had an absolutely terrific meal, even thought it clogged up two of my remaining seven arteries.

Afterwards we split up to shop for a bit and spend our outrageous amounts of Zloty. I saw a ton of dragon souvenirs because apparently, Krakow was built on top of a dragon’s lair after a man named Krak slayed a dragon by feeding it a poisoned goat. Somehow, that legend has led to a dragon being the protector of Krakow. Well nearly every shop sold these bright green stuffed dragons, which while adorable, look way too much like Barney. Dragons are very meaningful to me, because I am born in the year of the Dragon along with my father and my athletic idol (Bruce Lee). On top of that, the best Magic card I ever had was a dragon, and if I could be one fairy tale creature, it would undoubtedly be a dragon (with a leprechaun coming in distant second). So I really wanted to buy some sort of dragon here, but all I found were cute useless toddler toys. I wanted a dragon that could defend Poland, not befriend my Beanie Babies. Well I soon learned that there was an actual bronze dragon near the Castle that we had managed to miss, and I told Diane that we had to go back there. Unfortunately it was twilight by the time we reached it and discovered that while this dragon, at 15 feet tall and claws that could cut bone, was pretty bad ass, it was possibly the biggest tourist trap we’d seen all trip. The dragon clearly had no historical significance, and was put there to impress little kids, evident by the fact that it breathed fire every few minutes! I was actually snapping a picture when the fire began and now I have that sweet picture.

The rest of our night was rather uneventful, including a trip to the old Jewish quarter of the city, which was really cool but extremely sketchy at night. Apparently a factory owned by Schindler was in the area but if we saw it, we didn’t know. We got back to the hostel and prepared for another pub crawl, hopefully as exciting as our Berlin one. Well, this pub crawl differed from that one in both cost (much cheaper) and Americans (much fewer). It was cheaper because the hostel supplied us with several bottles of cheap, Polish vodka and basically forced us all to kill them. The event ended up being an organized pregame, where the staff members, mostly Polish, got their Polish friends over to drink on the hostel’s dime. While everyone could speak English, they generally didn’t, and between occasional stints of effort to get to know my Polish hosts better, I spent most of the time talking to the two Australians and one other American. The American was another “character,” who at 19 and sporting Napoleon Dynamite glasses, was one of the youngest and goofiest people I have met in Europe. He had been studying Armenian in Armenia, hadn’t entered college yet, and was in Poland for a few weeks with absolutely no clue what he was doing. So every 15 minutes or so, we’d say the Polish word for “cheers” and take a shot of vodka with our cheap plastic shot glasses. What begun as an interesting cultural blend of a pregame turned into an absolute shitshow when the
pregame entered its third hour and I lost count of the shots. I started making derisive comments about fluffy-ass dragons and suggesting we go “Pole dancing.” We did eventually make it out to a club/lounge where the music was loud, techno and Polish, which if you’ve ever gone clubbing with me, you would know that I was less than thrilled. In addition, this so called “pub crawl” ended at this first club, which really kinda takes the crawl out. Luckily the beer was cheap there, so another glass or two of that made sitting there listening to my cohorts jabber in Polish a little bit better. I think I was taught 15 Polish words that night and remember just the one for “thank you.” Luckily this club was very close to the hostel and we were able to stumble back just fine.

Diane was quite hungover the next morning, it was actually kinda funny. We departed for the train station/mall but got confused by the crazy setup and ended up missing the train to the airport. We bit the bullet and took a $30 cab ride, and after getting past some immigration officials who meant business (they didn’t want anyone to slip through the kraks), we were en route back to Dublin. I was just exhausted from the trip, oversaturated with Christmas Cheer, alcohol, fried food and medieval architecture.

STO: Czechpoint

Diane was stressing about the European train system, which has a reputation for being confusing to American travelers. Nonetheless, we reached the train terminal, bought tickets to Prague with the help of a very friendly assistant and got an empty compartment to ourselves on the train. The 5 hour ride took us through the German city of Dresden, which I'd heard was worth seeing for its still visible World War II damages but from the train the city also looked like a cool city in its own right. We passed through a lot of countryside, some mundane, some lovely. A stretch of the ride took us alongside a river community built alongside high, steep sloping riverbanks. Darkness hit early though and the ride was thereon after uneventful. We rolled into Prague right before 6 and found ourselves in a busy subway/train station. It was odd to be surrounded by everyday commuters while carrying a large travel bag. With the help of a beggar, we got some subway passes and made our way into the city center, although not before said beggar squeezed 50 koruna out of me. We then navigated around the very complicated twisting streets of Prague before finding ourselves in the stunning Old Town Square. The Square is one of the biggest tourist attractions of the city but was especially vibrant then because lo and behold, it was holding a Christmas market with a large, lavishly decorated Christmas tree. The lights on it flashed to mimic snow falling down it. I don't use this word often, but the Square actually smelt exquisite, with a great blend of Czech cooking. Of note were the potato pancakes we tried on our first night as an appetizer before getting an actual meal at an actual dinner restaurant. While potato pancakes may arguably be considered Jewish food, they are also now a staple of Central and Eastern European cooking. The restaurant we had also served authentic Czech food, which I think for me was garlic soup (sucked) and slow roasted pork (rocked). There was an interesting quandary at the end of our meal where I pondered how to call for the check in the Czech. Answer: wave a 2000 koruna bill, it'll attract any waiter's attention. And yes that is a big bill, the biggest bill I have held in my hands since I was in Turkey. The exchange rate was about 25 Koruna: Euro, or 20 Koruna: Dollar.

Although it was a near after thought while I was planning my trip to Prague was the fact that I knew someone there. Caitlin Astrue went to Winsor and her brother shares my educational info (RL, Georgetown) with one year of seniority. She's studying abroad in this program in Prague and so we met up by that Christmas tree. Caitlin's studying some Czech as well as Czech anthropology, and explained to us several sites within the Square. Most notable was the Astrological Clock, which every hour on the hour has a little show where a little bell rings and the top of the clock oppens up and 12 apostles come out one at a time. The show is cute and consistently draws a clock, and we waited 10 minutes for it. The clock itself is also really cool on its own.

We then walked through the city, which is just full of tremendous architecture. Prague is sometimes considered the most beautiful city in Europe and that's entirely due to the buildings. The distinct round Eastern European spires have also given it the nickname 'City of a Thousand Spires' and I know this because I go on Wikipedia too much. We passed the Opera House, walked across the famous Charles Bridge, which you'd think would cross the Charles River but apparently it crosses the Vltava.

The Charles Bridge is iconic, even though you've never heard of it, because of its grandiose south entrance and its history. After the bridges that spanned the river were destroyed by flood, the Charles Bridge was created and became the only bridge that crossed the river. It appears necessarily over sturdy, and legend has it that its mortar was mixed with wine and eggs to improve sturdiness. The south entrance towards the Old Town has a immense stone gate with a large sculpted facade. Statues are placed along the actual bridge and seamlessly enhance its design. The north entrance leads into Prague Castle and was totally forgettable. That night we went to a club on the other side of the town, where Caitlin ordered this incredibly girly drink that was half sprite half beer and we talked about our mutual high school friends.

The next day we checked out the Prague Castle and were not disappointed. Situated high on a hilltop, the climb was strenuous but the view exceptional. Then we entered the castle, where various sectors required their own admission. The cathedral was free, and we had heard from a guy in Berlin that it was extraordinary, so we went to that first and then bought tickets to see the armory and museum. St. Vitus' Cathedral, as it is called, was not in any of my Western Civ notes. I hadn't even known that Catholicism was practiced in the Czech, although that might be in my Euro Civ notes. But basically what I'm trying to say is that I had absolutely no idea that a wonderful architectural masterpiece of a cathedral existed in Prague. Now I've been to some great cathedrals, like Notre Dame de Paris, St. Peter's Basilica, Westminster Abbey, Duomo di Firenze, Christchurch Cathedral - there aren't a whole lot more famous than those. And St. Vitus' was on par with any of those, and I had never heard of it. It makes no sense to me. Maybe it's because the cathedral is actually not that old, with many of its impressive features added in recent history. Either way, it's sick with just incredible stained glass windows. I'll have to post those here so stay tuned.

The rest of Prague included a good deal of shopping, a trip to the oldest synagogue in Europe, a bit of absinthe, a drink ordering mistake by me, the best Chinese food I had had in Europe, and an unexpected dance session with female Indonesian masseuses. That last one has been a lifetime goal of mine, so now I can die happy. I left the city with an understanding of how touristy Prague is, all reflected in the storeowners whom I interacted with. All this to be elaborated on. In the meantime I am going to Belfast tomorrow, on a bus I do not have a ticket for. I plan to check out that city while also kinda studying for my exam. Then I'll hopefully see Giant's Causeway in Northern Ireland the next day and then take a bus south to a random country town where I hope to find a B&B. Then I'll come back early Sunday and say goodbye to one of my roommates who's heading back to the USA. This could very well not work out at all because I haven't been able to book anything, but hey they said that about the Randy Moss trade too.

STO: Road to Germany

I recently embarked on an epic 6 day journey through Berlin, Prague and Krakow, as my previous post predicted. Along this path, I met many colorful characters, several shady ones and even an old friend. I used 3 different currencies, dealt with 3 different official languages, sat on 2 lengthy train rides, drank a ton of beer and devoured enough fried food to clog the average heart. Basically, I'm the Asian Odysseus. Although I haven't met my Circe and the closest thing to a Cyclops that I came across was myself.

I did in fact board my aforementioned 6am plane. If you readers haven't ever taken a flight at this ungodly hour, I actually recommend it. Despite the brutal sleep deprivation required and in addition to the cheaper costs, the whole process of getting on that flight is a real experience. So we're taking the 15 minute walk to the bus stop in the freezing 3am air and pass by scenes of crazy debauchery as the bars let out. That's one thing about Dublin, the streets at weekend nights are consistently filled with drunks, so if you're a light sleeper, anywhere near an Irish pub (read: all of Dublin) is not the place for you. But imagine that, you've just woken up, packed all your stuff and are anticipating a lengthy and exciting journey, and you then find yourself passing through crowds of partyers enjoying the end of their nights...it's rather surreal. And then the airport itself is surprisingly active with most of the restaurants still open and plenty of wearied travelers passed out on the chairs, legs covering their bags. By the way, I went on this trip with my friend Diane, who also goes to Georgetown (although we never met there) and lives down the court here in Dublin. We're not going out, although everyone who saw the two of us traveling together assumed we were.

I passed out hard on the plane and a short 2 hours later, it was 9am in Berlin. We trained it to one of the main stations Alexander Platz, where I was greeted with a beautiful logo that I have not seen in many moons - Dunkin' Donuts. Ah the orange and pink never looked so good - note that I usually have 3 Coffee Coolatas a week back in Newton, where the climate is uniquely suited for growing Dunkin' Donuts cups on trees. The train station also had a ton of diverse restaurants, ranging from German joints grilling bratwursts to Vietnamese cooks creating ambiguously-national Asian food. We reached our hostel, St. Christopher's, early in the morning and learn that we can't check in until the afternoon, so we throw our bags into storage and explore our surroundings. Our hostel is right in East Berlin, parts of which do look like they were under harsh Soviet control for 5 decades, and we walked around til we found the Berlin Wall. I wish I went to Hadrian's Wall in Scotland so that in conjunction with the big one in China, I could say I've been to several world famous walls, but whatever. This wall is extremely iconic and famous besides barely existing anymore, and altogether entirely odd. Unlike the Great Wall of China and Hadrian's Wall, which were both built in antiquity for military purposes (to fend off Northern invaders) and are now protected historical sites, the Berlin Wall was of course a modern creation. It was freaking created in 1961 to keep people away from each other, a concept that really sounds totally barbaric when not referring to penitentiaries. For those unfamiliar with it, the Berlin Wall separated West Berlin, which was owned by West Germany but surrounded completely by East Germany, and East Berlin (and hence East Germany). While it served to encage the West Germans, the real reason for setting up the wall was to prevent East Germans from crossing over to West Berlin (which they could do freely), getting a West German passport and getting the hell away. The construction of the wall seems ludicrous when you realize that East Germans and West Germans weren't different people - they were all part of the same country and essentially arbitrarily divided after WWII. East and West Berliners were friends and relatives. So then the Wall was created, and actually almost done overnight in secret, so that one morning West Berlin woke up to find itself isolated. Imagine if you were an East-sider having a one night stand in the West that night - I'm not even sure if walk of shame covers that. Anyways, today most of the Wall has been destroyed, and the pieces that remain demonstrate more the artistic merits of graffiti than the symbolic barrier of the Cold War. It's tough to envision what the area used to look like, with infrastructure now resettled in areas formerly of the Wall and the divide between East and West Berlin not instantly noticeable. Without the barbed wire and East German guards, the Wall lacks any intimidation. Look at me hanging out with Gollum on the stretch of the Wall now known as the East Side Gallery.

After this, we found lunch at an Indian restaurant in some random side street and were delighted at the prices. I got a nice pint of something for 3 and a half euros, and that's be just about the most expensive beer on this trip and a full euro cheaper than you can get anywhere in Dublin. The alcohol reminded us that we had woken up at 2:40am that day and we promptly returned to the hostel, checked in and crashed. What was originally meant to be a 2 hour nap crept past the 3 hour mark and by the time we woke up it was dinnertime and our hostel room was buzzing. We discovered that our hostel was inhabited by cool people, but we wouldn't really experience that until the next day. Hungry and wanting to sample German food, we learned about a Christmas market and ventured towards it. We would find many more markets like this on our little vacation, but this first one was the coolest. On a cold dark night in East Berlin, the merry, lit tents of this Christmas market sold hot foods, steaming drinks and various cheap goods and otherwise exuded Christmas cheer. The sausages smelled great, the crepes were delicious, and I also bought a hat, an ornament and a mug, which happened to come with apple cider + alcohol. The mug is in my left hand in this one and my dinner in my right. The market even had a tiny ice skating circle where lots of little German kids were slipping and sliding.

Afterwards, we were in the drinking kind of mood, because you know we're in Europe, but we realized it was Sunday. So we decided to join a pub crawl advertised on our hostel map. And it was well worth it. This 12 Euro excursion was surprisingly well-attended, with about 20 people mostly English speaking. The meeting place was this uber-sketchy bar-ish establishment that was probably a bomb shelter 30 years ago. We were greeted with free, cheap beer, which normally would excite me but after a semester of great beer in Dublin, I could barely drink it. Nonetheless, I did, and partook in a few group shots of orange vodka before heading out to slightly less seedy places. Our group, led by an Israeli, essentially made up all the patrons of every single bar we went to. Side note: there were a fair amount of Israelis in the city. I do not know the historical reasons behind this. It was really cool to enter as a group and just take over a bar and not feel guilty about it (like you would if you were with a bunch of underage college kids). I really enjoyed talking with all these different people on the trip and really it shouldn't be that big a surprise that we were all people in our young 20s traveling around Europe looking for adventure. Who else would go on a 12 euro pub crawl? Not localers, and not high rollers, just poor kids old enough to be able to travel on their own but young enough that they don't feel the need to be productive and contribute to society. I met a lot of cool Australians and Americans, all on various stages of their various journeys of various lengths, but the most memorable ones were these two American girls from Ohio. I think they were studying or working in England and just traveling for a couple of days, but they got wasted (or pissed, as the Australians said) and started pole dancing on the subway and otherwise acting like obnoxious Americans. The night ended at this club called Matrix which was slightly less sketchy than the other bars though it was located right by the Wall. I think by the end of the night I was 8 drinks deep and Diane was around 10 and we were all having a good time. I won't go into all the details of that club but let's just say I took a cab ride home alone.

The next day we woke up, not in the best of shape but in time for the free hostel breakfast. There was a walking tour leaving our hostel at 10:30am that we somehow missed and thus we were left to explore Berlin on our own. We decided we'd go on this other tour at 1 and check out as much of the city as we could before then. Well we hopped on the metro and arrived at Potsdamer Platz, a shopping center located in West Berlin and decidedly reeking of capitalism. Christmas cheer was decadently displayed at a mall there, and large lego statues (including a giraffe and a Santa) served as street decoration. From there we wandered to a Holocaust Memorial. This memorial was only created 4 years ago, by a Jewish architect from New York, and is essentially a field of rectangular slabs sticking out from the stone-tiled floor. The blocks are all lined up in an ordered grid but are of various heights, and in addition the ground level changes drastically throughout the memorial. Thus the sense of the memorial is to connote some sort of ordered chaos. I didn't entirely understand what the archietect was attempting to convey and really didn't find it as powerful as the monuments in DC. If anyone would like to read about the Memorial for the Murdered Jews, click here. A block from there was the Brandenburg Gate, which frankly I had only previously seen on Euro coins from Germany. I was somewhat surprised to hear that it is one of the greatest icons in Europe and acted as a symbolic gate from East to West Berlin. The gate is basically a gigantic facade of 6 free standing columns with a Greek statue of Athena on the top. Napoleon stole this statue upon conquering the city, and when he was defeated 8 years later, the Germans took it back. It now glares at the French Embassy, situated about 40 meters away. Also in the vicinity is the Reichstag, an incredible capitol building with a ton of controversial political history. The Reichstag has a glass dome on top of the parliament, where tourists walk around, but the wait for this was too long.

Unfortunately around this time, the weather got from cold to wet and miserable. We did go on the 1pm free tour, which is where I learned most of this history, but had to cut it short before I lost my extremeties. From there we ventured to Museum Isle, which as the name implies, houses several museums. Several of them were under construction and also closed on Mondays, and we mostly kept ourselves to taking pictures and going inside the Egyptian one for a half hour or so. Nothing too remarkable. Then on a whim, I decided we should check out the Olympic Stadium and we learned that it was just off a subway station (the U-bahn) about 40 minutes away. It was dark by the time we got there and the actual stadium (now a monument) was closed, but I got a few shots from outside and now I can say that I've been to two Olympic Stadiums from games 72 years apart.

A reststop back at the hostel introduced us better to our roommates. First we took the same elevator as Boreck (like a combination of Borat and Barack), a German Turk who was moving from Frankfurt, evidently permanently. I had known that there was a large Turkish population in Germany but I hadn't known why, and Boreck explained that many of them moved in after the War to rebuild Germany. He spoke German and was the only person we met in the hostel who was not a native English speaker. He claimed not to speak Turkish but his English accent didn't sound like that of a German speaker but rather Middle Eastern so I don't know about that. We were initially really creeped out by him because when we said we were in room 1, he was like, "me too!" I took my passport with me when we left for dinner (ironically I got a doner kebab). We also met many Australians, whom I've noticed love to travel through Europe. Basically traveling throughout Europe like we do is somewhat restricted to Anglophones or accomplished multilinguals, because English is the semi-functioning lingua franca. I think Australians are like more aware Americans and are thus overrepresented in European hostels. They have a closer connection to Europe because colonialism was more recent in that country, and perhaps due to their isolation and remoteness, many Australians recognize the need to see more of the world. It seems like a great culture. We met people from Perth, Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane and Adelaide, basically every single city I can name in Australia. I'd like to highlight two characters.

Elliot was from Brisbane and represented Australia as the starting goalie of their U-17 team. I was really surprised to hear that he was an elite athlete, because he was clearly many months removed from his playing shape and didn't even bring it up until I asked him if he played sports. He was a soft 6 feet when I met him. Anyways he had come up to England to play semi-pro ball and work part time as a bartender, and described it as pretty boring because there was nothing to do in the day. Sure at night the Brits would go and get drunk just like the Aussies, but during the day when he'd be wakeboarding or barbecueing in Australia, here he'd probably just be staring at the rain. Then he went to Crete during the summer to work as a bartender at a resort town that was a hotspot for British tourists. He said the bar there raked in 60,000 euros a night and that the owner didn't care if they drank on the job. So he'd be there all night getting wasted and saw so much crazy shit. He would sometimes spot a pretty girl in the crowd, tell the server to give her a shot and say it was from him. Then he would make eye contact, take the shot with her, and in his words, it was "game over" from there. Smooth. To the young males out there, I'd recommend going to bartending school. And for the young females who want to get hit on by drunk guys, you can do that too. Elliot had been in Europe for over a year and had spent the last month or so traveling from city to city and was due back in Australia for Christmas.

Francesca was from Adelaide and had been backpacking nonstop for like 6 months. Honestly I don't know how anyone does that but it's a story I've heard a few times. She'd come in with just summer clothes and had since bought a few sweaters and a jacket. Along the way she'd visited France, Italy, Spain and Ibiza, in great summertime weather, and the rest of the continent in colder weather. On our first night, we had asked if she wanted to come drinking with us but opted instead for an easy night at the bar with a friend she had met on a tour earlier. She stumbled back to the room at 6:30am and somehow got up for breakfast, where she was a wreck. She also carried an iPod speaker in her oversized backpack, which she described as a great purchase because it helped to increase social interaction within hostel rooms, which indeed to prove handy.

So we hung out in the room for a while before going down to our lobby/bar and drank with these people we had just met. Boreck the Turk had been proudly showing off his "good friend" Jim Beam, a bottle he had bought that day that he was very happy to share with us. I only had one shot, but him and this other Australian (physics PhD) basically killed it between them. Boreck drank the whiskey in bed and stayed there, passing out before 9 and never made it down to the bar with us. The bar had a 2 Carlsberg for 3 euro deal going on and I took full advantage of that. That night I had some of the best bar conversations I've ever had and learned so much about about Europe, Australia, life and whatnot. I also met this girl Caitlyn from Melbourne who was born on July 22, 1988 and to date I think she's the only person I've ever met with my exact same birthdate. This was a huge cause for commotion when we discovered this fact and it was enough to warrant a Facebook friending.

So I left Berlin with great experiences and a newer and better understanding of the world. After a delicious lunch of sushi at the Berlin central station, we boarded a 1 o'clock train to Prague, and I will talk about those adventures in a different post. I'd just like to expound a bit more about Berlin because it was my favorite city out of the 3 that I visited, despite being the ugliest and smelliest. The hostel actually had a lot to do with that, but I enjoyed it mostly because I think Berlin has the most fascinating, compelling 20th century history of any city in the world. Paris, Rome or Cairo could make a case for the most interesting history of all time, and Beijing has undergone a lot in the last 100 years too, but I think Berlin has got to take the cake. It started the century as an Imperial capital, got besieged in a world war and underwent a revolution that deposed and exiled the Kaiser. It suffered through an unbelievable economic depression with historical hyperinflation never before seen and then the fall of the unstable democratic government. It saw the rise of a Nazi dictatorship led by a man who got rejected by art school, held an Olympics and subsequently became the center of the worst war we've ever had. It was then bombed, conquered and divded 4 ways. Then it found itself at the center of a new war, the Cold War, the divisions became deeper until the formation of the aforementioned Wall. The divided city was again essentially sieged and then there was the airlift. Then Kennedy came and gave a great speech ("Ich bin ein Berliner!"), then Reagan went and did the same ("Tear down this wall!" And then the Wall was torn, and then the reunification of an economic powerhouse with a sputtering economy met some predictable snags. Overall, the city's been through a hell of a lot, and I find that pretty cool.