Where’s the stuff?

I’ve had a whole host of problems getting the photos up*.
I’m editing them currently. Hold your horses. Eventually something will appear. I think I’m about a third of the way through.

How should I go about it? My plan is I post a photo a day (obviously if there are multiples of a similar subject they’ll go in the same post) with some little comment about it. Got a better idea? Please share.

*USB drives dying, modems dying, cables that connect to modems dying, computers lagging (a form of death), etc etc.

Last day

I’m saddened by the thought.

I’m doing the souvenir thing today. I believe I should make the opera (finally) and see Wagner’s Tanhauser. After that Red Fang!

I hope to post before I leave because after tonight I will be silent until Sydney on Saturday night.
Looking forward to seeing you all at some point.
Writing the blog has been fun. I can’t imagine what reading it must be like (unless I think of people excitedly showing their travel photos that bores most others).

So… like… what?

Got the tiniest bit lost on the way to zoo, like an extra 10mins journey, which given my record here and that I had to catch a tram, train and bus, is pretty decent.
Eat a turd Germany, Prague zoo smashed both of yours. With the German zoos, if the animal is too cold to go out, Prague zoo gave you the option of seeing them through glass, in their heated environment. The only downside was I didn’t see the orangutangs of Prague.
Polar bears and hippos, which weren’t at the others, pretty much made it up. They also had more Australian animals, insects and reptiles than the German zoos.
Good job.

I’m writing this now because I believe I’ve been stood up. I was supposed to meet a Brazilian and go to the Cavern of Magic, because my communication options are limited, I waited an hour over the agreed time before just going to the gallery myself. It’s rad, I’ll try to post a link at the bottom of the post. Aside from fantastic art, sculpture and painting, the space is transformed into another world. You’re also offered unlimited mulled wine, sangria and juice – I had six drinks.
Now I’m supposed to meet the Brazilian and this American from last night at happy hour and because the Brazilian was late, I’m late, but they aren’t here. However, my triumphant Berlin friends have turned up.
Let’s see what happens.

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Tomorrow’s plan….

Best laid plans and all that…
I’m going to trek it to Prague’s zoo and then go to the Gallery of Magic or Cavern of Magic or whatever. Then I’ll meet this American bloke to go to some themed bars.
Next day I’m hoping to make the opera or some classical music.

What’s this shit I’m reading about Joe Hockey and the age of entitlement? What are you and they up to?

What is this thing?

I arrived in Prague this morning, got a very early, direct train and have been sitting around waiting to check in at, you guessed it, the Czech Inn. Got another excellent room. This thing I’ve not seen in so long has been spreading its light and a touch of warmth across the land. It’s my old nemesis, the sun. It seems to make Europeans happy for some reason.
My last day in Berlin involved going to the Ulter Welten tour, a tour of the underground bomb shelters. Photos weren’t allowed and the paint glows in the dark still, after 70+ years but is toxic to lick.
Then I went to the Topography of Terror and it was the.most horrific and saddening thing I’ve done. I had to actually sit down and skip towards the end because of all the photos and text about the Nazis humiliating and killing Jews, Poles, Slavs and even their own people (if they didn’t agree with things). I’ve obviously read numerous texts on the time and place and happenings, I can recommend The Road to Fascism, having a barrage of photos was just too much for me.
Luckily I moved on from there to the DDR Museum. It was bright and interactive and fun. It was about the lives, technology, culture and goings on of East Germans before the wall came down. Apparently they were and still are fans of public nudity.

My plan now is to chill out until happy hour, then see if some of my newly acquired friends from Berlin rock up.

Hello Germany

Guten morgen.
Yesterday slightly ruined my forming opinion of Germany. I got the train from Prague, which is an achievement in itself – they don’t tell you what platform the train departs from until 5-10 mins before it leaves, so it’s a mad dash to get there. My seat was in a compartment with old people, who, I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, really don’t like me. So until they got off, it was pretty uncomfortable and awkward.
I get to Dresden, Germany and their station makes so much sense I could have hugged and kissed somebody. My train was also pleasant.
Then I get to Leipzig. I remember booking my hotel because it’s supposed to be a 2 min walk from the station. After a 5 min walk to the information centre I discover the street isn’t even on the local map! The information lady tells me to catch a tram, no 16, out to the end of the line. Now the trams make sense if you’re local, I’m sure, but I stood there for an uncomfortable amount of time, there were two platforms with tram 16 leaving it, heading in opposite directions. It’s starting to get dark, Germany is heaps colder than the coldest day I’ve had in Prague and the suburb I’m looking for doesn’t have a stop on any of the tram information posters.
I take a guess at which direction I need and when a 16 comes in I confirm with some guy that I’ve got it right. Get the end the line and I can’t see my hotel. I look for a map and the two I find are for the trams and for the city centre, therefore both useless. I’m alone, nobody else got off at that stop. I can see a Maccas ‘M’ a bit of a walk away and figure I can use their wifi to get where I need to go. It’s a crappy walk, most of the footpath is slippery with ice, I’ve got my heavy bag and that dreaded sense of being hopelessly lost.
Get to Maccas and their wifi isn’t free… There’s a hotel nearby, its sign only says ‘hotel’, so I walk there. Wrong hotel and the receptionist tells me to catch another tram back 2 or 3 stops. I have to get another ticket and naturally the machine only accepts correct change, which I don’t have. A lady comes and I ask her if she has change for 50 cents or whatever half a Euro is called. She has 40, which what I need, so she laughs cos she’s made a profit.
On the tram a guy approaches me and thankfully loved his trip to Australia, so he looks it up and I get off. Total time from arriving at Leipzig station until I arrive at hotel, 4 hours. Take that 2 minute walk!