Warsaw (Poland) History by Backpack

2010
08.31

11 – 12 August 2010

Having missed my intended train from Berlin I arrived in Warsaw late, it was after 11pm by the time I’d navigated my way out of the central station and to the tram stop. Laden up with all my important possessions in my backpack I found myself on a tram with a hastily scribbled set of directions for how to get to my hostel. I hadn’t written them down with the intention of finding the place in the dark; Scribbled on my paper I had the tram stop name then a right, another right and a left and then the name of the street my hostel was on. Fortunately my tram was modern with digital signs displaying the stops so I got off fine but then found myself stuck; it was dark with dodgy looking streets and I couldn’t find the first street to start my right hand turn onto.

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Luck came my way when I asked a kebab shop owner, he had just setup business so didn’t know my street but described the area as “not safe to just go wondering around in” and insisted on calling his wife who got on the internet and looked the place up. Warmed by the owner’s generosity with his time and information I set out in the right direction and found my hostel. First day over, phew.

The following day was to be my only full day in Warsaw; I’d met a guy called Ken as I was leaving Berlin and he’d full heartedly recommended Krakow as a destination, noting its upbeat night life plus harrowing Auschwitz concentration camp history. With this recommendation I’d decided to rush through Warsaw to give myself a couple of days in Krakow. Meeting Ken is actually an interesting story in itself [and goes as follows]. Before leaving the hostel in Berlin I was in the common room with my backpack having checked out but briefly catching up on some internet time. On my left this guy sat down and got out his laptop, he looked ‘strangely familiar’. After a while I said that I thought I recognised him and he agreed, kind of. We soon figured out that we had both lived in Auckland and after a bit more narrowing we deduced that we had studied Property together at the University of Auckland – but never actually spoken before. He had been studying Property and Law while I had been studying Property and Commerce. Having travelled for multiple months I believe I can say with authority that travellers are more open to meeting people, but I still find it ironic that it was only in Berlin, thousands of miles from where we knew each other from that Ken and I managed to find the time to introduce ourselves.

Back to my full day in Warsaw where I was going to try experience Warsaw’s history by backpack. I set out on the tram and first stopped off at the US Embassy to try get some insight on how difficult it would be to get into the United States without an onwards ticket booked. They were polite but essentially re-stated the requirements given on their website, noting that at the end of the day it comes down to which particular guard you meet at the border crossing, and no doubt whether they’ve been having a good day so far. After the embassy I made my way to the Warsaw Uprising Museum which I recommend despite the crowds, Poland has such a war torn tragic history which I believe is epitomized in the Warsaw Uprising.

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Beware, what follows is a summary of history, an eventful tragic history. The history of Warsaw from the start of WWII…

From my basic understanding of history, WWII started when the Nazi’s invaded Poland which prompted France and England to declare war on Germany; this declaration of war however did not send any help to Poland who were fending off the Nazi war machine with everything they had. The Poles will say that they were doing better than the French did against the Nazi’s when they were later invaded, but the final nail in the coffin came for the Poles when the Soviet Union broke the Soviet-Polish Non-Aggression Pact of 1932 and invaded Poland from the opposite front. So WWII starts with Stalin betraying Polish trust and the allies not being able to do anything to help.

Fast forward four years and eleven months through a period of nightmarish Nazi [And Soviet] occupation for the Polish people and you have 01 August 1944, the date the Warsaw Uprising was initiated. It is a sad testament to the cruelty and oppressive nature of the Nazi occupation that allowed the Home Army to band together so many followers who would fight with everything they had, holding nothing back; they had been placed in a position where they had nothing to lose. Between twenty and fifty thousand Poles took to arms against the oppressive Nazi occupiers in a conflict which lasted some sixty-three days with men, women and children fighting with whatever they could get their hands on against well armed and well trained Nazi soldiers.  They fought on the streets, within buildings and in the sewers; and they could have won with a little support. However the nails were in the Polish coffin right from the beginning with Soviet hindrance, American selfishness and British weakness.

Essentially the Home Army had numbers and an incredible, desperate will to succeed; but they were short on supplies including munitions, food and a complete lack of heavy artillery. The goal of the uprising was simple, to liberate Poland from Nazi occupation and to establish a democratic government before the Soviet Red Army invaded who would no doubt try and establish a communist government under the Soviet umbrella. The Polish people were naturally wary of the Soviet Union having already been betrayed by Stalin at the beginning of the war, now they were officially on the same side against Fascism; but only since 1941 when Hitler broke the secret Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact of 1939 (Nazi-Soviet Non-Aggression Pact) by invading the Soviet Union.

History is disputed but accounts say Soviet tanks had approached to within fifteen kilometres from the East of Warsaw. It was in fact this presence which would be able to support the Uprising which had propelled the Home Army to initiate the operation against the Nazi’s; when the Uprising started Stalin however halted the tank advance and provided no assistance (Later on assistance was too little, too late). Stalin once again screws the Polish people. It is thought that by ordering  a halt in the advancement Stalin essentially ensured that the Home Army would not succeed, later allowing the Red Army to advance in and ‘liberate’ Poland and setup Soviet communism.

The Polish government in exile frantically tried to get the Allies to provide assistance but they would not act without Soviet support. Not only were the Soviet’s not advancing their troops in assistance, but they were not allowing Allied planes on supply drop missions to Warsaw to land in Soviet controlled airports. The British Prime Minister, Winston Churchill telegraphed U.S. President Roosevelt  on 25 August proposing  sending planes in defiance of Stalin, to “see what happens”. Roosevelt, not wanting to upset Stalin before the Yalta Conference however replied “I do not consider it advantageous to the long-range general war prospect for me to join you”. Needless to say Roosevelt’s stance on this matter was a little unfortunate for the 150,000 to 200,000 civilian Poles who were mass murdered during the Uprising by advancing Nazi troops, plus the estimated 16,000 members of the Polish Home Army who were killed during the conflict.

We now know Heinrich Himmler with Hitler’s authorisation ordered “Every resident should be killed, it is not permitted to take any prisoners of war. Warsaw is to be levelled to the ground and thus create a frightening example for all of Europe”. Before the Uprising Warsaw was already in a partially destroyed state from the initial Nazi invasion and the previous Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, but after final surrender by the Home Army the Nazi’s brought in engineers and systematically demolished what was left of Warsaw’s buildings; block by block they levelled 35% of the city. By the end of the war 85% of the city had been completely destroyed including 94% of Warsaw’s historical buildings, over 10,000 normal buildings, 25 churches, 14 libraries and most of the cities historical monuments.

In my opinion the biggest Polish tragedy came after the war, after all their fighting for their own freedom they were still enveloped by the Soviet Union and had to endure communist rule until a peaceful revolution led to semi-free elections in 1989. For forty odd years the facts of the Uprising were ‘inconvenient’ to the communist government, not only were the efforts of the Home Army not recognised but the history was modified or completely banned.

… End of my summary on Warsaw’s tragic history.

And then I walked down the main street in Warsaw’s recreated Old Town, had a beer and dumplings and saw a museum which was once the house of Marie Curie.

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And then my jandal broke. Moan.

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And then my day was over…

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Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp

2010
08.31

10 August 2010

Sachsenhausen-Oranienburg was a major concentration camp used by the Nazi regime from 1936 through to Soviet liberation in 1945, the Soviets then used it as a NKVD Special Camp until 1950. In 1956 the East German (DDR) government set up a national memorial on the site giving emphasis to political resistance (Against Fascism). In the 1990′s following German reunification the camp was entrusted to a foundation which established a museum on the site, over time this has been expanded to provide the vast amount of information available today.

The camp is easy to reach via train from Berlin (Catch the S1 to Oranienburg) which takes approximately one hour. I highly recommend renting an audio guide as written information is minimal, give yourself a full day to take everything in and bring your own food and drink.

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The Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp is infamous for being architecturally designed as a ‘model’ concentration camp which other Nazi camps could follow. The perimeter follows an equilateral triangle shape which was intended to allow it to be fully covered by one tower armed with a machine gun. In practice they found that other guard towers needed to be erected and as the prisoner numbers grew it was not easy to expand the camp within the initial architectural framework. However from the Nazi perspective it was a very secure camp which resulted in hardly any successful escape attempts. The perimeter consisted of a three metre high stone wall inside of which was a fatal electric fence and in front of the electric fence was a gravel ‘death strip’. Officers were instructed to ‘shoot to kill’ any prisoners without warning who stepped onto the strip; guards were even rewarded for successfully shootings.

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The Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp was used as a ‘training camp’ for SS officers who would later be sent to other concentration camps. On the audio guide and in written statements there are various accounts of inhumane cruelty and murder which was commonplace in the camp; these were the officers who were then spread throughout the European Nazi concentration camp system and committed the atrocities we now know of.

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The Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp was not designed as an ‘extermination camp’ but the SS did practice methods of mass killings which were later implemented in other camps. I heard accounts of loading a van up with prisoners, feeding the exhaust fumes into the sealed back and driving around until all the inmates were dead from carbon monoxide poisoning. They setup a room with a measuring ruler against a wall and inmates were asked to stand against the wall under the notion that they were being measured for clothing, they were then shot in the back of the neck through a small hole from the other room. 10,000 Red Army POW’s were executed near the end of the war in this way. A specific trench was setup for shooting and hanging prisoners. In 1943 gas chambers and a crematorium were established.

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The Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp was the location of the largest known counterfeiting operation in history. There is an Academy awarded 2007 film titled ‘The Counterfeiters’ which fictionalises this aspect of the camps history. Essentially prisoners with special skills were housed and tasked with the replication of British and American bank notes with the intention of flooding the market and undermining the British and American national economies.

With the end of the war nigh and the Red Army approaching 33,000 prisoners were evacuated from the camp and force marched by the SS Northeast. These prisoners were malnourished, maltreated and exhausted; it is referred to as the ‘death march’ and thousands didn’t survive. When the Red Army liberated the Sachsenhausen camp on April 22, 1945, they only found the three thousand odd prisoners who were too old, too sick or too weak for the SS to bother trying to march out; and no doubt just those that they couldn’t find the time to kill.

It is a place with a horrific history and occasionally I get asked why I wanted to visit, or why I will always recommend others visit too. I remember as a young lad my father trying to teach me some history, no doubt I found it boring but I remember him saying that history has an unfortunate habit of repeating itself. Knowledge and understanding of history is the best way we can stop historical atrocities being repeated today.

Food for thought: Nazi students burnt books in Berlin, one of the books burnt was by the German writer Heinrich Heine where in is 1821 play ‘Almansor’ he wrote “Where they burn books, so too will they in the end burn human beings.” This is quoted on the memorial to the books burnt in Berlin which you can see photos of on my post on Backpacking Berlin.

Heinrich Heine’s quotation was referring to the burning of the Muslim holy book (the Qur’an) during the Spanish Inquisition. Unfortunately a few days ago a traveller I met in Krakow (Poland) referred me to the following CNN link where Christian extremists in America want to hold an annual burning of the Qur’an day on the anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attacks. “Pastor says armed militia to protect church during Quran-burning event”

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Berlin (Germany) by Backpack

2010
08.31

04 – 11 August 2010

On the train trip to Berlin I met Anna who was traveling back home from where she studies in Bonn. Anna kindly gave me some advice on sights and attractions from a local perspective and even said that if she was free on Friday she’d show me some of the places she enjoys in Berlin.

On arrival at Berlin central train station (Hauptbahnhof) I found some internet access, booked a hostel and with a little difficulty made my way there with my backpack. In my room I met Pete, Ausi’s, their bloody everywhere, but Pete was a good guy despite being an Australian.

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That first night in Berlin I had a quiet walk around the streets close to the hostel, checking out some of the bars and restaurants and enjoying being able to walk the streets with a beer. Beers are cheap in Germany, in a kebab shop for instance you can get a 500ml bottle of beer for €1.30, you’d get it for under a Euro in a supermarket. My favourite stop that night was a little bar with some lively table football action happening; seems they take football seriously in Germany. On my way back to the hostel I found Matrix bar/club which has about six different rooms with different DJ’s playing different music; the place stays open till sunrise seven nights a week!

On the fifth (Thursday) I enjoyed a good sleep in before heading out to tackle the Museum Island which houses a number of museums on an island formed by a temporary split in the Spree river. Famous museums include the Alte National Galerie, Altes Museum, Berlin Dom, Neues Museum and the Pergamon Museum which houses the famous Pergamon Altar; God knows why they couldn’t just leave this colossal structure in Turkey instead of putting it inside a building in Berlin.

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Budget Backpacking Tip: Four hours before closing time on a Thursday many museums in Berlin offer free entrance, but be prepared for queues early on.

That evening Pete and I went for a walk around the local bars before heading back to the hostel where we played table tennis till around 3am!

New Friends - Berlin-1.JPGThe following day was Friday and I was pleasantly surprised to hear from Anna who was enjoying a day in the city with her university friend Lena. It’s so fantastic when people go out of their way to help you, I think too often in Western culture strangers will talk up grand plans of meeting up and doing something but seldom actually follow through. After a little difficulty I managed to find Anna and Lena and we spent the day walking Berlin’s streets and experiencing little cafe/waffle shops. Later that night we went to a rock bar that Anna knew had a live band playing, the place was called Wild at Heart. We had a fantastic evening, for me it was the real Berlin experience.

The following day (7th) after my usual Berlin sleep in I went on a Free Walking Tour around Berlin and saw main sights such as the Brandenburg Gate, Holocaust Memorial, Checkpoint Charlie and the site of Hitler’s Bunker. When traveling Berlin by backpack you need to take advantage of ‘free’ things when ever you can, these walking tours operate on a ‘tips only’ basis. Later that night Pete and I went on the 666 Anti-Pub Crawl, a tour of alternative bars and clubs around Berlin. Some of the bars were pretty cool, but it wouldn’t have been as good value as other pub crawls (in terms of free drinks) available as it was around the same price but only included around 3 weak shots over the night. We visited a table tennis bar, a gothic bar, an absinthe bar, and a couple of rock clubs however they did not have any live bands. After the pub crawl Pete and I went to a waterfront bar till dawn and then at close to 8am feeling somewhat zombie like we tried to get into the famous Berghain Club/Panorama Bar. Even at this ridiculous time in the morning there is a big queue to get into this place; people must think it’s something special. I understand the club pretty much goes on pumping right through the day and into Sunday night. Since we were there we queued, we queued for probably an hour to get to the front of the line; and then we were turned away. The bouncers appear to turn people away almost at random and since the whole thing looks mafia run no one argues; I think they just turn people away occasionally to maintain a sense of exclusivity. I found the whole ordeal highly amusing and was rather relieved to not have to pay to get in. Pete on the other hand was pretty pissed off which is also understandable after waiting for so long to see this acclaimed and mystery shrouded Berghain club.

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On Sunday the 8th I had a longer than usual Berlin sleep in and then made my way to the East Side Gallery, the longest surviving stretch of the Berlin Wall.

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The following day I changed hostel to another in Berlin, having checked in I headed into the Holocaust memorial but unfortunately it is closed on Mondays so I went to the DDR Motorrad Museum.  Those who know me know that I own a MuZ Skorpion, a 660cc single cylinder motorcycle from the company MZ which originated in East Germany (the DDR). I had been looking forward to spotting some MZ’s in Germany but at the time hadn’t seen any. [I later spotted spotted one]. While in Berlin I certainly was not going to pass up the opportunity to visit the past of my beautiful machine. The museum was small but displayed many MZ’s which I never knew even existed all in meticulous condition; they also had a couple of beautiful classic Mercedes Roadsters on display. Oh how I wanted to drive one away!

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On the 10th I got up early and caught the train to Sachsenhausen Concentration Camp which I will do a separate post on [Here]. I hired an audio guide and would have spent close to eight hours taking everything in. The Sachsenhausen camp location spans from pre WWII Nazi crimes against political undesirables, through WWII Nazi crimes and then continues on with use by Communist Russia against the people of the DDR. A long and terrible history.

On a positive note in Oranienburg I finally spotted the same model motorcycle as I have back home in New Zealand.

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Overall I had a fantastic time experiencing Berlin by backpack. The following day on the eleventh of August I took a train to Warsaw; to be more precise I missed the train I had booked and ended up taking the second train four hours later which got me into Warsaw around 10.30pm. So I found myself walking around the outskirts of Warsaw with my backpack slightly later than I would have liked…

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Cologne (Germany)

2010
08.15

03 August 2010

Cologne, but I almost didn’t make it. I hazily recall Jeff waking me up at some point; he was up and about and said my alarm was going off. The next time I woke up was when Jeff was putting his bag on and heading out the door, I tried not to express my alarm until he had left the room at which point I leapt up and checked the time, shit 9.45am; what time was my train to Cologne? I checked my documents and was relieved to see that my train didn’t leave till 10.45am. I had time for a shower but not enough to eat breakfast. I made it onto my train very tired, slightly dazed and probably still a little drunk from Antwerp. Funnily when I was getting off the train in Cologne I ran into Jeff, we had been traveling in the same carriage. Jeff and I walked to my hostel where I dropped off my bag and then we enjoyed one last beer together before we headed our different directions.

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Cologne happened to be hosting the 2010 Gay Games while I was there and a number of basket ball players were staying in my hostel. While on the internet that evening I met David, a basket ball player from Los Angeles. I was later to find out that it was his sixth Gay Games he’d attended, he’d amassed something like 5 medals including a couple of Gold’s and a Silver. Before I turned up in Cologne I never even knew there was such a thing as a gay games. David, an Italian guy and myself went for a walk later that evening to get ice cream, they took me along a particularly gay street which had had a red carpet laid out, it was interesting… Again the people you meet traveling are fantastic, David suggested a few places I really must see in California and gave me his contact details in case I get to LA.

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Other than my walk up a very gay street I had a quiet night in Cologne.

The following morning I made a quick stop at the imposing cathedral of Cologne before taking a train to Berlin. Apparently German trains are not cheap, they work something like airline tickets with the prices leaping exponentially as you get closer to the date of travel; I had to pay a monstrous €109 for my ticket! I would have booked it while in England however it would seem they will only post booked tickets to you, you can’t obtain digital or ‘pick-up at station’ tickets. [I have since seen German's with digital tickets, so not sure what was wrong when I was trying to book way back in England]

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Antwerp (Belgium)

2010
08.15

01 – 02 August 2010

I arrived in Antwerp in the evening having spent most of the day sightseeing in Brussels. I was going to stay in a place called Abhostel, the smallest hostel I’ve stayed in to date with a total of only sixteen beds. There are no signs out front, just a small handwritten note on the door asking you to ring the bell and allow them a few minutes to get down the stairs and let you in. It is a family owned and run business and the lady was very nice and hospitable, taking the time to show me around the hostel and pointing out some things worth seeing on the Antwerp map.

The place had a nice little kitchen and I was looking forward to cooking myself something healthy. I popped out to the local grocer and bought tomatoes, aubergine, onion, garlic, ginger, olives and this leafy thing I’ve never encountered before. Of course I bought a selection of Belgian beers and it was while I was enjoying a beer that I met an Irish girl and Jeff, an American who had been studying for a month in Cologne. We enjoyed a beer together then my home cooked meal plans changed, instead we went for a walk to the local bar for a couple more beers (kebab and chips on the way). I was utterly exhausted from my late nights in Brussels so headed back to Abhosel pretty early.

The following day was pretty miserable weather so after I’d slept in suitably long enough and made myself some poached eggs with the provided ingredients I nestled onto a table in the common area and used the internet. This hostel was one of those homely places where you can comfortably chill out and do nothing. Jeff was having a similarly lazy day, finally in the afternoon we decided we better go see what Antwerp had to offer so we went and did some sightseeing in town.

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That evening I used my ingredients plus the pasta in the kitchen to cook up a delicious meal, with the Belgian beers that Jeff and I had purchased on the way home it was becoming a perfect evening. For so long I have been buying food out; even when you go to a restaurant and have a nice meal it is common for you to get hardly any salad or vegetables, so my homemade pasta sauce went down particularly well. I expected an early night but Jeff and I met 5 Spaniards who were travelling for a couple of weeks and we ended up drinking and chatting and playing games until 5am! The Spanish, seems they know how to stay up late.

All in all I did practically nothing in Antwerp and had a great time doing it – It’s all about the people.

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Back in Brussels

2010
08.11

30 July – 01 August 2010

Having exhausted myself in Bruges I really deserved a quality Belgian beer. That evening in Delirium bar I met up with Norbu and his friend (also from Denmark) and we sat with a couple of other solo travellers; an Ausi who had done the Trans Siberian railway and recommended Prague to me and a Californian called Antonio. Antonio proved to be a walking beer encyclopaedia and a great person to be drinking Belgian beers with. I really cannot emphasise enough how much I enjoyed chilling out in this bar and meeting new people while drinking fantastic Belgian beer.

The following day I had grand plans involving seeing all the major sights in Brussels, however I didn’t manage to make quite as early a start as I would have liked. I did manage to walk some cool streets and I ran into a street parade.

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Normally if I encounter a shopping mall while exploring somewhere I promptly head the other direction but a sports shop compelled me to take a look. They apparently had a mega sale on, later that night in Delirium bar I was informed that Belgium has two major sales a year, the biggest of which is held on the 31st of July! Despite myself I ended up purchasing a new pair of shoes, a new day bag and an outdoors jacket all for the equivalent of what I would normally pay for a pair of shoes in New Zealand. But the choices had not been easy and I was emotionally and physically drained after so much shopping so I headed back to the hostel for a shower before heading to Delirium for some serious Belgian beer tasting.

That night in Delirium bar I met some French Canadians and it was while chatting with them that the oddest ‘small world’ experience happened to me. Occasionally something happens and you can’t quite believe it, there is no point wondering what the ‘odds’ of it happening are; you just know it’s unlikely. Well while chatting with these guys from Montreal a girl came up to me asking if she knew me from somewhere, I didn’t recognise her but she said I looked ‘strangely familiar’. She was from Bristol in England so I first wondered if she knew me from when I lived or had visited England, but this proved not to be the case. When she found out I was from New Zealand she asked if I knew a girl called Alida, her cousin who had moved to New Zealand. We eventually figured out that we had been on the same ski trip during my first year at University (her holiday to NZ to visit her cousin). So boys and girls back in New Zealand, you know who you are; can you believe I ran into Amy, Alida’s cousin in a bar in Belgium?

After this cool encounter the night continued on with fantastic beer, new people and a late night encounter with a lavender bush.

The following day was the 1st of August and I was due at a hostel in Antwerp, however as I hadn’t quite accomplished all the sightseeing I wanted to do in Brussels I stored my bags and did a massive walk/train/tram trip around the sights. I visited the European Union buildings, the war museum and finally saw the famous statue of a pissing kid ‘Manneken Pis’.

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In Bruges

2010
08.11

30 July 2010

I hadn’t been able to get a single hostel for the duration of the stay I wanted in Brussels so I changed hostel in the morning to a place slightly further away from the centre. If I hadn’t of made this change I would never have met Norbu. Norbu hailed from Denmark and was departing as I was checking in, after a brief chat we exchanged contact details so that we might be able to meet up that evening.

Having not made it the previous day I set off to explore Bruges which is located roughly one hours train journey away. Bruges was fun, a quaint little medieval town built for the filming of the movie ‘In Bruges’. Or at least that would be the best thing to say to a local if you really wanted to annoy them.

In Bruges I walked around until my feet fell off and then took the train back to Brussels in the evening. Highlights were my trip to the brewery and the chocolate shop, the Belfry tower was rubbish; perhaps Colin Farrel would have had a better time in Bruges if he had of gone to a chocolate shop and a brewery too.

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Brussels (Belgium)

2010
08.11

29 July 2010

I was very excited to be setting out to see Europe alone, essentially this trip was going to be my first stint of solo travel since leaving New Zealand. Unfortunately it did not start well. My train was due to leave at 6.20am and I was through the terminal gates by 6am; but then security decided to search my main backpack. Oh I was so annoyed, I knew it was going to be a nightmare as I had spent over an hour properly packing my bag the previous day. Yes, I go to the other side of the world and I still can’t seem to get away from having way too much shit.

Anyway, after waiting for the inspector to finish searching the bag of someone else he asked me if I had any sharp objects in my luggage. I said yes (pocket knives) and showed him the pocket where they were located; it was the last pocket he looked in, the *&^%$^&*.

So after he had completely emptied my backpack, swabbed it for drugs and properly inspected all my underwear he opened the pocket with my pocket knife and put it aside. One of my pocket knives was fine but they confiscated the Opinel my dad Andy gave me roughly fourteen years ago.

Not only had I lost my knife but I’d missed my train and had to wait around in the station for a further two hours until the next one. So the smart folk in English politics have decided that any folding blade which can be locked open (safety blade) regardless of size or intended use is now illegal to carry in England without a legitimate reason. This last part, ‘legitimate reason’ would often allow you to be carrying such a knife if you were stopped by police (and you were going camping for instance) but the pompous assholes at Kings Cross would have none of it. Also under English law if a police officer is confiscating an item of your property you are entitled to a receipt, but again not in Kings Cross St Pancreas; if asked they will only provide you with a document that you will need to sign (if you want to travel) stating you give them permission to take your property.

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Frustrating, very very frustrating; why must law be so illogical? Regardless it wasn’t going to dampen my travelling spirit; I couldn’t wait for my first Belgium beer in Brussels!

I arrived in Belgium two hours later than I had planned and then I had difficulty with the metro system. It was initially very confusing as I could not find a map showing all stations, only lists of stations which were on lines directly connecting to the main station I was in. However the only station I knew did not directly connect, so I didn’t know which line to take. In my frustration I ended up just hopping on trains hoping to find a better map in a better station. Eventually with the volunteered help of a few nice Belgium’s I found my way to the hostel, but it was now too late to take a day trip to Bruges as I had hoped. [In spite of this first experience the main cities in Belgium all have a fantastic map and tourist information document for young people, the document can be found in hostels and information centres around central 'old town']

Instead of Bruges I explored the central ‘old town’ area of Brussels. I walked around the Grand Place and other central areas; I found a cool beer store and the famous Delirium Bar (Pink Elephant) where they stock over 2004 different types of beer. For dinner that evening I spent €12 on a four course meal which included a Belgian tap beer! Some of the value I found in Brussels was incredible. My meal included a bread and butter starter, I chose a dish of garlic buttered Scampi for my entre followed by the famous pot of Belgian mussels, dessert was an almond cake and ice cream. Later that night in Delirium bar I met a small group of Ausi’s who were travelling for a few months in Europe, they were planning on cycling to Berlin to save money; how intrepid. We drank at Delirium, then had an Absinthe shot at the Absinthe bar next door, before checking out the Tequila bar. Both these specialty bars stock a ridiculous variety of their particular spirit. I was happy to have so easily met drinking buddies on my first night in Brussels.

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[Delirium Bar really deserves a proper mention. They hold the Guinness World Record for the most beers stocked by a bar (2004). The bar consists of three levels, the ground floor specialise in tap beers and offer 27 different beers which vary monthly, the basement level specialise in bottled beers and have the famous menu consisting of 2004 different beers and finally the top floor has a smaller range of specialty tap and bottled beers. Every night I spent in Brussels I was at Delirium at some point, and no night would I have consumed less than four different varieties of beer. This place shouldn't be called Delirium, it should be called Heaven.]

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Time at Woodpeckers Cottage

2010
08.11

26 – 28 July 2010

As always it was lovely to catch up with Auntie Jilly, Uncle Howy, cousins Ella and Annabel and Grandma. Thank you all so much for your hospitality.

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Contiki: European Adventurer (18 June – 24 July 2010) COMPLETE!

2010
08.01

I like to think we can all now call ourselves adventurers; but let it be the beginning, not the end.

European Adventurers

Contiki Tour Posts

1.     Contiki Adventurer Tour

2.     London to Paris

3.     Paris to Beaujolais Wine Region

4.     Beaujolais to Barcelona (Spain)

5.     Barcelona to French Riviera (Nice & Monaco)

6.     Verona

7.     Venice

8.     Leaning Tower of Pisa

9.     Florence

10.   “It’s not wrong, it’s just different”

11.   Rome

12.   Italy to Greece (Pompeii & Athens)

13.   Mykonos

14.   Travelling up Greece (Preveza)

15.   Albania (Tirana)

16.   Montenegro

17.   Dubrovnik (Croatia)

18.   Split & Zadar (Croatia)

19.   Ljubljana & Lake Bled (Slovenia)

20.   Vienna (Austria)

21.   Mauthausen Concentration Camp (Austria)

22.   Hopfgarten (Austrian Tyrol)

23.   White Water Rafting (Austria)

24.   Munich (Germany)

25.   Liechtenstein & Lucerne (Switzerland)

26.   Laterbrunnen (Swiss Alps, Switzerland)

27.   Heidelberg & Koblenz (Rhine Valley, Germany)

28.   Amsterdam (Netherlands)

29.   Homeward Bound (Netherlands, Belgium, France, England)

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