tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71873781629808058492024-03-06T00:34:38.452+11:00Althea's TravelsEurope 2010Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-82826874352836207312010-08-20T06:05:00.000+10:002010-08-20T06:05:06.202+10:00Ulm<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We went to Ulm over Easter break. Miriam used to live there and she very kindly offered to take us around the town. There is Ulm, and then there is Neu-Ulm. One in Baden-Württemberg, the other in Bayern, which is an interesting way of doing things. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Münster</b> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The highlight of the town is the Münster, or church. It has the highest steeple in the world (I think), with 768 steps. We walked up all of them. I remember this all too well, because I don't like stairs. Definitely not a place for people that don't like heights or enclosed spaces. </span></span><br />
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</span></i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">As expected, if you go far enough up, the view improves. Ulm is an old town, on the Danube, very pretty. </span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The architecture is a little different too. There seems to be a lot of water around, running into the Danube. I guess there's no reason why you can't build a house over the water. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ulm is also the home of a few important people, or at least, has links to these people. Einstein and Kepler among those. </span></span></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjPpa0BUQzrgz-0EVtL9L51qs47s4l7nuXqetMswaUjjGwWoiD1WxBCQQHtG3uR_gMWJwmzPb4H_Kz1F9FS9JJFOXouVMTLN69AfvEzwfYxCGxM-mPxrQKAiCtaUKN5Qfm7KWJF09pg9b/s1600/DSC01622+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjPpa0BUQzrgz-0EVtL9L51qs47s4l7nuXqetMswaUjjGwWoiD1WxBCQQHtG3uR_gMWJwmzPb4H_Kz1F9FS9JJFOXouVMTLN69AfvEzwfYxCGxM-mPxrQKAiCtaUKN5Qfm7KWJF09pg9b/s320/DSC01622+%28Medium%29.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQrmE3ccl6WWJ3uVXcsPgEi_jU8ai_5rb-c7LbVvSliLWwEqAe7IKW9ZyM94mcnOHNcNRAekXzZVaM6Pv2IlDUpPf6BfXxe1ZwDDsp9Yeu_mbUO6W39akfc5gRrcHj_TJio7S_8ks4btJ/s1600/DSC01665+%28Medium%29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDQrmE3ccl6WWJ3uVXcsPgEi_jU8ai_5rb-c7LbVvSliLWwEqAe7IKW9ZyM94mcnOHNcNRAekXzZVaM6Pv2IlDUpPf6BfXxe1ZwDDsp9Yeu_mbUO6W39akfc5gRrcHj_TJio7S_8ks4btJ/s320/DSC01665+%28Medium%29.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Albert Einstein and Johannes Kepler.</i></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">So that was Ulm, definitely worth a visit if passing through from Munich to western Germany. </span></span></span><i> </i></span></span></span></div>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-38055556376071138512010-04-12T06:40:00.000+10:002010-04-12T06:40:09.755+10:00Salzburg<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Salzburg is every bit the clichéd town it is, but it's very pretty. If it's not the Sound of Music, then it's Mozart. Both seem to exist quite happily though, but the locals aren't fans of the movie. Apparently 20th Century Fox took many liberties with it. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>The Sound of Music</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I went on The Sound of Music Tour, complete with big red bus and all. It was an English speaking tour, so I understood it, and ended up sitting next to an American who was also living in Heidelberg. Small world. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDyTU65SBGyzufWAeqolafh2pfd4aIVHnVYCqmYovE3Y1Bcp7pmXW5ZPZL_eLDVtTCmqxZwGAbh0ScDmdkifpARXnaIQV0-DthaPsZSAdcGKADiSqZdVk1uQB33pbdEnjLB3uTAWFyyPT/s1600/DSC01694+(Medium).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivDyTU65SBGyzufWAeqolafh2pfd4aIVHnVYCqmYovE3Y1Bcp7pmXW5ZPZL_eLDVtTCmqxZwGAbh0ScDmdkifpARXnaIQV0-DthaPsZSAdcGKADiSqZdVk1uQB33pbdEnjLB3uTAWFyyPT/s320/DSC01694+(Medium).JPG" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We went past the houses that were used as the front and back of the house in the movie. It's always quite strange seeing these places in real life. I did almost expect Julie Andrews to pop out from somewhere. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apparently the producers built the gazebo and they liked it so much that Salzburg kept it. They moved it several times and it now sits in a little corner of Hellbrunn.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQs5M-0HTZkD5lBCwr9AmkEfwPYpG1f880FDFxMHlCLtSKXp0EOnra8Nuijy3ABDh4vSsMHImvQx4OBk9HI9ueJSifPw8yqd3j7CtRoIfG_QPkG0RhlYz9T3XP8RyUS_d1VBgk9YuWgFHX/s1600/DSC01709+(Medium).JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQs5M-0HTZkD5lBCwr9AmkEfwPYpG1f880FDFxMHlCLtSKXp0EOnra8Nuijy3ABDh4vSsMHImvQx4OBk9HI9ueJSifPw8yqd3j7CtRoIfG_QPkG0RhlYz9T3XP8RyUS_d1VBgk9YuWgFHX/s320/DSC01709+(Medium).JPG" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We drove all the way out to Mondsee, which is where the church scene was filmed. It was a nice drive out there, towards the lakes and mountains, just outside of Salzburg. We were lucky that the weather was good and there was just enough sunshine for it to be nice. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">From what Germans tell me, they have the same people doing voiceovers for just about everything. So everyone sounds the same in movies. I can't deal with seeing someone say something and their mouth not moving properly, or even not moving at all! It seems as if just about everything is dubbed here, so TV is either German or nothing. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We had a movie and pizza night in the lab last week. Bud Spencer and Terence Hill. Until last Friday, I had no idea who they were, so it was interesting to see the style of movie. And interesting again to sit through a movie in German, dubbed, and understand next to nothing. Still, it was entertaining. </span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-400960114213217212010-03-18T09:21:00.000+11:002010-03-18T09:21:51.870+11:00Food!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think it's about time I wrote about the food here in Germany. Important, really. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yes, there is a lot of chocolate. And no, it's not everywhere, but it's mostly very good. Milka parallels Cadbury back home, but Milka wins. The "Alpenmilch" thing works and it is tasty and more affordable than Cadbury. There is also Lindt here, but it's the same as it is back home. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The "Student's Kiss" chocolate was invented (designed? made?) here in Heidelberg and is just a heart-shaped chocolate. Tasty enough. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Breakfast cereal. There seems to be a chocolate variant of every type of breakfast cereal on offer. This includes muesli (müsli?) and so on. I can't imagine chocolate muesli, but it does exist. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cheese seems to be standard, it's everywhere, and I can find whatever it is that I want at the supermarket. Something that I've not seen anywhere else is is quark. It's a bit like cream cheese, but it's not. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The bread here is fantastic. It's always fresh and the variety is something I've not seen before. There is the sweet stuff, the savoury stuff and the normal stuff. Pretzels are big too, with different seeds on top. In the pedestrian zone, I think there is a shop selling bread of some sort at least every 20 metres. Bit hard to go hungry around there. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Still, supermarket bread is good and comes in smaller packages. That makes more sense. There is a lot of seed bread, as in, sunflower seed, pumpkin seed and so on, available. It's quite tasty, but a lot heavier than regular bread. Good for a change. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here in Germany, bottled water seems to be the <i>thing</i>. Most people drink bottled water. Most people drink <i>carbonated</i> bottled water. In short, it tastes a bit funny. Every so often, with food, I can take it. But not as my main source of water. And no, letting the bubbles escape doesn't make it taste any better. It just tastes funny. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">People buy bottled water in crates from the supermarket. It seems to be quite affordable and you get a refund when you bring the bottle back. Almost forced recycling. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I guess one of the reasons for drinking bottled water is because the water is quite hard here. It seems to be especially hard here in Heidelberg and more so here, in Im Neuenheimer Feld, so I'm told. Without talking like a chemist too much, the precipitate in my kettle is quite off-putting. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I think everyone knows about Germany's obsession with the sausage, or Wurst. There is every possible kind imaginable. There are normal sausages, spreadable sausages, Leberwurst, canned sausages, flavoured sausages and so on. I think that the variety of sausage in supermarkets is greater than the variety of breakfast cereal. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Maybe I'm being picky, but Australian coffee is better. Or at least, Australian coffee from a place that cares about the coffee. Still, people seem to consume a lot of coffee here, mostly with cake. Filtered coffee seems to be the norm here, with boxes and boxes of filters everywhere. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm sure there's plenty more to write, but this was just some of what stood out. More later!</span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-15068971211512986262010-02-17T06:30:00.000+11:002010-02-17T06:30:01.183+11:00Mannheim and Faschings<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Mannheim</b></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I went to Mannheim last weekend. From what I understood, Mannheim is the largest city around here, only 15 minutes on the train. And yes, there are plenty of shops. I've been told that the city was destroyed, which explains the lack of street names in the middle of the town. Each block has a letter and a number. It actually makes a lot of sense because D1 is right next to D2. Street names do not correlate with each other in any way, which makes getting around just a little harder. But if you're standing on P2, you know that P3 is the next block! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This past weekend was also the last weekend of Faschings. Or Carneval. Or Karneval. Or Carnival? I'm not sure. So in Mannheim, there were stalls (food, of course) lining the streets. Interesting mix of new shops and old things. Lots of Wurst, Crepes, more Wurst and so on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b></b>I'm still not quite sure what this is all about, but it seems like a lot of fun. It all officially ends tomorrow, Ash Wednesday, and so things are seemingly closed tonight. I've seen lots of people in fancy dress, big hair, weird glasses, cool shoes and the like. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Back Altstadt Heidelberg, there are lots of old churches. One in particular was advertising a Faschings Orgelkonzert, so off I went. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">In hindsight, I don't think I was expecting anything in particular, which was probably a good thing. First thing I see when I walk inside is a guy wearing a clown suit, big clown feet, a wig and a funny nose. Inside a <i>church</i>. I then see the organists wearing blue and green wigs and funny ties. Definitely not anything resembling a church service. Once inside, I was handed a program of sorts, a sheet with questions (alles auf Deutsch), a pencil, a balloon and a toothpick. We were meant to answer questions in response to snippets of music. The only questions I did manage to answer were the Disney-themed ones. Yes, kid-at heart. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh and the balloon! We had to blow them up. Not easy, because they were tiny. And then pop it at the right time. It's quite difficult to get 50 balloons to pop at the same time. All a bit of fun. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've settled into my room and into my fume hood now. I'm hoping Lady Luck extends to Germany and my fume hood, in particular. There will be a chemistry-centric (mythbusting) post at some point in the future, which will probably make a few eyes glaze over. But in short, everything I have here, I can get at home. Chemicals still behave the same way, Schlenk lines still work the same way and solvents still have the same polarity. All good.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">So here's to you, my "We want more blog posts!"-friends. I know entries have been a long time coming. They will get there eventually! Quite probably in reverse order too...</span></span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-4293488522567574072010-02-04T06:46:00.000+11:002010-02-04T06:46:26.844+11:00Heidelberg for real<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So this is it! I'm in my new room (home!) and I finally have internet. So I think all is well. Almost. I'm living with three other people (2 Germans, 1 Italian) in a little apartment, which is new for me. I've just realised that I've never really lived with anyone else. Speaking of living with people, weekly chores have just come out and I'm in charge of one of the bathrooms this time. So yes, I have a room, in an apartment, which means I have a postal address...if anyone is interested. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm only 5 minutes away from the lab, which means that I will be <i>uber</i>-productive once I figure out where everything is. I'm trying not to think about it now, but going home and getting used to having to travel an hour each way will be hard to get used to again. Then again, I don't have bench space or a fume hood in Sydney at the moment, so who knows where I'll end up. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Over the next few weeks (maybe months...) I will be writing more about the various places I've been and also putting up more photos. There are still so many stories and pictures. And so much snow! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">More soon.</span></span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-65894831098515501742010-01-27T08:59:00.000+11:002010-01-27T08:59:00.537+11:00StockholmWe've only had two or so days in Stockholm, but it was immediately obvious that it is a well-developed city. And like Vienna, expensive. I guess it's like being in Sydney, except that it is much colder, the people speak Swedish and that the public transport is much better. <br /><br />Flying in to Stockholm, it was all trees and snow. Christmas trees! There were so many of them. It was also strangely dark. That is something I'm not sure I'd ever want to get used to, sunset by 4 pm or so. I like sunlight and blue sky. The sky ends up a dusty red colour, but still "dark". Conducive to staying inside.<br /><br />Accommodation here was in a jail! An old, converted jail, that is. We had a 2-bed cell and it was fantastic. I should like to think that it will be one of the only times I'll be "in jail". <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/625.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/s_625.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/626.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/s_626.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/627.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/26/s_627.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />More detailed update with more pictures later. <br />Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-55660847634663579192010-01-22T06:27:00.001+11:002010-01-22T06:27:33.884+11:00ViennaVienna is everything they said it would be. Pretty, fashionable, tasty. And expensive. I guess it is no more expensive than Sydney, but after visiting Prague, Krakow and Budapest, just about anything would be expensive. <br /><br />Schloss Schönbrunn was amazing. This palace was the home of the ruling family of Austria, the Habsburgs, until they lost power. In particular, Franz Leopold and Elisabeth lived there. We only managed to see part of the palace, but it was obvious that the cost of things didn't really matter. Still pretty nonetheless. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/21/502.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/21/s_502.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />We had Wiener schnitzel one evening, at a little place away from the city. The schnitzel (turkey and pork) was good, except that there was enough meat for a week on our two plates. Most people need to make use of the paper and bags to take the rest home, which is what we did. <br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/21/503.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/21/s_503.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br />Schloss Belvedere was a bit of an eye-opening experience. I thought it was going to be another palace, like Schönbrunn, and it was, in that it was a magnificent building. But this palace houses art. I don't know much (or anything?) about art, except that I'm not very good at it. Renoir, Monet and Manet live there, as well as Klimt. We only had time to look at a part of the palace, which was a shame. <br /><br />More pictures soon! <br />Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-88745418543126142982010-01-13T19:33:00.000+11:002010-01-14T09:12:51.778+11:00Mini-BudapestSome more minor things about Budapest. <br /><br />It is a city that is very much different to the previous cities we've visited. It seems a lot older, yet still has young bits. I had no idea, but Buda is on the west side of the Danube and Pest is on the east side of the Danube. <br /><br />The transport systems are fantastic here. The trams, metro and buses link everything together. Like everything else, it takes a little getting used to, but it works. <br /><br />Everyone seems to smoke here! It's hard to eat with people smoking, but that's the way it is. <br /><br />We are spoiled in Australia, when it comes to fruit. The choice and quality is better than anything I've seen here. <br /><br />Those delicious twist things we found in Krakow are apparently traditional Hungarian and not Polish! Here is one with walnuts.<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/13/578.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/01/13/s_578.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br />If something is open 24 hours a day, it is open "0 - 24" or "non-stop".<br /><br />The labyrinth in Buda is a bit of a scam. They claim to have human footprints from 40 million years ago, with shoe tread marks! Really? "Homo consumeres" apparently. That and rocks with imprints of mobile phones and computers. <br /><br />More pictures when I have a proper computer. <br />Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-4112635692466438252010-01-13T19:20:00.001+11:002010-01-13T19:20:43.482+11:00BudapestEven quicker quickie than I thought. Limited interweb access here, so just a hello from Budapest.<br /><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/althea.tsang/BloggerPictures?authkey=Gv1sRgCI3Rvuy9qvmh2AE#5426136446236200674'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxJ0y6wPEJsvEf2sNJhPAoVchRUFjkP83P4oxYFyl1HtdCl5MZwQUcf0MbpJbeW85iUjFVXbzmB2Nf60w2VD_tGLOv65g8maZgMM0euMuEvbMhlU7bUPtvP6P_365UE-Fhe36mFjxVemzV/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /> <br /><br />We're heading to Vienna this morning, day time train! More from Wien. <br />Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-51424711035523023992010-01-08T21:47:00.000+11:002010-01-08T21:47:42.176+11:00Krakow<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Krakow is fantastic. It's quite different to Prague and other cities, more relaxed and modern. I'm definitely not going to be learning Polish any time soon; the language is a bit of a tongue twister. I'm having trouble saying hello, let alone other things. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We arrived at about 6am and headed up to Wawel Cathedral shortly after. There is a lot of history here, as they seem to have been very much a religious country, with various cardinals and so on buried within the Cathedral. No photos of the inside, unfortunately, because it is ultimately, still a place of worship. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fiona and I arrived at our hostel at 3pm, to find that there was a New Year's Day concert given by the Prague Philharmonic Orchestra at 4pm, so we walked over to the Rudolfinum and managed to get relatively inexpensive last-minute tickets. Definitely well worth the effort. We were sitting up behind the orchestra, under the organ, which was an experience in itself as well. Mixture of Smetana, Dvorak, arias from Mozart and Puccini, and of course, Strauss.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There are markets in the town square and we generally walk through this to get to other places in town. The Czech people have a doughnut-like pastry item that tastes like a doughnut with cinnamon sugar, but has the texture of bread. Very nice when still hot.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Prague is confusing, because the streets curve in such a way that the maps we have make it a little difficult to go places. Still, we're managing. The streets are cobbled, which makes it interesting to walk on. All the street lights are yellow, which gives the whole city a warm glow to it at night. During the day, it can seem a little gloomy, but that's the way it is. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The city centre of Prague is extremely touristy, so there are plenty of shops selling hats, bags, bohemian crystal, glass art, jewelery and so on. Not bad, but, it can get a bit tedious. If not, then there are department stores, with most big name international labels here in the city. I love going supermarket shopping, because of the sheer variety available under one roof, so we ended up at Billa. Supermarkets here sell plenty of alcohol, but no stationery. We needed sticky tape and ended up needing a department store for such a mundane item. Absinthe seems to be big here as well, with whole shops devoted to selling the stuff. </span></span><br />
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</div>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-7477493302519008722010-01-02T06:44:00.001+11:002010-01-02T06:45:32.465+11:00Berlin<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">This post is going to be picture-free, because I'm not actually in Berlin right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Berlin was yesterday. Catching the train from Heidelberg to Berlin was a little more painful than it should have been. In order to get from Heidelberg to Berlin, I needed to change at Mannheim, which would then take me straight to Berlin at a speed of 200 km/h on an ICE train. Lovely, in theory. Bad weather meant that my second train was stopped indefinitely at Frankfurt, which is not near Berlin. Another hour later and another train, I was finally on my way to Berlin. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">In short, Deutsche Bahn are great, but no-one, not even Germans, can overcome nature. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">Short stay in Berlin with Liam and Julia, where we joined them in having a traditional German dinner. We managed to do a little bit of sight-seeing, including Checkpoint Charlie, some part of the Wall and Brandenburger Tor. I also managed to work out the Berlin rail system, which uses a combination of S-Bahn and U-Bahn trains to move everyone around the city. And the snow! There is more than enough snow to make a snowman. I like the stuff...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;">While the trains in Berlin are quite efficient, they are also prone to CityRail-like impersonations, with delays and inconsistent arrival times. Again, German rail is good, but it's not completely foolproof. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday was my first full day in Heidelberg and it has been a good one. Heidelberg is famous for its castle, which although is in a state of ruin, still looks quite pretty, especially at night. Starting with the photos already...for those who are hassling!</span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the remainder of Christmas Markets, with part of the castle in the background. The moon was out and there was little cloud, so it was a bit cool standing around. </span></span><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This is the view of the castle from the old bridge. There are several bridges that cross the River Neckar that runs through Heidelberg, one of which is the "old" bridge. </span></span><br />
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<ul><li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's not really all that cold. The girls here wear what girls at home would wear in the middle of winter. That confuses me. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trying not to get run over, with cars traveling in the opposite direction. Look left first...</span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">German bread is really everything it is made out to be. And yes, there are bread shops everywhere. </span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dogs don't feel the cold. They behave in the exact same way, as would Australian dogs do, even if it is 0 degrees outside. </span></span></li>
</ul><div><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I do miss home and people, but it's a lot of fun here!</span></span><br />
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</span></span>Altheahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10016357189970086272noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187378162980805849.post-85133804480644714712009-12-25T17:40:00.001+11:002009-12-25T18:46:17.151+11:00Still in Sydney<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Tomorrow, I leave for Germany. For a little while. The main purpose of trekking all the way to Europe is to do part of my PhD overseas, at the University of Heidelberg, but as always, travel and seeing new things is a must. So this blog will be a taste of what I've seen, come across, couldn't avoid and the like. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Flying out tomorrow night, but were it not for my fantastic support network, family, extended family, friends, this would not be anywhere near as exciting. Thank you for your incredible love and support, for getting me off the ground and for the blessing to go, see and do. </span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: small;">I'm traveling with Fiona. We come from </span><a href="http://groups.chem.usyd.edu.au/todd/"><span style="font-size: small;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">. I'm going </span><a href="http://www.uni-heidelberg.de/institute/fak12/OC/hashmi/05/deutsch/05home.htm"><span style="font-size: small;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> and Fiona is going </span><a href="http://www.mpi-muelheim.mpg.de/kofo/institut/arbeitsbereiche/list/list_e.html"><span style="font-size: small;">here</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><br />
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