Chaos Leaves Town

Next morning, it was obvious that the cold had taken strong hold of my immune system and was shaking it by the boots. Laughing in the face of my do nothing white cells. Dribbling out various orifices like columns of soldiers on the way to attack more innocents. Blah. Hack, cough.

I seem to be drifting into hyperbole here, it actually wasn’t too bad. I could feel the cold for sure, but a slug of Nyquil (or was it Dayquil?) every four hours really knocked back any symptoms. I’d had worse colds, this one was comparatively mild.

Had a leisurely breakfast and sloshed down a pot of coffee while web surfing. It was afternoon when I finally ventured out clutching a pocketful of tissues. My choice of activity was to wander over to the river and maybe take a boat tour up the river. I was curious about whether or not there were any Roman ruins upstream. As you can see, the weather was glorious. Mild, warm, plenty of sunshine. And this is the river Avon. Though Avon just translates as River. And it’s not the famous Avon. That’s a different river. You’ve heard of it I’m sure. I had about a half hour to kill while waiting for the next cruise so the next few pictures are from the general area of the boat dock.

This is the Pulteney Weir. Note the slack water on the left. It’s slack in front of the weir that’s thrown open during floods. The old mechanism was pretty interesting. The doors, gears and works are all old metal craft designs. Should have taken a picture.

There’s Bath Abbey in the distance. I think that’s a hotel in the foreground.

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It was interesting to wander around Bath my first evening here. And the hostel was old and quaint. A pub, restaurant and hostel all in one 3 story building. Here’s an interactive map of the street the hostel is on…Belushi’s is the building at the end of the street and on the left: Green St., Bath This street is typical of many in Bath. If you walk towards the church there at the end of the street and turn around, here’s Belushi’s…

I had the free hostel breakfast in Belushi’s the next morning. Kind of sparse but, you wouldn’t starve. Here’s a shot of the reception area that I found online. It’s probably a copyrighted picture and it’s not being used here for commercial purposes (except indirectly), but as an example of their fine establishment. If I knew who to ask, I’d get permission:

Pretty nice here, huh? In the mornings, those tables are pushed together and breakfast goodies are set on them. I tried ordering an eggs, bacon, and toast breakfast here one morning and got the same undercooked toast, bacon, and runny eggs I’ve gotten for breakfast several places in Europe. Don’t understand what the cooks in Europe have against thoroughly cooked bacon, or eggs for that matter.

I spent many hours here during my stay, and also in the other section of the bar where they’ve got overstuffed furniture. This hostel, like all the others I’d stayed at in Europe, has brochures of various excursions you can take and I could tell that first morning that I might need to stay a little longer than the 3 days I’d originally planned, because of all the cool things tourists could do I’d found presented in the brochures.

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So today was a hang out, don’t do much day and after breakfast, I found the laundry room and started my laundry. I’d be stuck here for and hour and a half while my laundry was busy so I spent the time surfing for info on my next adventure, checked for tours of London like I’d had in Rome, read the newspaper while my tablet was charging, that sort of thing. Soon enough, my laundry had gone through the wash, and I stuffed it all in the dryer. And inserted my coins. Pushed the button and nothing happened. Damn. So I put more coins in. Still nothing. These are really expensive machines and I was getting a little perturbed that the machine wouldn’t start. Then I noticed, or rather finally figured out what the cryptic signs meant…I’d been putting money in the wrong machine. Crap! And there was already someone else’s clothes in the dryer I’d been coining. And these machines are the type that add time when you add coins.

I sat there for a while, pulled my clothes out of the dryer and set them aside, and waited. Got bored, ran upstairs for a quick coffee. Came back down and hung around the laundry room. Eventually, a couple of young adults came back in surprised their dryer was still running. I explained all the extra money I’d plugged in, they took their very dry clothes out, I popped mine in and off I went for another 35 minutes of waiting. So that cost me an extra half hour. And around $10 US for what should have been $5.

Time for folding clothes, straightening up my belongings, and a shower and I’m all set. Best time for a shower at a hostel is around 10-11 AM as there are so many that have checked out or headed off on tours by that time of the morning. In my case, my roommates luggage was all gone so they’d moved on and I had the room to myself. When I’m all ready, I head downstairs and talk to two of the desk clerks to find out if they know where I can find a new charger for my tablet. Sure enough, they do, and off I go to Kings Cross to grab a specific bus which heads for High Street. The directions I’d gotten, while convoluted, were concise and I soon found myself to be in the ‘hip’ neighborhood of London. The place where all the kids go to find adventure. Where artists go for cheap rent. And the place to go to find street vendors during the day. It’s a low cost neighborhood where I’d soon find a flea market, a couple music venues, an eclectic feel to it, and strange art strewn about here and there.

But before I got there, here’s a shot of King’s Cross Station where the bus, local trains, and tube all come together. Right behind me is where the buses line up. I walked here from the hostel and sure enough, it’s only a 10 minute stroll. This is where I came every day to make my way around the city.

I jumped aboard a double decker bus heading my direction. We’re on our way to High Street where I’ve been assured all my wildest dreams of finding a new charger will come true.

And a look at the top deck of the bus before anyone joined me. Comfy seats.

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After a restful night in my large bottom bunk bed, under a nice window that I’d cracked open the night before for a cooling breeze, I dressed and hurried down to breakfast in the basement. It was 6:30 ish as I’d gone to bed early and awoke early. I’d toured the low ceiling room last night and found there were only so many outlets and this morning I’d found my slow charger had not topped off my tablet overnight. Crap. So I found a seat at a four person table, right next to an outlet, plugged in and proceeded to load my tray with free breakfast goodies. Cereal, milk, coffee, toast, jam, and a couple slices of cheese. They had cold cuts, but I don’t have meat for breakfast as a rule. Except on weekends, and I forgot that today was Sunday. Hah. I should have gone out and had an interesting English breakfast…too late now, I was already stuffing my face by the time I thought of it.

And then this really cute 20 something gurl sits across from me at this not very wide table and proceeds to cough and hack the entire time she sat there. Gah! Go away! I don’t want no fuk’n cold! I tried to lean far, far away from her zone of germs…as far as my electrical charging cord would allow. Since the breakfast room was packed now, I had nowhere to move and still charge up my tablet.

After checking my email and reading my comics, I see that I’ve got even less battery charge left on my tablet then before. This ain’t right. Normally it would fully charge overnight. And barely lose any charge while plugged in while I’m using it. I’d replaced my charger with a substitute when one of the originals ‘legs’, the part that plugs into the wall socket, got all wiggly a month before because it had a broken solder joint. I also took a close look at the specs printed on the devices and found that the substitute charger I was now using a 1 Amp charger whereas the original was a 2 Amp. In addition, the cord for the original charger was thicker and heavier than any of the spare cables I’d brought. Damn.

I finished breakfast and surfing, then trudged upstairs trying to figure out what to do about the slow charging rate on my tablet. For starters, I figured I could charge it up all day in my room while I’m gone. That’s scary of course because there weren’t any lockable storage containers in the room at all, and I really couldn’t afford to have my tablet stolen. It had all my plans, links, phone numbers, notes, travel bargain bookmarks on it. It even has a working phone built in. Even if I find a secret place to charge the thing, I’m going to have to find a better charger somewhere in London to replace the bad one. Well, screw it, I’m in London and want to tour the town and charge my tablet. I looked all over the room trying to find a place where it wouldn’t be so visible. Eventually, I pulled out my heavy bunk bed and there was an outlet hidden behind it. Oh, great! I plugged in my charger, hid my tablet and charging cord under dirty clothes, blankets and pillows, pushed the bunk bed back against the wall so none of my roommates would spot it and off I went exploring London. And while exploring, I’d be looking for an electronics shop where I could buy a new charger.

The hostel had a walking tour assembling outside the building and I joined that group. We briskly set off towards King’s Cross to board the tube, and stopped every few minutes as our guide regaled us with stories of ancient daring do.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things: Of shoes–and ships–and sealing-wax–Of cabbages–and kings–

And why the sea is boiling hot–
And whether pigs have wings.”

And so, along our walk—we talked of many things. But sadly, as was our lot—saw nary a pig with wings.

We did, however, see some typical English neighborhoods with their typical cabs and lorries.

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It was May 31st, 2014 when I arrived in London. The bus from Amsterdam dropped us off at a non-descript bus station in what seemed like the middle of town. It was 6:30 AM and I was a little rummy from lack of sleep. As I headed off with my luggage, I asked a couple guys I’d talked to during the bus ride if they knew where I needed to go to find my hostel. With the new directions in hand, and discovering that the hostel was fairly close, I invited one of the guys for some coffee so I could pick his brain about London since he lived here and all. He didn’t have much money left after his trip on the continent and appreciated the breakfast I paid for while I appreciated the info he gave me about London. And then he says, “I’ve got some time, would you like to walk over to Buckingham Palace after breakfast?” Hah! Now that’s handy. Sure, let’s do it. So off we went to BP. This early in the morning, traffic is light, not many tourists around, and I was totally unaware that we only needed to walk maybe 5-6 blocks.  See that flag? It means that the Queen IS in residence in the palace.

I asked him where the doorbell is, because I wanted to say Hi to the queen, and share some crumpets and tea. And invite her to take over the colonies again since our congress didn’t seem to have any idea how to govern anymore. We couldn’t find a single doorbell. Damn.

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Next morning I quickly checked for any answers from AirBnB hosts for a room in Amsterdam. Nothing but a couple more rejections. Damn. Well, I thought, when I get to Amsterdam I’ll impose on a taxi driver to find me a hotel room or something. Still wondered what the deal was…why everything was booked? I began to wonder, based on the kinds of rejection notes I was getting, that had I’d been a cute 20 something woman if the hosts might not have suddenly had an open bed for me.

Well, whatever, made my way to the train station and off we went.

Pretty nice train. Large comfortable seats with enough empties that I had a table all to myself. Have to say it was really fast and smooth ride too. Boarded around 9:30 AM. 

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One thing you notice about Berlin…is that it looks new and modern. I am well aware of WWII and the nearly total destruction of the city and it was interesting to see some of the few buildings that survive relatively unscathed. The building I was staying in, for instance. Before the war, it was a home for orphaned Jewish deaf children. After Hitler took over, the staff and children were hustled off to Dachau and presumably murdered. Across the street from the Cityhostel where I stayed is a small park that has a commemoration plaque listing the names, and a statue dedicated to those lost souls. The park is one stop of many in Berlin on the Jewish atrocities tour. There was no hiding it, as the Germans tried to do for a while shortly after the war. Hundreds of thousands of them were shocked by the atrocities they were forced by the allies to see first hand. But there were many thousands of average citizens who knew what was going on but chose to turn a blind eye.

It’s funny that most of my life, when I’d run into a German, they would often bring up the Holocaust. Not something I would normally do, but those random strangers I’d met over the years often did. Collective guilt I always thought. The last time it happened was just last year in Mexico when I met a couple of retired Germans traveling around the world in their custom RV. We were talking about my planned visit to Europe, and Germany in particular, and they brought up Hitler and the Holocaust. Apologising for it. I explained to them that ‘we’, meaning most of the educated rest of the world our ages, didn’t hold the current older German generation responsible. It was their fathers and mothers, but even then, we weren’t blaming them. As science had shown that under the right circumstances, any peoples on earth would have probably done the same thing with a charismatic but sociopathic leader like they had had in Hitler.

Anyway, my point is that even though Germany is now a modern, secular, inclusive society, it does have a nasty history…but they aren’t hiding it. Far from it, if you have a curiosity about WWII, or are Jewish, there is plenty of tourist information specifically for you. And plenty of things to see that directly relates to those subjects. I didn’t seek them out, but I’d run into things like that as it seemed there was some historic plaque on nearly every older building. I must have bumped into 4 or 5 Jewish Holocaust tours while wandering around Berlin. Since I’ve read many books and watched numerous documentaries over the years about WWII and the Holocaust, that wasn’t my main interest. Fact is, now that I was here, I couldn’t think of any real compelling reason to come here at all, except to say that I’d been to Berlin. Whoop-tee-doo. Maybe if I was the type to go find a beer garden and spend hours there? Oh, I remember why I went. Because my brother was stationed in Germany when he was in the army and used to go on and on of how cool it was here.

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The main floor of the hostel was very nice, with a long bar, comfy couches with lots of nearby electrical outlets, free breakfast, and uncrowded rooms. There is a central, open courtyard of which my, and every other interior room on the 4th floor, had a nice view. My room is around 25 feet long and 12 feet wide with 2 sets of bunk beds, then a single bed that I took, and a set of small lockers that were positioned right next to my head. You might think having my roommates noisily opening and closing lockers right next to my sleeping head might be a problem, but it turned out not to be, for which I was thankful. The two gurls who came in the first night and bunked next to me were on a whirlwind tour of Berlin and toured the city during the day, then stayed out late every night, but also got up early every morning to jog. So I hardly saw, or heard them.

The room had very large windows letting in lots of light, with heavy curtains that could be pulled closed if you wanted to sleep in the daytime. If the weather would have been better, I’d have probably spent more time in the courtyard down below as it was very inviting, just off the dining room. As it was, there were only a couple times it was warm enough to spend much time there. Though we did have mostly cloudy weather and some rain showers, occasionally the sun would burst through and smile on us for an hour or two at a time. And it tended to be fairly chilly even then so jacket weather mostly during my stay.

Now that I was in Germany, I was kind of at a loss about what I wanted to see here in Berlin. I’d been traveling for over a month, and was kind of museumed out if you know what I mean, so little I was finding online interested me as far as tourist attractions go.

Ok, well, I’ll just tour around. The hostel had brochures for bus tours and such, so I’ll do what I’ve done other places in Europe, take a bus tour to get oriented, then go back and visit interesting places I’d seen on the bus tour. And then there was one bike rental place the hostel recommended that seemed like something I’d like to do too.

The bus tours started just a block or 3 away from the hostel which was handy. Staged right next to a park. Had this cool naked lady. It’s the Neptune Fountain. Seems to be a copy of the one in Florence, Italy. But, whatev. Still pretty cool.

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This is from my 4th day in Prague and this was just a sit around and relax day. I’d made arrangements a couple days before to travel to Berlin and the best way for me was by bus. Today, after a low cost breakfast at the hostel, I just spent lounging, internet, email, catching up with my cartoon reading…that sort of thing. But later that evening, I once again had dinner at The Green Tomato. This was stuffed chicken breast with sauteed veggies. Very good.

Note the loop string attached to my glasses. I’ve been known to put them down in my own house, 330 square feet of living space RV, and not find them again for hours. And in a couple instances, a couple days to find them when they’d fallen between the nightstand and the bed. But, whatever, on this trip I made sure I brought a bunch of those neck straps for my glasses. They really helped! Now, it just happened this night I’d taken them off and laid them on the table, but usually they’d be dangling around my neck. It was just too easy to wander off when distracted from nearly anywhere while traveling, but these loops prevented lost glasses time and time again. Anyway, I got 10 of them for $3 back in the states and I’m happy I did. I will use them whenever I’m traveling from now on. And a last shot of the street right outside the hostel. I took the shot because I like the sidewalks with patterns in them. Cool.

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I was having an excellent time in Prague, and I really appreciated how stuff was so low cost here in the Czech Republic. I also met so many happy 20 somethings, well aware of their luck of having been born too late to ‘enjoy’ the ‘benefits’ of the Soviet brand of communism. They have a mostly socialist state, but now with western style open market consumerism alongside. Hordes of tourists are now flooding into CR because it’s easy and fun, especially Prague. With all their money, they are causing the current building boom, refurbishments, and long neglected restorations. This helps keep many employed. As does the expanding service sector mostly there to service the tourists.  The city is no longer the dull and drab gray that personified a typical Soviet satellite city for so many decades.

The city is charming, though I was hoping for the opportunity to go into the country and browse around a small village or two. And the next day I just wandered around, eventually ending up in the old town square. Where stuff happens. I happened to notice a flyer that there was to be a presentation of Bach and Mozart in a church right on the square. It didn’t start until 18:00 so I planned to show up in the square around 16:00. On the walk there, happened upon a crystal shop and this is their stuff. Wow. Gorgeous.

You can see all the tents set up. This was the day before a special soccer game day or something. I forget. Lots of stuff going on in the town square. Over where those trees are, to the right of that church, is a restaurant with bunches of outdoor tables set up inside that area, which turns out is a park. That’s where I wanted to eat because their menu featured Beef Goulash. Now I’m aware there’s several ways to make goulash but I especially wanted to try the goulash here in Prague since I believed they invented it.

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