Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musings. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 14

Berlin: The obligatory step back in time

Germany. Hitler. The Berlin Wall.

I wasn’t expecting much more from Berlin. Why would I? It’s all anyone really hears about it. As it’s a city I’ve never been too interested in visiting, I’ve never bothered to learn much more about it. In fact, I knew far too little about both issues. The Wall came down in my lifetime yet I was ashamedly uninformed on the subject until last year. After visiting Hiroshima I’m acutely aware how World War 2 ended, but knew practically nothing about how, and more importantly, why, it began.

It’s 23 years since the Berlin Wall came down – the anniversary was on Friday, my last day in the city. Berlin has put that relatively recent event well behind it. It’s wasted no time coming into its own as an edgy, modern, cultural hub. The graffiti and art that covered the West side of the Wall has exploded throughout the city. Berlin’s music and clubbing scene is so intense that it is the new city that never sleeps. Eclectic doesn’t begin to describe the “anything goes” approach to fashion. For me, it’s those sides of the city are worth discovering. But of course, you can’t escape the Berlin’s past.

[caption id="attachment_2843" align="aligncenter" width="584" caption="The 1.3km stretch of the East side of the Berlin Wall outside the Topography of Terror"][/caption]

Only a snippet of the 155km Wall is still standing. There’s about 200m standing out front of the Topography of Terror – a museum built on the site of the buildings of the former Nazi security forces.  There’s another 1.3km at the East Side Gallery. I saw a slab as part of a display at the Newseum in Washington DC. There’s even a segment in Canberra. You can buy souvenir pieces, but by 1998 enough had been sold to build the Wall twice over.

[caption id="attachment_2844" align="aligncenter" width="584" caption="A piece of the Berlin Wall on display at the Newseum in Washington DC. I debated whether to take a photo of this at the time - it seemed to not mean as much as part of a display in a US museum instead of being in Berlin. Call it a principal thing, but I still kind of wish I hadn't taken it, but it illustrates a point here."][/caption]

Nearly every tourist to Berlin will leave with a photo of Checkpoint Charlie – one of five former crossing points between East and West Berlin. Although visiting Checkpoint Charlie is like visiting Beyonce at Maddam Tussauds. It’s all fake. Apparently the only remaining authentic item at the checkpoint is the frame around this sign:





The sign itself is a replica. The sand bags are filled with concrete. The guards – which charge €2 for a photo – are actors. Tourists can get a stamp in their passport for a country that no longer exists. This, my travelling friends, is all for show.

The McDonald’s down the street is just tops it off, although it would be more entertaining if it has been built in former East Berlin.

I saw both the Wall and Checkpoint Charlie. Part of me wish I hadn’t set eyes on the latter purely on principal, but there was a great exhibition at the site that made it worthwhile. A visit to Berlin could easily be consumed with visiting reminders of Berlin’s Nazi or Cold War past.. But there is so much more to this city than standing over Hitler’s bunker or walking along the remnants of the Berlin Wall. Berlin’s history is exactly that – history. Berlin has so much more to offer....

Saturday, October 27

The Travel Bug - it's just a state of mind

Tasmania is by far one of the most beautiful places in the world. I say that with confidence, having visited many of the places more widely considered to fall into that category. Yet there's so much of Tasmania's beauty I've barely experienced - if at all. Wineglass Bay? I was young and can't really remember it. Cradle Mountain? Fleeting visits for work. Bay of Fires? Haven't been there. In short, I took it all for granted. Assumed I could, and would, visit it all at anytime.

Plonk me in a new city or country and suddenly nothing can wait. Every day is there to be made the most of. It's the usual approach to travel and one of the reasons we love it. We call it The Travel Bug. But I'm beginning to think The Travel Bug is just a state of mind. For me, traveling is becoming less about where I go and more about how I feel and how I behave. When I'm traveling I go out of my way to explore new places, try new things, meet new people and push the limits of my comfort zone.

Turns out, I can do all that from home.

[caption id="attachment_2824" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="I took this photo while kayaking at Halong Bay in Vietnam."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2823" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="This was taken on Derwentwater (at Keswick) while I was in between the breakfast and dinner shift."][/caption]

I'm working full-time in Keswick - in fact my rostered week is more than 40 hours, not the usual 38. Although my contract was temporary at first, I now have work until my working visa expires in July, so another nine months. It's enough time to contemplate decorating my bedroom. It's worth getting a UK driving licence. In short, I should get comfortable. But I'm not going to.

Getting comfortable is the reason I've been to Sydney, but not walked over the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It's the reason I've been to Brisbane and the Gold Coast countless times, but never to the Great Barrier Reef. And the reason I admired the ski fields from my Vancouver apartment every day in winter, but didn't learn to snowboard until the last two weeks of the season.

When I arrived in Keswick, I was a wide-eyed tourist. During the six hours free I had on my split shifts, I would grab a map, pack a lunch and head out into the fells. Then my contract was extended and there went the sense of urgency. I started skipping a day here and there. Even sunny ones (*gasp*). I started to get comfortable.

[caption id="attachment_2821" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Out hiking in Jasper while on a one-month trip across Canada."][/caption]

[caption id="attachment_2822" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="Out for a hike in The Lake District on a day off"][/caption]

So I'm back to acting like a tourist and treating the Lake District like any other stop on my travels. I visit the popular tourist destinations. I go on walks just to take photos. I plan weekend sightseeing trips. My traveling may have come to a end for now, but the Travel Bug is very much alive.

Friday, July 20

Why I love le Tour

[caption id="attachment_2530" align="aligncenter" width="584" caption="Cadel poses with Aussie fans at the 2011 event"][/caption]

If you've read my most recent posts, are privy to my Facebook status or tune into my Twitter account, you'll know I'm a bit of a Tour de France fan.  I'm no cycling junkie and not even the biggest Tour tragic in my family, but I eagerly follow along for those three weeks in July through the time trials, the mountains and that final ride into Paris. (I even changed my blog title to yellow in honour of the yellow jersey...yep, sad)

Sports fans will attest le Tour is one of the greatest sporting events. Although most sports fans will cheer on - and then analyse the result of - a trolley race down the supermarket aisle a so we can't take their word for it. But what about those people who pay little attention to sport, let alone cycling, for the remaining 49 weeks in the year, but come le Tour time are well-versed in phrases such as peloton, breakaway and GC-contender? What is it about le Tour de France that wins so many hearts and late-night viewers (for those in the Southern Hemisphere)?

A Gentleman's Game

Example: Stage 14 2012. Last Sunday British rider Bradley Wiggins is the overall leader in the yellow jersey. His main rival and pre-event favourite Cadel Evans is about three minutes behind in the standings. Everybody is riding along happily with Evans gets a flat tyre because some idiot (I'm being restrained) has thrown carpet tacks on the road. A little way along he gets another one, putting him well behind his main competitors. Wiggins, riding ahead in a group of riders, slows down and effectively halts the race. They coast along until Evans catches back up. By the time they crossed the finish line, Evans and Wiggins were riding side-by-side (a bit cute really). Now why would Wiggins wait? Why not take the opportunity to increase his lead? "I thought it was the honourable thing to do," he said post-race. "Nobody wants to benefit from someone else's misfortune." Keep in mind that at the time he slowed, Wiggins didn't know about the tacks.

This behaviour isn't unique to Wiggins. In 2003 Jan Ullrich waited for eventual winner Lance Armstrong when Armstrong's handlebar got caught in strap of a spectator's bag on a mountain climb. In what other sport would this happen? This really is a Gentleman's Game, perhaps except for when they line the edge of the road for a pee break.



The broadcast

The Tour de France is one of the most-watched sporting events. My TDF broadcast experience comes thanks to SBS in Australia and ITV in Scotland. It's largely the same broadcast team. I feel safe in saying that no broadcast team, in any sport, does the job like this crew. The scenery is stunning, thanks to the roving army of helicopters following the race and the commentators, lead by Phil Liggett, make the event accessible to anyone. They explain terms, tactics, history, local knowledge...the lot. If you're watching in Australia you get a bonus in Gabriel Gate's food snippets. This broadcast, with its aerial shots of medieval castles, chateaus and great mountains, is more likely to inspire a trip to the French countryside than bellowing from a couch-bound, beer drinking sports fanatic.

Le Tour Live

Just as you don't need to be a sports or cycling fan to enjoy the broadcast, neither is a requirement to enjoy it in action. In fact, the only prerequisite might be patience. Having stood road-side for a few stages now, I'm don't think half the people around me are mad sports fans. Same as half the crowd at the Melbourne Cup wouldn't know which way to face on a horse. Town stages have a carnival atmosphere, with music, roaming dress-up characters and freebies. Along the course, it's a friendly community of dedicated fans in motor homes and drive-by tourists who thought they might as well see what the fuss is about. Over a few hours everybody makes nice with their neighbours, enjoys the publicity caravan and relaxes in the countryside. Eventually the bikes come and a few minutes later people go home.



I could go on. There are so many reasons to love le Tour: Lance Armstrong's inspiring post-cancer wins, Cadel's victory as the first Australian winner, seeing Tasmanian riders compete in the ultimate cycling race, George Hincapie riding on with a broken collarbone to finish...

In a few days it will be over for another year and I can go back to paying no attention to professional cycling. But before that I'm going to scream like a maniac cheer as the riders travel down the Champs Elysees in Paris....

Tuesday, June 26

My adventure - one year on

One year ago I was sitting in the Sydney Airport, having just left Tasmania. As I waited for my sister I wrote this post. Twelve months later it seems appropriate to reflect on what's happened since then.

[caption id="attachment_2356" align="aligncenter" width="187" caption="My first day in Paris last year...I was actually wearing those shorts today. I'm impressed they still fit!"][/caption]

Travel

Of the last 12 months, I've spent almost four of them travelling. Just as I was last year, I'm on the road. Although then I was at the beginning of a trip last and now I'm a week away from the end. It's time to go to Scotland and rejoin reality.

My pack still weighs about the same. It's about 19kg. Although three boxes are waiting for me in Scotland so my possessions (what isn't stored in the spare room at Mum and Dad's) have grown a little.

The travelling I've done in the past year has only opened my eyes to how much more there is to see. Travel pushes my boundaries of adventure and self-reliance and it's a challenge I can't get enough of.

[caption id="attachment_2365" align="aligncenter" width="584" caption="My one year adventure anniversary, on the river in Prague."][/caption]

Work

I've had a 12-month hiatus from media for a lot of reasons. But that's been filled with a great nine months working in Vancouver at The Secret Garden Tea Company and Avenue Grill. Actually, that reminds me, a new Teacup Tales must be due...

Working in hospitality was good fun. You definitely see another side to people and I saw a different side to myself, but I'm missing media. I'm missing it enough to settle down and commit to the industry for a good while at the expense of some more passport stamps. Time for a come back? I think so...

[caption id="attachment_2359" align="aligncenter" width="300" caption="With "Garden Girls" Robyn and Whitney. We may or may not have coordinated our glasses that day."][/caption]

Life, love and friends

I can't log into Facebook without congratulating a friend on their engagement/wedding/pregnacy/new arrival/child's birthday. It seems everyone has reached that stage of their life. I'm so so happy for them, but as for me? Not yet. And not any time soon.

As one of my favourite customers in Vancouver liked to remind me "your life can change in the blink of an eye". That's so very true and I know so much is out of my hands. But for now I'm happy with things as they are.

If the last 12 months has taught me anything, it's how important people are. Friends, family...everybody. In the short time I was in Vancouver (nine months isn't that long compared to my 26 years in Tasmania) I made some friends I'll have for life. I also forged stronger bonds with friends back home. When you see people every day at work or home, it's easy to take that relationship for granted. Move to the otherside of the world and see what lasts and what doesn't.

The year ahead...

In a lot of ways the uncertainity I felt 365 days ago is back. I have no idea what's next for me. In the immediate future it's job hunting and settling somewhere in the UK. The specifics of that are anyone's guess. As is what will happen beyond that. Life's fun isn't it?

Monday, May 28

CouchSurfing and party crashing in Quebec

I'm a big advocate of CouchSurfing and this little recount of my weekend in Quebec explains why. The generousity and hospitality I received from not just my host, but complete strangers, was incredible. And lots of fun.

In Quebec I'm staying with Juan and his lovely pointing griffon Kelvin. Seriously - best behaved dog ever. On Saturday afternoon I met Juan at his place to head to his friend's birthday. I asked what I should take and he warns me we might not be coming back that night. I ask if we need to get any food or anything to drink and the reply is nope, it's all waiting for us. We pick up some people on the way - one has to ride in the back with Kelvin - and drive about 40-minutes out of the city.

We arrive at this house in god-knows-where. Honestly, I have no idea where we were. But it was a big house, with a huge block backing onto woods. And the party is in full swing. There's food out, kids are running around and randomly Britney Spears is playing on the CD player. I'm not the only ring-in: Juan has some friends up from Montreal and another workmate has brought his girlfriend, who doesn't know anyone either. But regardless we are welcomed with open arms and fed lobster. Lots and lots of lobster. I met so many great people, understood more conversation than usual because a lot was in English, and had a fabulous time.

As the night winds up around a fire we are shown into the basement where our hosts help us set up camping mattresses and sleeping bags. I'm ashamed to say I can't even remember the names of the people we were staying with. Just too many new faces. But when one asks who the CouchSurfer is I put up my hand and he returns with the cushions off the couch for me to sleep on. Very sweet.

In the morning we wake up to breakfast: bread and spreads and cereal and juice all waiting for us. We eat out on the deck in the sun before heading off around mid-morning.

Of the ones who stayed, about half had never met our hosts before. And for me, well I was just some random who had no connection to anyone. But regardless, we were treated like family and it was wonderful.

Back in Quebec City, we head out for Columbian for lunch (there are three Columbians in our group) and then walk through the Old City before relaxing in a park until it gets a bit chilly for us.

To have Juan, my host, agree to have me stay and then include me in this (it was his birthday too last week so the party was a bit of a joint celebration) was really sweet. And then to have these strangers welcome me, feed me and take me in for the night was incredibly generous.

It just goes to show there are some really wonderful people out there and this weekend I felt really lucky to meet some of them.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Saturday, May 5

One more year down...

So it's a year since Will and Kate. I doubt you care. I certainly don't. But such events have a way, regardless of your interest level, of making you think "A year? Really? Gee that went quick". This anniversary was no different. When I found out the second most annoying milestone of the year was upon us (Titanic's 100th took the cake: now in 3D...gee thanks), I found my brain flashing back to the last 12 months and wondering what happened to them.

Turning 26 was the start of something special. I quit my job, rented out my house, travelled through Europe, moved to Canada, met some amazing people, saw some amazing sights and did some amazing things. At my 26th birthday, while I sat on my living room floor eating a Moroccan feast with friends, running a half marathon was not on the cards. Yet nine months later I was crossing the finish line of the First Half Half-Marathon in Vancouver.

[caption id="attachment_1372" align="aligncenter" width="600" caption="Coldplay up close. A great start to 27!"][/caption]

 

So what will 27 bring? One of my favourite bloggers, Seattle's Travels, on approaching her 24th birthday, listed her Bucket List for the upcoming year: 25 before 25. In a similar fashion I've compiled a list of goals for the next 12 months. I won't bore you with 27 goals (plus I doubt I could come up with that many) so I've kept it to nine.

9: Get Cadel Evans' autograph. I'm going to Le Tour de France a second time and I'm not leaving empty handed.

8: See an Olympic Event. I don't care if it's gymnastics, horse riding, hockey or weight lifting. London 2012 will be awesome!

7: Take a photography course. I am doing OK teaching myself, but there's so much to learn.

6: Go to Bruges. This one is on the cards but not set in stone yet.

5: Get back into media. It's been fun having a few months off from "real" work but I miss the industry now.

4: Drive on the right side of the road. For some reason it terrifies me.

3: Get a travel article published. I was a bit lazy on this front after my last trip so this time I'll put more effort in.

2: Visit Lords for a cricket match. If the Aussie's are playing, that would be smashing...and I'm not just talking about what we'd do to the Poms.

1: Make sure I keep in touch with the wonderful people I've met around the world.

Your life can change in the blink of an eye, so anything could happen. 27...bring it on!