Sunday 24 February 2008

guten tag.

so my flight to Berlin ended up being a flight to Hanover on what i assume to be a toy plane, then a train ride to Berlin.

Original plan:
.Do not miss my flight

New Plan:
.Fly to Hanover because booking another flight to Berlin would have been 380 euros.
.Take a train to Berlin

i knew nothing about Hanover but was told that it is 156 miles from Berlin.


















so i make it to Hanover, spend 30 minutes there, then got a train ticket to Berlin. this is 120 euros later, and i am not pleased with myself. but i was in Germany! and i had a bratwurst that was delicious.

FYI: i am not a vegetarian in Europe. i had many sausage delights. many equals 6. i also had Blutwurst (blood sausage) with sauerkraut. also, schnitzel. all amazing. oh yes. and beer of course.














i made it to EastSeven Berlin Hostel 5 hours later than i was suppose to. but it is a great hostel, i met some people there, and we all collectively decided to go out. there was more than 10 of us easily. and we somehow ended up at a goth club. we decide that there may be something else for us besides the "last cathedral". we left, the drunk boys almost got into a fight with goth boys, we wandered, rode the underground.

Underground in Berlin: basically free. i did not buy one ticket all weekend. and it's open 24 hours on the weekend.















then i saw some sights.

Highlights:
.remains of the Berlin Wall (first picture)
.Holocaust Memorial (third picture)
.Currywurst (bratwurst with curry sauce)
.free underground
.little green man with a hat (sixth picture)
.cigarettes can be purchased from a vending machine (seventh picture)
.Sunday flea markets
.hip hop club i had no business being at, but had fun, and saw a man or, "the man", wearing a city of Compton shirt (video below)








Sunday 17 February 2008

oh Canada.


so this weekend. my friend Pete and i wanted to get out and check out an indie-dance club, so we attempted to find it Friday night. we followed his map, and directions given to him by someone, but we were still pretty clueless. so we get to a corner where there was a group of people, and in his broken French, ask if they know where this "pop in" may be. it turns out that they are from Canada, and speak English. we get to talking, and they are from Toronto, though they mainly met here in France. they also befriended another person from Paris that night. Pete and i decide to give up on the club and hang out with our new friends. good people they are. i met up with them last night at a small bar because there was a free dj show. Andrew, one amongst the group, got the opportunity to put on a small show himself.

this is the way i live. in Paris.
























































this is my room plus the things i have accumulated since being here. yes, i am being spoiled right now. my host mother does my laundry, i have internet, i can call to the States for free, and she cooks for me if i make it home in time.

Wednesday 13 February 2008

this modern art museum by day and warehouse party by night place is in the red light district. it is an amazing concept. there is art on the walls, anyone can get in so there is a wonderful mix of people, beer for 1.50 euro from a keg, and there is an in house DJ.

i forgot to mention the great flea market in Brussels. it's a daily flea market in the morning, and has such an interesting selection of things. i am a little embarassed to say i did not bargain for the "asian girl" magazine. or the man. i initially purchased a record and an instrument for 7 euros.


























little did i know that after the vendors pack up their things, there are still a good amount of treasures. FOR FREE. i mean, treasures are in the eye of the beholder, but my eye was satisfied. 2 beers later, we ran around to different trash piles, and started to fill a bag full of things. this bag of nonsense included:
.various books in various languages
.a skirt, kimono, and scarf
.vase
.tin box
.slides
.a diploma
.picture of a man
.wall hanging
.cheap trick sleeve, but no disc
.dance record
.monopoly money

asian new year














my new year was last week, and it was a delightful one. the best part came later when i was wandering aimlessly around Paris and happened to discover a parade, an asian one of course. coincidence, i think not.












Monday 11 February 2008

i miss these people.

oh. amis. AIFS














name: Braffman, Adam
age: 21
sex: Jew
location: 15th arrondissement
star quality: has what we all want, because his bag is always full.



















name: Johnson, Alix
age: 20
sex: Swed/Chink
location: 15 arrondissement
star quality: romance languages. pastries. she loves them. actually, she loves anything with sugar.














name: Masi, Brian
age: 20
sex: Chimay
location: 16th arrondissement
star quality: eats lettuce by the head. loves beer. runs swiftly. man of pom pooms.

Brussels. Chimay.














Brian and i made a trip specifically to Belgium for Chimay.














explanation: Chimay is Belgian beer brewed by Trappist Monks. trappist monks choose to brew beer with an alcohol content of 9% or higher. Chimay is a city in Belgium. we were not informed that the Abbey (home of the monks) or the bottling company is not actually in Chimay, but is 7 km away.
But let's backtrack here. we arrived in Brussels on Tuesday February 5, which is also a great city. not as picturesque as some European cities, but with just as much character.

30 minutes after arriving by train, we found a small brewery that brews Lambic beer. it still brews its beer traditionally, and we were able to taste authentic Gueuze and Kriek.

Day Two in Brussels:
we get up early to take a train to Charleroi, to take a bus to Chimay. the train ride is about an hour. we arrive in Charleroi and discover that we need to pull cash. i think it's safe to say that there may only be one ATM in that city, and we did not find it quickly. go back to the station to purchase bus tickets. note that there is definitely a language barrier, so everything i do is a half guess. we watched numerous buses pass, but ours shows up 45 minutes later.

then there's a 45 minute commute to Chimay. so we arrive there, and we start seeing signs for Chimay. it is a pretty exciting moment. we walk into a bar that has it on tap, of course. sit down to drink a beer. not much in our stomachs, and the high alcohol content gives you a slight buzz, even with one beer. we ask the men in the bar where the brewery is. they explain that it is not open to visitors, and that it is 7 km away.

we don't care because we just had a Chimay, and apparently that was enough to fuel our 7 km walk. so we decide it will be our pilgrimage, and take off walking. we are equipped with obscure directions that were written on the back of a coaster, but the coaster was not given to us. once again, the language barrier does not help. we basically just followed signs that sounded familiar. so we're walking, and the sidewalk ends and the road turns into a 2 lane highway.


it's OK though, because we were going to Chimay. we continue on the side of the road for 5 km, and decide to turn down a road so we can pee. in a ditch. the roads are lined with Jupiler beer cans (a not so delightful Belgian beer) and for a part of it, dirty diapers. we enter civilization, which is an overstatement, and ask some people where the Chimay brasserie (brewery) is and we are pointed in some direction. throughout this whole trip, we did not know that the monastery and bottling company were nowhere near each other. and that there were multiple names for both.

so we go back towards the main road, after taking this ridiculous detour, and find the bottling company. we run towards it, only to find out it does not offer tours. the beer is brewed at the Abbey, our original plan. but we purchased two large bottles of Chimay for 5 euros, put them in our backpacks, and took off walking. AGAIN.


























we decided to head towards the Abbey because it was sort of on the way back to actual Chimay where we had to catch the bus, or get left. we still had not eaten, and there was only one option (a small market). so we went pass the fruit, and grabbed Pringles, candy, and petit biscuits for our journey home. we go towards what we believe is the Abbey, that is not the case. so we stop at a house and ask where the Abbey may be. turns out it is 5 km further down. it is now getting dark and starting to rain, so we abandoned our mission, and head towards the city. we arrive. more than 14 km later, we ended up back at the bar to have a Chimay. and catch the last bus, after trying to jump onto the wrong one. we get to the train station, look at some paper schedule, run up onto the wrong platform, check the screen and find out that our train is leaving in 2 minutes. so we SPRINT up the correct platform and the doors to the train close on us. we see one open and manage to get on the train right before it departs.

all of this. for beer.

Amsterdayaam





i was in Amsterdam from February 1-3. by far, one of my favorite cities.
bikes outnumber both cars and pedestrians combined. there are bike routes everywhere, and canals are at every turn.
though it is the home to the Heineken brewery, they are closed until June 2008.
i visited the Van Gogh museum though, and know more than i should about that man.
i discovered that authentic Dutch food actually means Indonesian food.

Highlights of Amsterdam:
.Heineken on tap (i may never drink it in the States again)
.a "house party" in a modern art museum
.coffee shops that pass out menus for marijuana by the gram
.peep shows
.it snowed

Sunday 10 February 2008









Paris

i have officially been in Europe for one month.
i start school tomorrow (yes, i have had a lot of free time for the past month).
my cours pratiques (language course) is everyday for two hours.
phonetics is every other week for one hour a day.
two seminars at about 3 hours each, once a week.
one 3 day weekend in March.
spring break is April 16-May 5.
5 day weekend following spring break.
school ends May 27, at the latest.

my host is an older lady that lives by herself in an apartment located in the 16th arrondissement.
it turns out i have a house mate. but we each have our own rooms and bathrooms.
it is a 10 minute walk to the Eiffel Tower, as well as the Champs-Elysees.
though i have to take the metro to the university.
i never want to drive again.
i have ventured to all of the main monuments, which are conveniently in close proximity to one another.
Paris is overwhelmingly large.

Cannes

after my 3 day visit to London, we were relocated to Cannes for 2 weeks.

Highlights of Cannes:
.fromagerie
.shaving my head
.the Mediterranean Sea
.Claude (my temporary French teacher)
.dining hall

London


one month mark.
in the Europe.
rewind.