Thursday, July 5, 2007

Paris : La ville de l'amour


The Eiffel Tower stood tall, glittering over the city of Paris in the moonless night in its imminent brilliance as I watched it in awe, standing some distance away on the banks of the Seine river. It was a calm summer evening, and as the light breeze from the Seine kissed my face, I swore to myself that the next time I am at this incredibly romantic spot, I shall not be alone.

The idea to go to Paris trip originated in our previous Amsterdam trip. When we were in Amsterdam, continuing in our vein of craziness (It must have been the annual crazy weekend or something), we wanted to go to Paris in the weekend as well. Get this: we had already covered Germany, Denmark, Holland, and we wanted to cover Luxembourg, Brussels and finally touch Paris. However, sanity won, and we postponed the Paris trip to a later day. Eiffel Tower could wait.

It wasn’t a very long wait though. Only one month later, we were browsing the internet , eagerly looking for the best deals for Paris from Hamburg. And I think we found a stealer: 4 days , 3 nights in a decent hotel plus flights : 300 euros only(Approx. 18000 Indian rupees). We immediately jumped on the offer and booked ourselves on.

Oh , Paris, dear city of love, get some fresh romance in the air : We are coming . (Sounds like a cheapo dialog from a B grade flick, but hey , who cares, as long as we make it to Paris) We left Hamburg on Thursday afternoon. After about an hour of flying , we were in Paris.

The Charles De Gaulle Airport is real far from the city , and it took us about an hour to reach the hotel. At about 7 in the evening, we were all ready to hit the spot which symbolizes Paris now: The Eiffel Tower.
The monument doesn’t look so impressive in the day time. However, you have to wait till the sun sets , its as if the Eiffel switches on its charm at that time. Weighing around 7000 tons and real tall, the tower gets all lit up in an orange hue when the sun sets. It looks incredibly beautiful. Imagine the evening sky in its dusky colours varying between various shades of orange and blue, with the Eiffel adding to the romanticism with its orange hue.

It completes the effect.

And suddenly, as you are looking at it, breathing in the beauty, the unexpected happens. Hundreds of lights on the tower start glittering, as if someone has captured all the shining stars in the skies and confined them in the tower, and said “Just stay here and glitter quietly. Don’t go anywhere.” Against the backdrop of the dark, dark night it looks stunning to the effect of taking your breath away.
We just stood there watching the tower for a looong time. No one feels the need to talk at this moment. You just stand there taking in the brilliance around you.

After taking in our share of brilliance (too much of everything is bad), we decided to move on towards the Arc De Triomphe. If you have been to Delhi and seen the India Gate in night, here is a replica of the same. (Napoleon would kill me if he reads this, but hey, everyone is entitled to his/her opinion. And beta Napo, I stick to mine).
-- Arc De Triomphe --

It’s a majestic gate that was commissioned by Napoleon to commemorate his brilliant victories in that period. The arch is located at the end of the Champs-Elysées, in the middle of the Place Charles de Gaulle, a large circular square from which no less than 12 Streets emanate. The streets are named after French military leaders. Champs-Elysées is the world’s most famous promenade, which is lined with cinemas, theaters, cafes and luxury shops. If you are going here with a lady, make sure that your credit card is loaded. It is undoubtedly the place where you find all the big fashion names and the most expensive ones too. Ladies, make the best out of this place: you won’t find better names in the fashion world than the ones you see here.

Coming back to the Arc : It seems that there were lots of famous victory marches here. Whoever conquered France used to come here and do his little victory March here. Wierdos. The Germans in 1871, French in 1918, the Germans again in 1940 , the French and the allies in 1944. I did my own li’il march under the gate to see how it feels. Felt cold, and wet, and not my idea of celebrating any victory. I’d rather go to a pub and have a couple of beers. :)

Which takes us to our last destination for the day, an Irish pub, where we gulped down a couple of cocktails . Now Paris is expensive like hell, and if u don’t want to survive only on McDonalds here, u really should be prepared to spend a lot. Money evaporates from pockets like water drops from tin roofs on a hot day in India.

Tired after the day one , we retired back to our hotels , eagerly looking forward to our next day , when we planned to go the Louvre, where the famous Mona Lisa was kept.

Day 2:

“She looks Ugly” exhorted Ugur loudly, as everybody around us turned to look at us in shock. The fact that these words were directed at Mona Lisa , the most celebrated painting in history , had a profound effect in the hall of Louvre museum, as everybody stared at Ugur. For a moment I thought the police would come in and throw Ugur in jail. Probably its illegal to call Mona Lisa ugly in Paris. Nothing happened, however, and people continued looking at the painting as if in some trance.

-- Mona Lisa --


Though I didn’t totally agree with Ugur, I still was trying to make sense of the hype around this painting , uh “masterpiece” ,sorry . Probably I wasn’t made to appreciate paintings. ‘The smile is mysterious’, some said. ‘It’s a self portrait of Da vinci.’ ‘It’s a fusion between male and female’. Whatever. It looked like an ordinary painting of a woman with a crooked smile. I think the copies of this painting in the books look better. Guess you need to be a real art lover to appreciate her ‘smile’ and unravel the associated mysteries.

We reached the Louvre museum early in the morning , with the aim of catching a glimpse of this masterpiece. The Louvre was built as a castle earlier which was later converted to a museum. It is the most widely visited museum in the world with works from painters all over the world. These are Mona Lisa, the Madonna of Rocks, The Virgin mary and the associated schmere. In addition to paintings, it also houses some famous sculptures from across the world. A paradise for art lovers, it’s a huge museum which can take an entire day to see properly.
Done with the customary round of Louvre, we left the museum at 5 in the evening.



-- Musee De Louvre --

-- Paris view from Louvre --


The next step on our destination was the Notre Dame, the most famous cathedral in Paris. One of the finest examples of gothic architecture, what is striking about this cathedral is two massive towers , and the absence of the conical top from the front. Intricate carvings adorn the entrance. Probably carvings of some French saints :-). Its quite interesting that the cathedral has a completely different look if you see it from the back , as compared to the front.

-- Notre Dame --


Outside the church is the point zero, which is the considered to be the center of Paris city.
I had my share of fun here. I told a curious tourist family that it is a legend that your wish is granted , if you stand on point zero, close your eyes and jump once while making the wish. It was quite funny to see the entire family taking turns to jump on the point zero . hehehe.The lady in the family jumped thrice.. guess she had a pretty long list of wishes. I was wondering if I shud have charged them 5 euros for each jump. ;-)

We left Notre Dame for Montmarte, which has two principal attractions: the Sacre Cour Church and the streets . The streets are quite nice with cafes and nice pubs lining the place. After climbing some 300 steps, you come across the Sacre Cour, translated which means the Sacred Heart. The domed structure looks imposing.

-- Sacre Cour standing out in Paris landscape --

The architecture reminds you of more of a mosque than a church with four semi circular domes topping the structure.

-- Moulin Rouge: Montmarte --

Coming back to the streets , we caught sight of the famous theatre , Moulin Rouge . One show cost 145 Euros. Oh we all had the money, but since we were short of time, we decided to skip this part. Hehehe.

Covering all that we planned , we finished day 2, looking forward to our next destination: the palace of Versailles.

Day 3: Versailles palace

-- On the way to Versailles --

For those of you for whom the name Versailles rings a bell, here’s why – this is the place where the first world war treaty was signed, and we were made to mug it up in school to get good marks in history.(If u flunked history, don’t worry about the rings-a-bell thing) Versailles treaty it was called , and it brought an end to the first world war, officially.

-- Hall Of Mirrors:Versailles Palace --


The Versailles palace was built by Louis XIV, as an extension to the hunting lodge his father , Louis XIII has built on this place. It is not very high, with only the ground and the first floor and a huge expanse of gardens. The first floor had the king’s grand apartment, the queens suite, the hall of mirrors(where the Versailles treaty was signed) and the private apartments of the queens.

-- Versailles Palace:Entry --


The queens suite has the bedchamber, where the queens of France used to give birth, in public!!! This was apparently done to dispel any doubts whatsoever regarding Royal birth.
“Waah, kya saboot hain”. I guess Rin-safedi has competition here as far as saboot is concerned.

The next thing which is worth mentioning here is the garden and the musical fountains .
Stretching over a vast expanse, the gardens truly add a touch of heaven to the palace. Adorned by majestic fountains, the gardens can be traveled in electric cars . Follow the route, and you cover all the fountains in an hour.

-- Fountains in the gardens --

Accompanied by violin music, these fountains look very charming and another should-not-go-alone spot. Covering the fountains alone took an hour, and by the time we were done, it was already evening.

Next : A boat trip by the Seine in the evening. I swear Paris looks twice as pretty in the evening than in the morning. All the monuments lined along the Seine are lit up and give the ferry trip in the Seine a lovely ambience. If you are in Paris and do this trip – do it in night . Its truly inexplicable.

That finishes our 3rd day in Paris . The next day , Sunday , we woke up quite late, and braced ourselves for a nice French brunch in one of the cafes in St. Germain. This is a very cute spot in Paris , lined with lovely cafes and if the sun is out, you can enjoy the lovely French food with some wine in the nice sun. -- Cafes in St. Germain --

The French wine brought to an end our Paris trip. There are lotsa memories I take back from this city. And some impressions, namely:

1. The first thing that strikes you is that Paris has a very very cosmopolitan look. You find people from all parts of the world here. Its like one big ad of ‘United Colors of Benetton’

2. The French people are very helpful. The conception that the French are rude and do not speak back if you speak English is all rubbish. A lady almost missed her train while trying to explain to us the directions to Versailles. Another guy , whom I asked for directions, went inside his shop, searched in the net, took a printout of the map and handed it over me. Wow.

3. French is one of the sweetest sounding languages in the world. Imagine an entire population breaking into melodies everytime they want to communicate . The next to-do for me :Take french classes.

4. Paris is very crowded. The traffic and honking makes it resemble an Indian city.I swear. But the resemblance ends there : )

5. Parisians love music. Everywhere you go, you find ppl humming tunes, singing et al,and are a bit laid back unlike the germans who prefer to do stuff by the rules.

6. The Paris metro is the most confusing metro in the world. I think London metro is more busy, but is very simple to understand. Here you keep running for half a mile to get to the right platform and you finally realize that it’s the wrong one. Hehe

7. All in all , Paris is one hell of a luuuvely city. And I swear I shall be back here. Not alone this time. :-)

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

From Amsterdam with love..




"I want to buy some fruits". Declared Ugur. It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and we had just lapped up a good Spanish lunch.
"Oh well, I shall just walk along". Myself.
"Cool, lets just walk". Sascha joined.

None of us had thought in our wildest dreams that a simple walk to buy some fruits would be the start of one of the craziest weekends we have had in a looong time.

It was planned to be a quite day on Saturday, with all of us going to witness the Hafengeburtstag, or the harbour birthday in Hamburg.

-- Hafengeburtstag (Harbour Birthday):Hamburg --

Sascha had rented a car for the weekend, and we drove to the harbour to witness the birthday celebrations. The rain,however, wasnt the only thing that dampened our spirits . The birthday celebrations were quite not-as-exciting-as-we-expected, which really pulled us down. Above you see a couple of planes doing some stunts on the harbour. And thats me having a beer with Ruth .

-- German Beer --

Next stop was Sternschanze, in Hamburg. This place has a lot of nice cafes and restaurants, and probably had the weather been better(read sunnier), it wud have been the ideal place to come . (or visit, if you prefer. ;-) ) I actually took a liking to the palce. Hopped into a Spanish place, and ate to our heart's content. Thanks to Ruth, who showed us this place. I definitely would come here again.(no pun intended.)

After the nice lunch, we all said our departing greetings and were about to leave for home when Ugr spoke the ominous words which start this story : "I want to buy some fruits". Sascha and myself joined him, and we were just walking about the place while Ugr looked for some fruits. Later Sascha took out the car , and we thought , well lets just drive around. Nobody wanted to go home so soon.

And we started driving.

First around hamburg,going around the town..then when it started getting boring, we took the autobahn towards Flensburg, a town near the Baltic coast., just to make it more exciting. (The autobahn is the german name for the highways. AND, There are no speed limits, so ..)

Now Flensburg is 160 km from Hamburg, and nobody in their sane minds , who went just driving around hamburg, would have the crazy idea to go to Flensburg.For no apparent reason. But hey, we know what it takes to be a tiger, and Sascha just pressed on the gas. ;-) We were cruising towards Flensburg and sooner than we realised , we were there. The good thing about Flensburg is that it is situated on the Baltic coast.When we reached , we got off at the coast, and spent quite some time, making good use of Sascha's NIKON D70. Nice place, nevertheless. All worth the effort. The picture below is one from the baltic coast. Told ya, it was worth the effort.


:-)

-- Baltic Coast --


But wait, this was just the beginning . It was only 8:30 pm in the evening. And abhi to shaam jawaan hui thee. (translated, it means: the night was still young) Flensburg is a small town known for many nice things. Of all the things it is known for, the most important thing that came to our minds at that time was its proximity to Denmark. Hell, we drove all this way, might as well drive into Denmark.




-- Entering Denmark --

And the gas was on. 10:00 pm : We were sipping cappuccino in a town in Denmark. And while we were busy doing that ,we had a brilliant idea.

We should go to Amsterdam. NOW.

There are some people who are born crazy, some who get crazy, and some who have craziness thrust upon them, while having coffee. At this moment, we were undoubtedly in the third category. -- Should we , Shouldn't we? --

It was 10:00 pm , we would need to drive back to hamburg, get fresh and drive to Amsterdam. Approximately the entire nights drive. Spend a Sunday there, come back to Hamburg and go to office on Monday. Rats. Or, as my German friends would have said at this moment: “Scheiße”.

Anyways, the decision was taken. It was a long drive and we finally reached Amsterdam at 6:00 am Sunday . Tired and exhausted , we went to a coffee shop to eat something. Now, I know what u are thinking, you dopers!!! “He reaches Amsterdam and the first thing he does is go to a coffee shop to have some dope”
-- Amsterdam. We Made It. --

. No, It was a place which sells proper coffee and nothing else but coffee..and some sandwiches..and some croissants , if you please, but no dope. For the rest of the junta who doesn’t have a clue abt what Im talking abt, dope is legal in Amsterdam , and there are several “Coffee shops” where you can hang out, have some dope , get stoned, attain nirvana etc etc.(I sometimes do get carried away , don’t I)
-- 'Caught in the act' --

Now continuing from where I left, we went to a coffee shop to have some breakfast . (yeah right) Since it was a Sunday morning and the town was still going to sleep after partying all night, we got a chance to look around the town and check out the charming buildings, the canals et al(something Amsterdam is famous for too , apart from the dope and the women)

-- Coffee Shop ;-) --


As you walk around the town, it gives you a feeling that you are living a Harry Potter movie, straight out of a fairy tale or sumthing. There are some real narrow alleys and paths (diagonalley if u prefer)You see nice cottage like houses lined together giving the fairy tale world a very authentic look. Sign Boards with signs in a very Old , curvy script, as if some witch flying on a broom wrote the name down on the board, just in case she misses a turn

-- Dancing Houses --

. Some of the houses are uniquely tilted , and very haphazard in construction. They look like some kid has hurriedly built them, and forgot to straighten them up. They are called the Dancing houses, and form an integral part of the tourist attraction in Amsterdam.

Amsterdam is a harbour city lined with numerous small canals, which give it a very picturesque , Venice like look(heh, I have never been to Venice, but it ought to look like this, hehe). A ferry ride later in the evening across the harbour was very fulfilling. Captained by a dutch guy who spoke English with a strict British accent, the ferry took us through very interesting parts of Amsterdam. Its interesting but people across Europe speak English with an American rather than a British accent. Its easier, they tell me. Probably this captain thought otherwise.

-- Ferry Ride --

Coming back to the ferry ride, we saw a couple of things which are worth mentioning here. We saw some of the narrowest houses I have seen in Europe here.Back in those days, the government used to tax people based on the width of their houses. So it was wiser to have a multistorey narrow house rather than a wider single storey one. Housing problems were so high that people started living in boats on the canal. Yeah living, like reading newspapers, watching TV, fighting with ur wife , etc etc. The whole schmere man: all on a boat. If u turn on the wrong side while sleeping, u end up in water. -- Horse Carriages --

Dad: “Hey where is Dojkajk?” (Dunno where I thot of this name, but nevertheless)
Mum:“Must have fallen off in the water in his sleep again. What shall I do with him!!! He needs to learn some sleeping manners”

Done with the boat trip, we spent the rest of the evening looking around town, checking out the loads of “coffee shops” that line the vicinity. There was this particular one, called BABA, which is worth mentioning. It had idols of all Hindu Gods you can think of , with a statue of Ganpati which stands out prominently. Everybody inside , of course was on dope. There was this firang sadhu who came up to us and offered us some hash brownies “ This is prasada from Lord Ganesha. Enjoy.” I managed to take a photo of the place. You can see Lord Siva in blue color. And on the left are the hands of the Ganpati statue . Oh yes, the sadhuish looking guy on the right, he is the "prasada" guy. hehe
-- BABA: The Coffee Shop --

Done with coffee shops, we realized that we had been walking all day, and all our legs needed a break. Tired and exhausted , we had our energies sapped by now. Thus came to an end an absolutely crazy weekend. All I can say about this trip was that it was spontaneous, it was crazy, but it was one of the greatest times we could have had. All in all , one more feather in my cap of memories.

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Thursday, May 10, 2007

I Believe I can Fly..

’’Are you ready to jump?’’
These loud words shot into my ears, suddenly drowning the cacophony of the jet plane I was travelling in.A feeble, half hearted ’’yes’’ from me didn’t deter my jumpmaster from saying, ’’GO’’, and that ended the seemingly endless tense moments of anxiety I had been going through the whole day long.

It all started off on a boring workday when Mike asked me if I would like to go skydiving. The initial response wasn’t so positive , as I wasn’t sure about the sport, and not very sure if I would like to do it. But I really wanted to float in the air with a chute on, and the idea fascinated me, prompting my response to go positive the next day.

And so it was on. Mike, his bro Irvin, a couple of friends and myself would be going skydiving on Saturday. We had a lecture session on Thursday, in which we were taught how to jump from the plane, and what to do when stuff goes wrong.

Friday seemed to be a long day, with Mike and myself pretty excited about going sky diving the next day. As evening approached, I started getting on nerves, and my folks totally freaked out when they heard that I was going skydiving. A friend helped to ease out the pressure by telling me about a show he saw on TV in which this guy, going skydiving for the first time, panicked and landed on a high voltage wire.This definitely was helpful, and thanks to the friend, I cudnt sleep the entire night.

Saturday however was a beautiful day and we had to drive 100 kms outside the Gauteng province to Mpumalanga to skydive in this place called Nylstorm. We left at 6, had breakfast on the way and here we were, at this locale, for the first skydive in our lives. It was a long wait till 10.30 when we got to board the jet, with our attire on, parachutes et al. As I was the lightest I was supposed to jump last, so I went in the plane first. There were five of us in the plane, all going sky diving for the first time in our lives.

As the jet plane gained height, the tension soared in everyone’s mind and was visible on evbdy’s face. Mark was the first to jump, followed by Irvin, then Saun, another guy and finally myself.

So here i was, with my legs outta the door, holding the frame of the door with both my hands, clinging on to dear life. The nerves and the wind velocity had my legs shaking when i pulled them outta the plane.And then the jumpmaster shouted,’’Are you ready to jump?’’ .

I let go of the plane, trying my best to make an arch as i jumped. However, something went wrong as i arched, and i tumbled head on into a free fall towards mother earth. 5 seconds later (it seemed a lifetime to me at that time), my parachute opened, and then there was bliss...I went into an absolute trance, as I never had this feeling before in my life.It is inexplicable.

I was flying.

Flying in the air, moving the direction I wanted to, with nobody around me for miles. Just me, and this beautiful sky, embracing me with a light breeze every now and then ,as if to say ,’’ welcome to my world, hope you have a nice time’’.As I looked down, the scene was awesome.. Beautiful mountains lining the horizon, sprawling meadows beneath me, the highway meandering through them like a tiny river... man I feel good, I said to myself.

And now I realised why man spent a relentless effort in making his dream of flying come true. Each moment spent in the toil seemed worth it to me now.

Suddenly i was broken from my reverie by the shouts of the batman, who was waving bats on the ground to show me which way to land. It was too late anyways , and i just chose a spot and landed, falling on the ground instead of landing smoothly.hehehe.

Anyways, each moment i spent up there left an indelible charm on me , which will always augur me to go skydiving again and again.

Sunday, March 4, 2007

Die Berlin Reise

‘This sounds like OUR kind of place’

There was a kind of youthful glee associated with Martins face when he said these words .He did a sort of a jig too when he uttered the sentence. Irrespective of the fact that we were all drunk, we still could recognize it.. The small pub , named ‘Betty F***’ was blasting with loud music , which prompted Martin to say those words, and enter the pub. The rest of us followed suit on that cold Saturday evening in Berlin.
Well, men fondling each other was not exactly MY kind of place, and I quickly cast a doubtful look at Martin, who was already on his way out,.realizing his faux pas.
Soon realizing that it was gay pub, evbdy left as hurriedly as they had entered, and Martin had that sheepish look on his face for a long time.

It all started on Friday when we left office at 11 am to catch the train to Berlin from Hamburg. It had been a hectic week of work, and we were all looking forward to our trip to Berlin. I have always been fascinated by the history and culture of the places I visit, and Berlin having such a rich history was always on one of my to-dos.

The high speed train sped through the crass,dull countryside at 250 kph to kiss Berlin at 1:30 pm in the afternoon. We had a packed schedule, and left to see Berlin as soon as we checked in the hotel.


The weather was pleasantly sunny and beautiful. We started from AlexanderPlatz, formerly East Berlin’s main commercial hub. Fleeting scenes from the movie ‘Bourne Supremacy’ flashed before me as we stood in the front of the world clock. Jason Bourne jumps in the tram with the girl, with some protestors crowding the scene, as the CIA watches on dumbfounded. That was a good movie, though I liked the first part more. The whole scene of Bourne’s escapade was shot where we were standing, though the place looked more colorful in the movie somehow. There is a very socialist look to the place, largely attributed to the GDR city architects. A tall TV tower, a symbol of Socialist technology and pride is hard to miss. As soon as you exit the U Bahn station, the Fountain of friendship, situated in the center of the open square catches your eye . It has water in summer time, I am told : ). After spending a fair share of our time in AlexanderPlatz, we left for the Berlin wall.

I still had memories of seeing the Berlin wall coming down on TV as a kid, and the fact that I would be able to see the wall now, was very exciting. However, when we reached there , it was hard to believe that this small fence was the once the most potent symbol of the cold war. It is not very high, and with some help, u might be able to scale it and jump over to the other side. However, our german friends told us that it was heavily guarded and mined at that time . It was constructed in 1961, seen as a desperate measure by the GDR government mainly to stem the exodus of the young and educated people from the German Democratic Republic, (East Germany).The wall subsequently became the stage for innumerous escape attempts, and by the time the cold war ended and the wall collapsed on 9 November 1989, almost 200 people were killed trying to get across it.

We clicked some pictures on the ‘East Side gallery’, which is the longest and the most preserved stretch of whatever is left of the wall. It is called so, because it is full of paintings from artists across the world, some of which make strong political statements. At the end of the cold war the wall was brought down, with entire chunks ending up in museums across the world, and people taking small parts of the wall with them, preserving them as mementos. Only 1.5 km of this once 160 km long wall is left today. All in all, its just another brick in the wall.(this line looks completely outta place here..teehee)

After the excursion to the wall, all our tummies needed some food, and we hopped over to Mitte in search of some grub. There was a famous Turkish place which serves Falafels , topped by warm coffee. Its amazing what a days excursion can do to your hunger and everyone ate to their hearts content .With hunger satiated, we left for a visit to the Brandenburger Tor(gate). Walking through the Unter den Linden, which means ‘Under the Linden Trees’, Berlins most splendid boulevard, we reached the Brandenburger Tor, a spectacular pillared monument , with a sculpture of the winged goddess of victory perched on the top. This was another symbol of the Division of Germany , during the cold war. It is a very majestic gate indeed, and you stand in awe admiring the tall pillars and fine architecture.

We soon left for our next haunt, the German parliament building, called the Reichstag, the seat of the Bundestag, the German parliament. This building was given a complete renovation in 1999 by the British architect Lord Norman Foster by adding a glistening glass dome to the baroque laden archaic architecture. There is a lift ride to the top of the dome, from where you can get a panoramic view of Berlin, which looks very pretty during night.

We headed for a couple of beers and dinner later on, served by pretty ladies. Off the record, I must say that German women are one of the prettiest in the world. This view is vehemently disputed by some of my friends in Denmark, but hey, I’ve not been to Copenhagen till now, and since this is my article, German women stay on top. : )
It was a well deserved sleep we all had when we reached the hotel in the evening, completely oblivious to the events of the next day, when Martin would join us .(yes ,the same guy who took us to the Gay pub, but that comes later)

The next day started off with a visit to the Berliner Dom.The Italian Renaissance style architecture of the colossal cathedral makes it look very impressive , not only from the outside , but the inside as well.I was told that this cathedral was completed in 1905, and was the place of worship, and later the burial of the royal Prussian family. After climbing some 270 steps to the viewing gallery , you catch sight of a splendid copper dome which tops the cathedral. A breathtaking view of the Berlin city awaits you from here, especially if the weather is right and the sun is out.

Moving on from the cathedral , we took a walk along the streets of Berlin appreciating the impressive buildings that adorned both sides of the road. We went for a sip of coffee in the Newton Bar. It is a chic brown bar that has been the home for Mitte’s well heeled folk, as I was told. There is an impressive picture of nudes by Helmut Newton which makes u guess the origin of the name to the photographer. The bar however, was named after Sir Isaac Newton.(Allrite, I shall post that pic of nudes..: ) )

The next stop on our trip was the Holocaust memorial. It is a memorial to the Jewish victims of the Nazi planned genocide and consists of a vast grid of 2711 rectangular concrete grey blocks of varying height. Especially touching is the Ort der Information(Information Centre) below the memorial. A graphic description of the Jewish persecution is followed by rooms documenting the lives of Jewish individuals and families. One of the letters from a 12 year old girl in a concentration camp to her aunt which I thought was very hard hitting:
“Dear Aunt,
I am very afraid. I really want to live, but these people wont let us. They take all small kids, throw them alive in a pit and shoot them down. I don’t know when my turn shall come.
Hoping not to die.
With tender kisses,
Janoah.

After the hard hitting trip through the holocaust memorial, we went for dinner to a Vietnamese place called MANNGO. After Delicious noodles and beef , we had some typical Vietnamese alcohol shots, made of rice. After around 5 of them, we were nicely high to start our pub hop.

The pubs in Berlin are more spread out than Hamburg, where all the pubs are situated in one street. However, not withstanding that, we already were in and out of a couple of nice pubs by 12 in the night. It was around that time when we entered the gay pub, proudly led by Martin. Scurrying away hurriedly we looked into a next one, where they served Astra , a Hamburg beer. At this point of time , I was on a nice high . Some of our friends left after that , as they were quite tired, with the pub hop not being their kind of thing. We carried on, having cocktails in a pub called ErdBeere, which translates to Strawberry in English. Nice music and less crowded. Finally we entered a place called ‘White Trash Fast Food’. Looked like a Chinese fast food joint. We were surprised however, to see a live band inside . Headbanging to it till 4 in the morning, we finally decided to call it a day, and reached our hotel.

This completed our Berlin trip, and we boarded the train to hamburg the next day. All completely exhausted, we still had time to reflect on the nice time we had over the weekend. The place was fantastic, the people friendly and the weather , just lovely. As the train approached Hamburg, the grey and cloudy weather was back and we hurried back home , to catch that well needed rest after a lovely weekend.

Friday, February 23, 2007

Life is pretty cool in Hamburg. Nice scenic place . More bridges and canals than venice. Very romantic. The perfect place to be on honeymoon.(if u dont mind the showers every now and then).
Rocking night lfe. Come saturday and the whole junta is out in the streets of Reeperbahn till the morning rays of sun . Pub after pub after pub - pretty ladies, prettier ladies. Followed by a trip to the fischmarkt.

More later..
avant