once again I basically handwrote blogness on the trip so yeah-->
July 1st (Friday)
afternoon
wow actually thought ti was june 29th-- that's like how out of touch i'm feeling--> yet i'm also feeling way more in touch at the same time...
Anyway here I am wizzing through Czech countryside en route to Vienna, Austria.
Have become even more addicted to gum which added to the face that my life basically revolves around my messnger bag which contains all manner of gum wrappers means that everything is rather sticky--I'm reduced actually to writing this with a granola bar wrapper around the stickiest part of my pen...lovely isn't it? Why did I get off on that???
SO... ;-) currently am in train which is wonderfully remenicent of "Hard Day's Nigh" movie :-D yay! have shared this wonderful revelation with traveling companions yet has not had desired affect-- turns out they've never seen it. :( you make me sad. *sigh* so I will have to constrain my gless to the blogness-- TRAIN CAR HAS A MIRROR, 6 SEATS, A LUGGGAGE RACK AND V. NARROW CORRIDERS!-- can imagine train scenes like wow... although think dining car is more in 1st class than coach...
Anyway sooo it's pretty cool to be writing from a european train. I plan seriously to do this as often as possible-- I love everything (at the moment of course) right down to the typical euro-BO of 3 other guys in compartment, foregn incomprehensivleness of loudspeaker, non-water tight windows--i.e. "raindros keep falling on my head" was def applicable as of 10 min ago-- yes it is rainy...but the countryside is so gorgeious...v. green of course with lots of trees...so beautiful...mountians in the distance....
"california dreaming" playing on my ipod and at the moment at least it's totally unapplicable. I know that traveling gets VERY old after awhile but for the moment I'm basking in the utter blissful state of wanderlust :) I love it. In fact have already begun to plan spring semester abroad.
thinkingpardon my while I reflect on paper: how many movies have I seen depicting totalitarianism and involving trains? So So wierd to try and place all of this-- including no doubt the majority of my over 30ish fellow passengers-- in the Nazi-Communist setting...
In fact this border that I'm going to be nonchalantly rolling accross within the next 3 hours was an "East-West" border of pretty large significance I would think. Call me dramatic but it's pretty crazy to sit with that concept for a second. Interesting-- how many crazy things (bad word choice) have happened on these tracks and, judging from the look of these cars, on these very trains.... of course hollywoood definately loves to overdramatize everything...but I've read a few personal accounts about border crossing east-west that were fairly insane.
Eating yogurt covered rice cakes...
watching europe pass by
I feel so adventurous in a no doubt quite childily silly way.
"Sweet home Alabama" just came on ipod...and some how it's not nearly as inconguous as one might imagine... there's something very homelike about traveling by train....
Is there a way to bring this childlike awe into the world of politics? yet I'm also convinced that a systemcatic appraoch is necessary...
passing through a town... noticing conformity of apartment buildings...which for some reason tends to be the image I associat with communism in eastern europe.
Human Rights....
thinking
thinkingwow...just passed a truck emptying onto landfil...
a landfill int he middle of beauty...
what is the place of humanity? How does this all work?
what is the place of governemnt?
I'm not satisfied with how things are currently...yet what can I possibly do to make them better... what a scar totalititarianism must have been on this gorgeous tranquil place... not that nature was necessarily affected--anymore than other industrializing places... yet the humanity in a way reflects stuff onto nature...the oppression and lack of freedom makes the nature rather pathetic and sad looking... Just as the ocean reflects the sky could we say that to some extent nature can reflect at least our own emotions...v. itneresting. esp in light of the tumultious thoughts I've had....
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July 3rd--Sunday afternoon
In Vienna
Sitting in a park across from the train station writing with my wonderfully orange fountain pen (Squeel!) so much to write and not sure where to start. last 48 hours have been sooo much fun... and actually this is seriosuly the first time I've had to update my blogness since the train ride here...
WE arraived on friday at 4:30pm to rain and cold wind...of course...and oh so much fun to be trying to figure out a city in.
Ran back and forth from street to train station a few times tring to figure out how metro-tram system worked and of course there was a huge line a the tourist info office= we had no metro system map for the 1st 12 hours.
Got glares from really cute (really really) German guys for getting confused by metro tickets :( not fun...
Anyway FINALLY found plausible way to get to hostel (of course looking back on it we realized we took the most round a bout way possible... in the rain of course too...) ended up still looking like an idiot for punching my ticket like a kajillion times until I realized that their system simply inks it rather than stamping it--ARGH! yet more people in central europe who think I'm a nut-- :-p should start a club to get my commited--- yes yes I'm just exaggeratedly joking :-p--and digressing...SO... we finally found our stop-way out of the way as I already mentioned-- and of course by then drizzle had become rain and guess-just guess-- which of the 3 of us was too cool to bring a travel umbrella--yep the same as last weekend... C'EST MOI-- LE ZUSKANESS! wwweeeeeeeeeee.... for curly insane froness! So There we were--- quite a great picture... the 3 American girls from Prague :-p trudgin down the street knowing at some point we'll reach the hostel...emphasis on some point... block after block...so glad I didn't have a rolling bag...would've been hellish. My hair was dripping by the time we got to the hostel--which of course we walked right past the first time down the street--had to turn around..
Turns out thought that we were quite lucky...our hostel--the Alibi hostel :-P-- had just opened THAT DAY! yes i kid you not-- our sheets and pillows were still in plastic bags. :) yay! It was a great stay--- save for the front door of course that seemed to have issues with letting us leave..you had to push a buzzer to get either out or in and we actually never were entirely successful at figuring it out...the manager on durt tried the first night after one such fun pushing and buzzing and pulling etc fiasco to explicitely explane how it all worked... still no clue hwat she said.
So that night we walked around in the rain some more -- found really great little cafe called Le Monde-- with the absolute most steriotypical Viennese waiter one could want. I think we entertained him greatly-- :)
On walk back to hostel we discovered oh pot oh pot-- a cute tericotta tiled tabled little cafe place... complete with deadly mango bowl... had a great night.
Sat:
got coffee and pastry (For cecelia) at Aida cafe-- pink dineresque place.. and Bagel stop for bagels for laura and I and COFFEEE! again :) yay! coffee was sooo good! But was quite sad-- the starbucks near our hostel WAS CLOSED!!! :( for the entire wkend :(
But then we found one near the tourist information office which was great. actually had cecelia and laura take my pic outside of it :) .at the tourist office we collided with a ton of varous nationalities...amused myself by being able to pick out the british and americans...they rather stick out as I'm sure we did as well though... got concert tickets to hear strauss and mozart music that night.
Cecelia wanted to see the Vienna Music museam so we headed in that direction.
Detoured into St. Stepahens were for some insane reason my agnosticism seemed to fade a bit-- perhaps it was seeing that despite all the veils of history, this amazing cathedral was stills tanding-- maybe it was jsut becasue I was so tired/ hungry/etc. but I wnded up lighting a candel for Grandad...
Someow I thought that if he could know where I was and what I was experiencing... that he woudl love it... Anway for a moment I let myself think about all of it...with him and all... no doubt good I did... Think I'll try to take him a bunch of pictures when I get home... Hope he still knows who I am.
Anyway... after that we went to mcdonalds... how incongruous is that??? but laura and I got salads to go which were'nt too bad actually and THE HAD FREE W.C.-USAGE! quite an exciting thing...
took our salads to a park famous for its statues of famous musicians and for hte fact that on oen end it has a concerthall where straus frequently conducted... (love the way one rens into these random facts) While Cecelia got a sausage we saw them alll getting ready for gay pride festivities... and then from our spot on one of the lesssketchy park benches we at our lunch throughly entertained by the two rather ugly women across the way spray painting their hair green for no real apparent reason-- maybe they were part of the gay pride parade float...or maybe they wanted to camoflauge themselves in teh park and jump out at people...or... maybe they were just bored.
Wandered the stateus park post-lunchess... was still muching on my only slightly stale mcd's bag of croutons and a guy suddenly began to walk with us... not quite sure where he popped out from-- didn't have green hair-- of course began to ask us in german for money... we say no--blah blah blah... but then he asks me what I'm eating... I' mlike ummm croutons... and he's like can i have one (??????????????????) yeah and then looks shocked and put off when I' mlike uh noooo...
Ditched him by veering off park path to see ducks and scary duck-chasing crown (v. v. scary)-- gotta love strange concept sof crouton entitledment-- although the ducks also wanted my croutons so maybe he was just following their lead.
So we made our way throgh the park taking great funny pics and making sure to stay away from the congregation of crouton-demanding creeps.. park ended on one side with Danube river...rawther historical :-P Then went up to music museam which was fairly itneresting--esp the brain forest of musical creativity... yesh...v. interestingness :-P Somehow hadn't connected crazy amazing musical history of "vienna" with vienna that I was visiting for some space cadet bland/redhead reason... yeah... was fairly amaing to realize that htis waas the city of Strauss, Mozart, Betthoven, etc.
From there we decided we needed immediate coffee/chocolateness and went into amazingly perfect cafe which of course I've forgotten the name of.
--> somehow that remineded me of a most important earlier event which I've forgotten to mention-- the purchase of my wonderfully Viennese pen! I decided that Vienna was a place I neede to get a pen which for me is symbolic of inspiration -- my other pen came from London and yways so I got this amazing orange fountain tip which I'm in love with -- It's very very very very very very nice with sausages ;-)
Anyway back to semi-chronological order (is that ever possible with me) :-P GOT COFFEE! again but seriously that was the main objective of this trip. ... pastryness was also amazing... no wonder such artistic inspiration happened here.
wandered into H & M after that tto fulfil the obligations of our feminity... got a great top on sale (always fun) and... PANDA HOOP EARINGS! (whoohooo! won't attempt to describe them-- they are cool you can take it from me... cecelia and laura just laughted at me...always a good sign :)
WE then ended up heading to dinner to make sure we'd be ready by the time our concert started. --dinner at Rosenburg Market basket was uneventful save for extoritonary prices made partly up by amazingly wonderful frutt salad bar... so...eh...yeah.
wealked around aimlessly after dinner b/c of coruse we had given ourselves way too much tiem to eat. Seemed that everywhere we ent there were street perferomeers...stores downtowan appearte dto all close at 6 pm and then a new side to this touristy area visualized. From be-dreadlocked breakdancers (really good one) ot random techno-rap-street dancers, to a really awsome mandolin)-accordian duo (i made laura and cecelia stop so I could listen to them) to an Inidan group featuring a pan-pipes-ist playing an aamzing rendition of... unfortunatley... "my heart will go on" ...
yeah. Used WC at starbucks and took opportunity to snatch some of that wonderful cancerous causing sweetening substance--saccren (Sweet n'low-- the pink ones--for those of you not into getting cancer by way of too much sweetner) and yes I do love equal more but sadly no on seems to be that enlightened over here-- tear :( oh well... so I have to settle for w/e.
walked in circles for a bit before realizing concert hall was quite near to where we had originally been--typical of course.
Concert was amazing complete with insanly perfect percussionists and GREAT horn player :0 )
Was quite profound to hear STrauss in Vienna--esp "Blue Danube"
Walking down the street after the concert we were passed by by--yep! the two percussionists who in addition to be great we also quite quite cute! we had random notions of tuning into percussionist stalkers but such thoughts were dashed when they got into a car and drove away :( too quickly for anyone to jump on their car roof too... (just kidding... or am i) :-P anyway i digress again.
Enroute to metro stop we passed several random burss of music including the pre-parade gay pride concert. At tram stop saw, in addition to standard creepy drifters, an angle in a minish skirt and someone-- gender was no discernable-- in very short leather shorts, strange tight shirt and a short mowhawk. sooo after a few minutes we decided to just walk back... Ended up in oh pot oh pot at 11ish and called it a night a bit after that... a great but full day.
Sunday morning-- packed and checked out.
Got amazing coffee at corner cafe--finally foudn a place where I could just get plain coffee rather than cappicino/latte/machiotto/etc. JUST COFFEE! oh joy! had two cups :-p
headed into town to see Austian palace.. gardens were gorgous
exhibits were amazing. esp the one about Austria... I'll have to think more about that before I can write a lot about it...save that the one thing that really got me was a photo of 5 Austrian guys about my age in British Uniform during WW2... they had not only fled their homeland but then they had chosen to join the military... and I started to think of the ramifications of such a decision... wow. wowwowowowowow.
Austrian history is quite fascinating.
* at this point I was writing on the train and I fell asleep. so here my journal ends.*