We arrived at the little Bed and Breakfast, which is owned by relatives of Diana, just as the sun was coming up. To say we were exhausted would be an understatement- we were cold, tired and hungry, and just needed a good solid sleep. From what we could see in the dark, the town of Brugge was beautiful. But we all agreed that we needed some shuteye before exploring. So we found our room (it was luxury compared to the hostels we had been staying at, all three of us fit comfortably into a King size bed) and had ourselves a nap.
Waking up around 2 (oops!) we jumped out of bed and quickly showered and dressed, wanting to soak up the last few hours of sunshine here before night fell. This city is incredible. The city center is a world heritage site under the strict protection of UNESCO. The buildings and cobble stoned streets were so quaint and lovely that we walked around with mouths open at the sites. This is also the chocolate capital of the world.....uh oh. You could not walk down one street without passing by AT LEAST three or four chocolateries. There were also many pubs with the words " 200 beers to sample" scribed across the windows...Skip was drooling. We were all in heaven.
It was nighttime before we knew it, so we ventured back to our lovely B and B to make dinner for not just ourselves, but Diana's cousin Coen who was allowing us to stay here free of charge. He was such a nice man, very European and very eager to help us out as we toured his wonderful city. (His father was a tour guide, and was picking us up the next morning for a private tour of the city!!)
We sat around the round table, drinking wine and making plans for the next couple of days.
We were very eager to explore.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Danishes, The Little Mermaid, and MORE Danishes
In the city of fairytales thanks to Hans Christian Andersen, we certainly enjoyed every moment. Early in the morning of our first day there, we were joined by another traveller all the way from Canada. Diana Gysbers burst through our hostel room door, flushed and out of breath after making the hike (it wasn't that long, she just was a little lost) from the train station to DanHostel where we were staying.
Now that she was here, another part of our adventure could begin.
For four days, our morning ritual was to meet up with my parents, and grab the most delicious, mouth-watering pastry I have ever tasted, and a coffee. The Danes do Danishes RIGHT. Emily is going to definitely struggle over the next six months because of the temptation to eat every danish in sight.
Our mission this week was to not only see the city of Copenhagen, but to move Em in, and get her organized. Luckily, the language barrier was not a big issue (Danish is one complicated and confusing language!) because every Dane we came in contact with spoke perfect English. (They all have to take English throughout school, it's mandatory.) We had a great time wandering around this beautiful city, exploring around the shopping areas, finding some great buys (Skip found what we now call hooker boots, but they're great haha) and we all gradually helped Emily adjust to her new home. (She was taking language classes every morning, so in the afternoons and evenings she attempted to be our translator, haha)
We met with a Swedish man, Pere, (?) who is one of Dad's business friends, and we went out and had a great lunch with him, finding out the true feelings of the Swedes towards the Danes, and also learning some new words for our Danish vocabulary.
Sadly, we had to say our goodbyes to Mum and Dad on the Saturday, it was time for them to return home. There were definitely tears...they were leaving behind Em and I, so it was a very difficult morning. I know though that I will be seeing them soon, hopefully over on this side for some adventures around Europe, but we will see. Love you guys and thank you so much again for everything!
On our final day, we were joined by two Kiwi's who had been traveling each on their own, and wanted to come see the sights with us. We planned to make the walk to the Danish palace, then the infamous Little Mermaid, and then finally to this boarder town of Christiana. It was a beautiful day, which made pictures that much nicer! We made it to the palace just in time to see the changing of the guard which was neat to see in Denmark, instead of the usual English changing of the guard in front of Buckingham. Everyone was so friendly, with the police even coming up to us and making sure we were enjoying ourselves.
Then we moved on to the statue. Skip was beside herself with glee as we walked closer and closer to the harbor that was home to the famous fairytale character. We took a bunch of photos of the group with her, then some with just Skip and her haha, they had to have a moment. (This is Skip's favorite Disney movie of all time.)
There she is!!!
We then ventured in to Freetown Christiana, after taking a water taxi across the channel to this different and mysterious part of Copenhagen. This area was an old military base during WWII, but at the end of the war was abandoned, and civilians in surrounding neighborhoods began moving in to the abandoned buildings. The settlement began using their own laws and governing, independent from the Danish government. It began to be seen as a commune, in 1971 was created as a "free" space for hippies and rebels alike. There is no tourist accomodation here, and it is very hard to find housing for outsiders. It was really eerie being in there, with rundown buildings and graffiti everywhere, but luckily we were with the two guys. I would definitely recommend going here if you are ever in Copenhagen, just because there is no place like it in the world. For sure an experience!
It was then time for myself, Diana, and Skip to board our bus to Brussels. Emily was less than pleased to see us go. I was a little surprised to see how upset I was to let her go. This was her first time on her own in a foreign country, and I did not want to leave her just yet. However my friends and her both said that it was time to, so we said some very tearful goodbyes, and sent her on her way. I know she is going to have the time of her life here- it's time for her own adventures to begin.
Our overnight bus ride to Brussels (14 hours to be exact) was not as bad as we thought it would be, thank god. At 6am, we rolled into the bus station, grabbing our packs and heading to the train that would bring us to the historic and medieval city of Brugge, where we were staying, our next adventure beginning.
Now that she was here, another part of our adventure could begin.
For four days, our morning ritual was to meet up with my parents, and grab the most delicious, mouth-watering pastry I have ever tasted, and a coffee. The Danes do Danishes RIGHT. Emily is going to definitely struggle over the next six months because of the temptation to eat every danish in sight.
Our mission this week was to not only see the city of Copenhagen, but to move Em in, and get her organized. Luckily, the language barrier was not a big issue (Danish is one complicated and confusing language!) because every Dane we came in contact with spoke perfect English. (They all have to take English throughout school, it's mandatory.) We had a great time wandering around this beautiful city, exploring around the shopping areas, finding some great buys (Skip found what we now call hooker boots, but they're great haha) and we all gradually helped Emily adjust to her new home. (She was taking language classes every morning, so in the afternoons and evenings she attempted to be our translator, haha)
We met with a Swedish man, Pere, (?) who is one of Dad's business friends, and we went out and had a great lunch with him, finding out the true feelings of the Swedes towards the Danes, and also learning some new words for our Danish vocabulary.
Sadly, we had to say our goodbyes to Mum and Dad on the Saturday, it was time for them to return home. There were definitely tears...they were leaving behind Em and I, so it was a very difficult morning. I know though that I will be seeing them soon, hopefully over on this side for some adventures around Europe, but we will see. Love you guys and thank you so much again for everything!
On our final day, we were joined by two Kiwi's who had been traveling each on their own, and wanted to come see the sights with us. We planned to make the walk to the Danish palace, then the infamous Little Mermaid, and then finally to this boarder town of Christiana. It was a beautiful day, which made pictures that much nicer! We made it to the palace just in time to see the changing of the guard which was neat to see in Denmark, instead of the usual English changing of the guard in front of Buckingham. Everyone was so friendly, with the police even coming up to us and making sure we were enjoying ourselves.
Then we moved on to the statue. Skip was beside herself with glee as we walked closer and closer to the harbor that was home to the famous fairytale character. We took a bunch of photos of the group with her, then some with just Skip and her haha, they had to have a moment. (This is Skip's favorite Disney movie of all time.)
We then ventured in to Freetown Christiana, after taking a water taxi across the channel to this different and mysterious part of Copenhagen. This area was an old military base during WWII, but at the end of the war was abandoned, and civilians in surrounding neighborhoods began moving in to the abandoned buildings. The settlement began using their own laws and governing, independent from the Danish government. It began to be seen as a commune, in 1971 was created as a "free" space for hippies and rebels alike. There is no tourist accomodation here, and it is very hard to find housing for outsiders. It was really eerie being in there, with rundown buildings and graffiti everywhere, but luckily we were with the two guys. I would definitely recommend going here if you are ever in Copenhagen, just because there is no place like it in the world. For sure an experience!
It was then time for myself, Diana, and Skip to board our bus to Brussels. Emily was less than pleased to see us go. I was a little surprised to see how upset I was to let her go. This was her first time on her own in a foreign country, and I did not want to leave her just yet. However my friends and her both said that it was time to, so we said some very tearful goodbyes, and sent her on her way. I know she is going to have the time of her life here- it's time for her own adventures to begin.
Our overnight bus ride to Brussels (14 hours to be exact) was not as bad as we thought it would be, thank god. At 6am, we rolled into the bus station, grabbing our packs and heading to the train that would bring us to the historic and medieval city of Brugge, where we were staying, our next adventure beginning.
Monday, January 10, 2011
The Fairytale City
Next was a long and tiring trek to Copenhagen, Denmark!
Skip and I awoke at 4am on Wednesday to begin our long journey north. We had to fly to Cologne, Germany first, and then had a 5 hour layover, which was not the most pleasant experience. The two of us ended up camping out near our gate, and sleeping on the benches like the two backpackers we are for a few hours to kill some time.
We landed in Copenhagen around dinner time, and then made our way to our hostel, where we were meeting my parents and Em! I could not get there fast enough! After many hugs and kisses, checking in to the room and a quick change of clothes, we set out to find a restaurant where we could sit and share stories of the past week.
It was great to be with the fam again!!!! We called it a night early after a long travel day. Exploring the magical city of Copenhagen was going to be an adventure...
Skip and I awoke at 4am on Wednesday to begin our long journey north. We had to fly to Cologne, Germany first, and then had a 5 hour layover, which was not the most pleasant experience. The two of us ended up camping out near our gate, and sleeping on the benches like the two backpackers we are for a few hours to kill some time.
We landed in Copenhagen around dinner time, and then made our way to our hostel, where we were meeting my parents and Em! I could not get there fast enough! After many hugs and kisses, checking in to the room and a quick change of clothes, we set out to find a restaurant where we could sit and share stories of the past week.
It was great to be with the fam again!!!! We called it a night early after a long travel day. Exploring the magical city of Copenhagen was going to be an adventure...
Dachau
This past week and a half have been an emotional whirlwind for me...which is why I have been neglecting my blog. Let's go back to my last day in Germany.......
After a full nights sleep in our Munich hostel, Skip, Val and I walked to the city center of Munich to meet up with a tour group that was heading to Dachau. The famous concentration camp is located about 40 minutes outside of the city via subway. It was one of the main camps during World War II, if not the most famous for the brutal and horrifying treatment of its prisoners.
Our tour guide was a short Irishman named Kevin, and he warned us that the tour we were about to take was not a pleasant one. I was prepared...or so I thought.
Arriving in the town of Dachau was like rolling in to any other European city. Nothing was different about it. We jumped on a bus that brought us to the gates of the tourist site. Still nothing out of the ordinary...
Walking up to the camp, we see that civilian homes surround it, meaning that there are people out there that have the remnants of a Nazi-run concentration camp in their backyards. Haunting.
We pass through the large gates and walk out to a vast and barren looking field, where the prisoners were forced to stand out in every day twice a day for roll call, no matter the weather conditions. Now on this particular day, the weather was minus 5, but with windchill had to be at least minus 10 below. Imagining how these prisoners had felt in this weather wearing barely scraps of cloth to cover their weak bodies was terrifying. We walked through the barracks where up to 2,000 men would have slept, through the "jail", where disgusting "medical trials" were performed on men who disobeyed the guards, and finally we were shown to the perfectly preserved gas chambers. This is a place that I will never forget. The feeling I had walking through this dark place is something that I hope to never experience again, but is something that everyone needs to experience in their lifetime. Not even the small dog that one tourist brought with him could stand to be in there. You could hear his whimpers echoing off of the cold stone walls throughout the chambers everywhere you went. Not pleasant. But worth it. The German people have worked hard to alter their reputations, but when you visit places such as this it is hard to see them and their German ancestors as anything but monsters.
After a full nights sleep in our Munich hostel, Skip, Val and I walked to the city center of Munich to meet up with a tour group that was heading to Dachau. The famous concentration camp is located about 40 minutes outside of the city via subway. It was one of the main camps during World War II, if not the most famous for the brutal and horrifying treatment of its prisoners.
Our tour guide was a short Irishman named Kevin, and he warned us that the tour we were about to take was not a pleasant one. I was prepared...or so I thought.
Arriving in the town of Dachau was like rolling in to any other European city. Nothing was different about it. We jumped on a bus that brought us to the gates of the tourist site. Still nothing out of the ordinary...
Walking up to the camp, we see that civilian homes surround it, meaning that there are people out there that have the remnants of a Nazi-run concentration camp in their backyards. Haunting.
We pass through the large gates and walk out to a vast and barren looking field, where the prisoners were forced to stand out in every day twice a day for roll call, no matter the weather conditions. Now on this particular day, the weather was minus 5, but with windchill had to be at least minus 10 below. Imagining how these prisoners had felt in this weather wearing barely scraps of cloth to cover their weak bodies was terrifying. We walked through the barracks where up to 2,000 men would have slept, through the "jail", where disgusting "medical trials" were performed on men who disobeyed the guards, and finally we were shown to the perfectly preserved gas chambers. This is a place that I will never forget. The feeling I had walking through this dark place is something that I hope to never experience again, but is something that everyone needs to experience in their lifetime. Not even the small dog that one tourist brought with him could stand to be in there. You could hear his whimpers echoing off of the cold stone walls throughout the chambers everywhere you went. Not pleasant. But worth it. The German people have worked hard to alter their reputations, but when you visit places such as this it is hard to see them and their German ancestors as anything but monsters.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
An Austrian New Years!!!!!!!
The best way to ring in the year 2011? In the Austrian Alps, that's where!
We jumped on the train from the Munich central station early Friday morning, and took what was thee most SPECTACULAR train ride through the snowy mountains. I could have just ridden the train all day, weaving in and out of this stunning scenery!
Instead, we hopped off at St. Anton am Arlberg, a beautiful ski resort that is very well known throughout Europe. We met up with some Queen's friends just in time for apres-ski at the bumpin' bar called Mooserwirt to catch up and start off our New Year's Eve with a couple of brewskies.
We later counted down amongst people from all over the world in the main street of the resort, celebrating and hugging each other as if we were all old friends!
Exploring the next two days was exciting, the shops and chalets with the enormous mountains as a backdrop was so picturesque--we couldn't help but sing the Sound of Music songs as we strolled along.
On our way back to Munich on the Monday, we were graced with yet another thrilling train ride, stopping at a small town called Lindau. Now if you are ever in the area, YOU MUST VISIT THIS PLACE! It is spectacular! Nestled on the borders of Switzerland, Austria, and Germany, it is on a calm lake that reflected the mountains so nicely that you almost could not tell which one was the reflection. Apparently during the summer time the place is just crazy busy with tourists and vacationers, and I can most definitely see why.
Photo of Lindau.
We later counted down amongst people from all over the world in the main street of the resort, celebrating and hugging each other as if we were all old friends!
Exploring the next two days was exciting, the shops and chalets with the enormous mountains as a backdrop was so picturesque--we couldn't help but sing the Sound of Music songs as we strolled along.
On our way back to Munich on the Monday, we were graced with yet another thrilling train ride, stopping at a small town called Lindau. Now if you are ever in the area, YOU MUST VISIT THIS PLACE! It is spectacular! Nestled on the borders of Switzerland, Austria, and Germany, it is on a calm lake that reflected the mountains so nicely that you almost could not tell which one was the reflection. Apparently during the summer time the place is just crazy busy with tourists and vacationers, and I can most definitely see why.
Photo of Lindau.
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Round Two
Christmas time in Canada was great. It was so nice to experience the comforts of home- you learn to really appreciate a home cooked meal and comfortable bed when you're on the road. Seeing my friends was also a treat (there you go Kim!) and I was glad to see that everyone is doing well. I also want to thank everyone that has been keeping up with this blog! I'm sorry for not updating it as often as I should, I will try my hardest this time around to keep up with it.
Now...BACK ON THE ROAD!
I arrived in Munich in the early a.m. yesturday, and quickly found my hostel (Jaeger, named after the tasty drink Jaegermeister of course!) and my friend Val who was there waiting for me! Not wasting any time at all, we hooked up with a free guided tour of the city, which was a great way to see the sights and learn the history of each of the buildings. Strolling down the streets that Hitler himself had marched on, and seeing some of the buildings that had been re-built after the bombings during the war was incredible. This city is stunning, and is just dripping with history... I love it!
For dinner we decided to check out the famous Hofbrauhaus, a beer hall that Hitler frequented during his hayday. I don't think it can get more German than this place. You walk in to a huge hall filled with long tables and benches, covered with huge glass beer mugs and plates heaped with weiner schnitzel, all surrounded by a mix of loud and boisterous locals and tourists. A German band is playing in the center, filling the room with music that we eventually were dancing to (I couldn't help myself, a nice old German man offered to teach me how to dance to the music, of course I accepted!) We ended up meeting a huge group of people our age who were on a Contiki tour, and spent the night drinking copious amounts of beer, and breaking in to random German sing a longs with them...it was a late one.
Today, we woke up and had planned to take a trip to Dachau, the German concentration camp that is located outside of the city. However we decided to delay that trip for when Skip was with us. So instead we wandered around the city some more, and found our way to the Deutches Museum. We spent a couple of hours in there soaking up some more of the history of Munchen. I was expecting to struggle a bit more with the language here, but luckily most Germans speak English pretty well so we haven't run in to any problems yet!
Tonight we reunited with Skip, who will be my travel buddy from now on!! We wanted to show her the crazy beer hall from last night, but unfortunately it was way too busy and we couldn't find a seat, so instead we went to another famous pub that has been turned into an Oktoberfest museum. It was built in 1327, and is absolutely jammed during Oktoberfest, of course. We shared stories and caught up over some food and a pint. Tonight we're hitting the hay early, with it being New Years tomorrow!!
We have an 11 am train to catch to Austria to meet up with more friends from home. I can't wait to see those mountains!
I hope that everyone has a very Happy New Year's!
Now...BACK ON THE ROAD!
I arrived in Munich in the early a.m. yesturday, and quickly found my hostel (Jaeger, named after the tasty drink Jaegermeister of course!) and my friend Val who was there waiting for me! Not wasting any time at all, we hooked up with a free guided tour of the city, which was a great way to see the sights and learn the history of each of the buildings. Strolling down the streets that Hitler himself had marched on, and seeing some of the buildings that had been re-built after the bombings during the war was incredible. This city is stunning, and is just dripping with history... I love it!
For dinner we decided to check out the famous Hofbrauhaus, a beer hall that Hitler frequented during his hayday. I don't think it can get more German than this place. You walk in to a huge hall filled with long tables and benches, covered with huge glass beer mugs and plates heaped with weiner schnitzel, all surrounded by a mix of loud and boisterous locals and tourists. A German band is playing in the center, filling the room with music that we eventually were dancing to (I couldn't help myself, a nice old German man offered to teach me how to dance to the music, of course I accepted!) We ended up meeting a huge group of people our age who were on a Contiki tour, and spent the night drinking copious amounts of beer, and breaking in to random German sing a longs with them...it was a late one.
Today, we woke up and had planned to take a trip to Dachau, the German concentration camp that is located outside of the city. However we decided to delay that trip for when Skip was with us. So instead we wandered around the city some more, and found our way to the Deutches Museum. We spent a couple of hours in there soaking up some more of the history of Munchen. I was expecting to struggle a bit more with the language here, but luckily most Germans speak English pretty well so we haven't run in to any problems yet!
Tonight we reunited with Skip, who will be my travel buddy from now on!! We wanted to show her the crazy beer hall from last night, but unfortunately it was way too busy and we couldn't find a seat, so instead we went to another famous pub that has been turned into an Oktoberfest museum. It was built in 1327, and is absolutely jammed during Oktoberfest, of course. We shared stories and caught up over some food and a pint. Tonight we're hitting the hay early, with it being New Years tomorrow!!
We have an 11 am train to catch to Austria to meet up with more friends from home. I can't wait to see those mountains!
I hope that everyone has a very Happy New Year's!
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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