Showing posts with label Germany. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Germany. Show all posts

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Deustcheland

Probably ended up in the country at the wrong time. Gloomy skies, brisk wind, but thankfully no precipitation. But winter was beginning to show its true colours.

Five days in the country, six towns in and around Bayern. Gods gift to the traveller is truly De Bahn, One stop location to find public transport anywhere in Germany, and trains anywhere in Europe. The site is quite stunning in that it give details of connections between buses, trains, metro et all in one place. It even gives you expected time it takes to walk from one terminal to the other.

Some of the offers on the site are quite interesting too. I ended up taking a Bayern pass everyday and was able to travel on all public transport in the region except the high speed intercity trains for 20 odd EUR a day.

Travelling around the region you are reminded that each town was in itself part of the federation of city states. Each town, Nurnberg, Bamberg, Wurzberg, Augsburg, Munich all had there own city forts and royal palace for the local City ruler. All these palaces are very impressive. Highlights of each town
  • Nurnberg : the old town with the Haptmarkt area
  • Bamberg: the town hall - a UNESCO world heritage site. Can not be described. To be seen to understand. Would be superb in good light i think.
  • Wurzberg: The river Main and the bridge accross it. The way the flow of water was regulated through the arches of the bridge reminded me of wiers etc that we had learnt in FM. Surpirising that I realised that, cause the statues on the bridge itself were superb. The walk along the river was sublime. Reminded me of walking along the seaside back in the colony.
  • Augsburg: The main street in the town, the Fuggurei - a clean ancient ghetto type place
  • Munich: The beast at the heart of the area. Capital of bavaria. Everything is larger than life, the squares, the palaces. And I don't think i've seen half of what is there to see in the city.
Was christmas time when i was around. The christmas markets were thrown open in all the town squares. The smell of gluhwine (mulled wine) and sausages was everywhere. General cheer and Christmassy feel in the air.

Managed to put in a day trip to Salzburg, Austria (after spending the night in the waiting room in Munich on Christmas eve). Beautiful town nestled in the Austrian Alps. Was where Mozart stayed and creatd his music. The city centre is another UNESCO heritage site.

Cheeky fact - The town houses here are all called Rathaus's. Haus being House - loosely translating to Rat House. Quite amusing that the hall of the town people is called the Rat house.

For picures go that direction. You'll need to signin to see the pictures believe.

Monday, January 05, 2009

Differences

One sometimes gets a rude awakening that you are from another culture and thought process entirely. Even something as simple as grocey shopping opens your eyes.

In Germany, I was quite surprised to find that everything - and I mean everything, is closed on holidays. Super markets/ stores everything. Coming from a place where you can always go to the kirana store incase you need something, was quite annoying. Landed on a Saturday and was provisionless for a full day before I could get anything. Thankfully there was just enough provisions lying about the house to last the weekend.

Monday morning first thing get to the nearby super market, get saamaan that would last for my stay there and get to the check out. Pay up and lookup for plastic bags to carry the bought stuff. Pick up one of the bags kept at the check out and start the stuff that I've bought, only to be admonished by the woman at the checkout in a thick teutonic voice "You must pay for the bag". Pay for plastic? What? That to a steep price for flimsy plastic. This is when you realise the EU is trying to force people to be environmently friendly. A good thing definitely, but completely alien to me.

Guess thats what all that cross cultural sensitivity crap is all about.