Hop and Off

My Germany trip was short but memorable.  I decided to stick to the Bavaria region, in the south of Germany.  I stayed in Munich, and from there, went on a few day trips.  

I didn't realize Munich was such a tourist destination! When I arrived, I was pretty shocked at the number of people at the train station (Hauptbahnhof).  I'm pretty sure I heard more English than German, actually.  I felt a bit more relaxed walking around the city, compared to Prague, because though I'm nowhere close to being fluent in German, I think I can read some of the words more easily, thanks to my time in Sweden (the languages are similar). 

The day I arrived, I was pretty exhausted from the train ride, but I did take a short walk to the city centre, to Marienplatz.  "Platz" means a square (I think), and this is a large one with a famous glockenspiel.  It's also a big shopping street.

I was really hungry and was sick of eating crispbread and nutella, so found a currywurst stand.  Disappointing! It's not bad-tasting, but it's just a bratwurst doused in ketchup and sprinkled with curry powder.  However, the huge, sweet and salty pretzels here are amazing! 

The next day, I joined a tour group to Dachau, the first Nazi concentration camp in Germany, and only one to last for the entire Nazi ruling.  I was both looking forward to and nervous about this tour.  It's difficult to summarize everything that I learned and saw during the tour, but so much of what was talked about and shown to us was incredible disturbing and horrifying. 

Dachau was opened in the old ammunitions factory (for WWI) in 1933, and was originally built for the purpose of "re-educating" political opposition prisoners.  Later on, it became the concentration camp that Dachau became famous for.  The reason why it so feared was because it was also the location for the training grounds of the SS guards, making them just a stone's throw away from the prisoners.  It's one thing to learn about this in books and watch movies about the Holocaust, but to walk in the footsteps of those victims, to stand in the barracks where hundreds were cramped, and to step into the gas chambers that killed so many of these people, it leaves a lasting impression.  

At the end of the day, a few of us from the tour (two Americans and an Aussie) were a bit worn down from the tour, but headed back to the city for some more sightseeing.  In the end, we ate dinner at the famous Hofbräuhaus beerhall.  I managed to down the infamous 1 litre mug that accompanied my pork knuckle and dumplings (though I have to admit it was a Radler).  We ended the night at a beer garden in the English Gardens.  

Yesterday, my last day in Germany, I took a 2-hour train to Füssen, where I met with Sonja and Marisa, who drove down from Stuttgart.  I haven't seen them since they left Sweden in January, so we had lots to catch up on and talk about.  We also took a tour of the popular Neuschwanstein Castle.  It served as a model for Disney castles. Like a fairytale!  Even better, this region of Germany is surrounded by the Alps, and is absolutely beautiful.

After a walk around the nearby lake, we finished our day with fika :)  Delicious kirschstrudel (cherry strudel) with vanilla sauce and ice cream.

After this very short tour in Bavaria, I arrived in Salzburg today.  I'm currently watching The Sound of Music in my hostel, and have already visited the location of the scene for "Do-Re-Mi."  A few days here, and then off to meet my dad in Italia!   

City of a hundred spires

The second half of my adventure in Prague was great.  On Monday, Sarka brought me back to the city centre for some more sights: Wencelas Square, which is more of a long street than a square.  It spans a long distance, is where lots of tourists and expensive shops are located.  The famous St. Wenceslas statue, with the patron on his horse, is found here (also found on the Czech coins).

We went to Letna Park, a favourite among locals for once again great views of the city.  It's nice to find some peace and quiet, away from the bustling city centre.  The rest of the day was spent in the Old New Synagogue (Jewish Quarters).  We learned about the history and culture of Jews, and probably the aspect that hit us the hardest was when we found ourselves in a section dedicated to the victims of the Holocaust.  In this building, the walls were covered with the names, birth and death dates, and place of birth of every Czech victim.  It's one thing to hear that 80,000 people were killed, but to read the names and details of every single person was horrifying.

The next day, I visited Český Krumlov, a lovely town about 3 hrs south of Prague.  It's medieval and has a cool castle that towers over the rest of the town.  There's a river where people row boats and rafts, a bit like Valborg, actually!  It's a nice place to spend the day and walk around, enjoy the surroundings and visit cute shops.  

Yesterday, Ivan took a turn to bring me around.  This time we went to a quiet garden that belongs to the Czech Senate, and along with water fountains, Japanese coy fish, random peacocks running around, there was a creepy dripstone wall, that if you look at it from a distance, resembles grotesque people and animals.   I also saw the Lennon Wall (not Lenin, but Lennon!), a graffiti wall dedicated to John Lennon and freedom (from communism).  Cool to see layers and layers of paint and art on this historical wall.  

The tv tower, otherwise known as the crawling baby tower, is pretty awesome.  There are giant, naked babies on all sides of the tower. Random!  Ivan also showed me a vineyard a little bit outside of the city centre - yet another beautiful view of this city of spires and orange rooftops!

I also tried a different dish, potato dumplings with pieces of pork back inside, with sauerkraut on the side.  It reminded me of Swedish pitepalt, though I'm sure the Swedes would have lingonberry sauce instead of sauerkraut.

My week here was perfect.  Though I found myself no longer in the safety net that Sweden pampered me with for 10 months, and in a world with not very friendly drivers, rugged and dirtier streets, and a language I couldn't even pretend to understand or speak, I couldn't have asked for a better start to my Eurotrip than this.  Everyone here has been so generous to me.  A wonderful time spent with friends, locals, and of course, good food :)

First days in Prague

Ahoj from Prague!  Two hours by plane, and here I am, in Central Europe, in the capital city of the Czech Republic.  

I arrived in the late evening last Thursday. Unfortunately, this was the day where there was a large protest happening throughout the city, shutting down all public transportation.  Luckily for me, Sarka and her mom picked me straight up from the airport and brought me to their home, where I'm staying for this leg of the trip.  

On my first day in Prague, with the sun shining brightly, Sarka, brought me to the Prague Castle and cathedral, located close to the city centre.  The cathedral is beautiful, with some pretty mosaics inside.  We stumbled upon the changing of the guards (dressed in baby blue suits) and then worked our way up Petrin Hill to the Lookout Tower (the Eiffel Tower of Prague).  Upon climbing 299 stairs to the top of the tower, we had great views of the whole city, and wow, Prague is beautiful!  You can see everything - all the houses with orange roofs, the castle and cathedral, Sarka's place, even the Swedish embassy!  After this, we made our way to the city centre, amidst the  hoards of crowds of tourists (though she assured me that these crowds are nothing compared to what it's like in July and August) to meet up with Ivan.  

With two experts on hand, I saw more of the Old Town (including the famous astronomical clock), walked across Charles Bridge (so many tourists!!), and then Ivan brought us to some of his "secret" places nearby, away from the crowds of foreigners.  We went to Střelecký ostrov, a little island with a teeny tiny beach, as well as Vyšehrad,  a castle and park on a hill, overlooking the Vltava River.  It is also home to a cemetery, for the most famous Czech people in history.  In the park, we read through a series of signs and billboards honouring a British man named Nicholas Winton, a non-famous hero for the country.  He was like Schindler, and was responsible for saving hundreds of Jewish children in Czech during the Holocaust, sending them on trains to the U.K.  

On my second day, we went on a day trip to Karlštejn Castle, one of the most famous castles in the country.  The best part was reuniting with Nadia and another friend from Uppsala, Anushka.  It's a nice way to ease myself into the transition from exchange abroad to normal life, by meeting with so many SLU friends in one city!  A large group of us ended up going through the castle tour.  The castle is pretty cool and was built in the 14th century by King Charles the 4th.  It houses the crown jewels as well, so it's a pretty important castle.  

After the tour, we were starving (and it started to rain) so we had lunch at a nearby pub. Though Sarka and Nadia have already fed me some delicious goulash and dumplings in Sweden, it was my first taste of Czech food in the actual country.  Of course I had to have a Pilsner, the most famous beer in the country, and for lunch everyone told me to have the most traditional dish, Svíčková na smetaně: tender beef sirloin, covered in a healthy amount of gravy, with fluffy bread dumplings and cranberry sauce with cream and lemon.  The best part of all was the price.  Coming from Norway and Sweden, to Czech, you really notice a difference in prices.  Beer is even cheaper than water over here!  

Embarrassing event of the day: I thought that I was saying "thank you" when in fact I was actually saying "how are you?" in Czech.  It wasn't until lunch when the group started laughing and Sarka said, "You don't need to say that so often" that we all realized my misunderstanding..oops.

After this, they wanted to bring me to "America." I was initially very confused because I didn't understand how I could visit the States while in Central Europe, but ok...it turns out that there's a walk in this region that leads to three mini Grand Canyons, hence the name.  There's "Little America," "Mexico," and "America."  Mexico was interesting because it's a huge mine quarry where political prisoners were originally sent between 1949 and 1953.  Also, there were tons of poppy fields throughout our walk!

But the best part was our walk back to Karlštejn.  It was raining all day, and we were covered from head to toe in mud.  We didn't want to go back the same way so we ended up walking 6 km back to the village.  It was fun though, because along the way the roads were lined with cherry trees.  Nadia told me that the king ordered that the trees be planted along the roads so that soldiers returning home would have something to eat along the way (and so did we!).  Because of our mini trek, I had a chance to pass through some villages in the countryside.  

Today I think we were all a little pooped so we hung around the house for most of the day. I took a short walk and wandered into the supermarket to see what I could find.  I've found that one of my favourite things to do in different countries is to visit the supermarkets, because that's where you can see the cool differences between cultures.  One things that I found was an interesting meatloaf that has pork, beef, chicken, egg, and spices.  

So far, so good. I've got another few days here before I head to Bavaria!  It's definitely a nice change to traveling, when I can visit with friends and take my time seeing the city. 

Kram (for you)

<3

Tonight is my final evening in Sweden.

(As cliche as it sounds) It feels like yesterday; I arrived in Arlanda on a warm August day, slightly lost and unsure as to what was in store for me.  I spent the first couple of days unpacking my things, figuring things out, trying to establish myself in this new country, with strangers I had just met.  Today, so many thoughts crossed my mind.

What I mainly thought about was how much I'm going to miss the people here.  You don't realize how close you become with your friends until it's time to go.  That's life, but that doesn't mean it's easy saying goodbye.  This week has been a never-ending chain of goodbyes, hugs, and kisses.  I'm going to miss you, my wonderful international friends who have allowed me to join in on this 10-month adventure in the mysterious land they call Sweden.  Together we traveled and explored, shared meals, celebrated holidays, calculated and studied, complained, laughed, compared accents, misunderstood one another's spoken English, and became a family of mismatched, non-blonde haired nor blue-eyed starving students.

Though I never had a large group of Swedish friends, the ones that I did become close to are very special.  It is through these friends that I managed to understand the culture and appreciate the Swedish lifestyle.  Kanelbullar, lussekatter, semla, kladdkaka, lucia, falu röd stuga, easter, korridorfest, glögg, and indiska, With these friends, we learned from one another, we laughed at our similarities and differences, and vi var pigga och glada.  

Though I'm finally leaving the place where I first envisioned myself, over two years ago, it's time for my new adventure, and ultimately, home.  My dear friends, thanks for this fabulous year, and this Canadian girl cannot wait to see you soon :) 

Puss och kram

One week in paradise

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With school finished and friends going back to their respective countries, the first week of June called for one last trip with some SLU buddies.

To be perfectly honest, I was a bit nervous going into this trip.  Nadia, Jose, Maisam and I had never traveled together before; there was bit of uncertainty as to where this adventure would take us, and if we would all make it back alive (I'm not talking about a random accident).  

Naked statue park re-enaction

On June 6th, in bright and sunny Uppsala, we boarded the plane, and first visited Oslo, Norway during a five hour stopover.  I had the chance to visit with Cecilia.  We had lovely time skipping over puddles and escaping the rain while touring the city.  Five hours was more than enough, in my opinion, to tour the city, and I personally prefer Stockholm and Copenhagen over Oslo.  Perhaps the most exciting feature was the "naked statue park" (as named by Cecilia), or the giant tiger statue in front of the central station.

From Oslo, we headed to Bodø in Northern Norway. Through the rain and the wind and the high tide that left us stranded on our mini island, we managed to survive our first night of camping, and the next day, picked up our rental car and drove about 4 hours to Skutvik.  Here, we were disappointed to find that it was still grey and wet outside, but with a bit of hope in sight, boarded the ferry to our ultimate destination: Lofoten Islands!

Very north!!

I've been told by many others that Lofoten is a place of its own, and is highly recommended to visit. Tiff told me in an email that this was her favourite place in Norway.  The islands are located at the 68 and 69 degrees parallel north of the Arctic Circle.  In the wintertime, there are periods of complete darkness 24/7, the northern lights, and I'm sure a lot of coldness all the way up there.  But in the summertime, it means that there are periods of complete sunlight 24/7, and the midnight sun!  

From Svolvergeita

The thing about Lofoten is that no matter where you look, it's beautiful.  We came to the point where we were searching for imperfections (just five in total during the entire time, and we had to look hard!). The mountains are gorgeous, the water crystal clear, and the villages traditional and welcoming.

In an attempt to dry off our camping gear, we stayed in a lovely cabin in Henningsvaer for two nights, and explored this part of the Lofoten.  Our prayers were answered - the sun suddenly shined upon us and never left us!  And not only was it sunny, but it was hot!  We hiked up Svolvaergeita ("goat mountain"), discovering majestic views of Svolvaer and its surroundings.  That night, we also witness our first view of the midnight sun.  It's difficult to explain just how ridiculous it is to see the sun setting at midnight, and the sky remaining bright throughout the night.  

Haukland

Sheep + beach

Nap time atop the comfy Utakliev mountain

Our fourth day was a beach day, 29 degrees.  Haukland was a completed unexpected surprise. Who knew Norway could have pristine, white and sandy beaches?  The locals told us the water was 10 degrees, but it felt like ice.  Still, at Nadia's urging, we managed (barely) to swim to a rock 15 m away, a huge success to such a cold challenge!  We found a place to camp at Utakliev, which has been named among the most beautiful and romantic beaches in the world!  Lots of people (mostly seniors with caravans) were also here to get a perfect view of the midnight sun.  The weirdest part of this beach (and this region of the island) were the very random sheep living and roaming everywhere!  On the road, on the mountains, at the beach, and the grass beside our tent.  Nadia had another crazy idea to hike at 1 am (why not, the sun is coming out already) so I followed, got tired, and found myself taking a short nap on the soft and grassy mountain.  One thing that I've discovered is that it's extremely difficult to get adequate sleep when it's light out all day and all night.  Though I felt tired, it was so hard to sleep normally because of the never-ending sunlight!

Heads!

The next day, we bought some fish burgers from a local fishmonger in Leknes, the main town in the region.  We could will ourselves to eat the famous codstock, which can be seen through Lofoten.  Cod is hung and dried for three months (February to April) and then can be soaked for 2 weeks and cooked/consumed.  The smell is extremely strong when you pass by the hoards of hanging cod, especially when there heads only.  Makes for a fun photoshoot, but not tempting enough to eat!

Reine

We visited Nusfjord, which has some pretty views.  Ramberg is a beach close by that is less busy than Haukland and just as beautiful.  Sunbathing continued.  This being our second to last day at Lofoten, we wanted to quickly head to the "juicy" parts of the islands, Reine and Å.  Reine is a gorgeous village with a nice harbour and a nice place to relax and have bite to eat.  And Å (pronounced "oh-ah" and translates to "island") is the western most village in Lofoten (we were driving from the east to the west), and I think has the coolest name. Though it's smaller than Reine and perhaps a bit less scenic, along with its scary seagulls inhabiting broken and abandoned buildings, it was cool to visit "the end of the world," as Jose called it and see the endless waves of water of the Norwegian Sea.  We also had a nice evening drinking and chatting with some other visitors from France and Italy. With the sun so warm and no decent place found to set up a tent, we opted to sleep with just our sleeping bags and mats, and in the morning I woke finding my sleeping bag thrown off and the sun burning my forehead.  

Här du bra, Lofoten

On our last day, we hung around Å, and explored a lake area with a nice waterfall.  At night, we took the ferry back to Bodø with yet another spectacular view of the midnight sun setting over the sea.  

I said it a thousand times already to my friends, but it was such a perfect week in Norway. Somehow, everything, including the weather, just worked out.  I think this was a definite highlight trip for this year, something I'll remember forever.  And for the record, all four of us survived to tell the tale :)