My apologies for leaving that last post hanging like I did. I am not sure what happened but I lost scroll function on the page and could not get out of the loop so I hit 'publish'. Oh we'll, it happens.
I got into Berlin on Friday the 28th and have now settled into my apartment. The 6 hour train trip from Amsterdam actually went better than I expected. The company on board was great. Lots of stops on the way but It beats trying to do a 4 minute connection in Hanover when one knows not where the hell one is. I am in a great part of the city called Charlottenberg and just off a really famous street called Kurfurstendamm. Talk about shopping heaven. All the stores are here. To name a few we have Prada, Gucci, ermengildo zegna, Chanel, Hugo Boss, Tiffany. And that is just in one block. To bad I am not spending. Well maybe a few dollars at H&M for some socks and briefs.
Apparently, well not apparently I got into a little sambucca craze with some local people I met a great Greek restaurant around the corner from my place on Saturday night. Thanks to Tanja Schaarschmidt and her group of friends for taking this Canadian and allowing me to enjoy their company. The restaurant is called Ach! Niko Ach. Good time, you need to try this out if in Berlin.
Braved it today and bought a pass for the metro system. Made my way down to the Brandenburg gate, and with everything else I seem to encounter, it was cordoned off and they were either getting ready for or taking down staging for a concert or some sorts. I guess if you want pictures you can always google the location. Probably get better ones than I have taken. At least no scaffolding will be involved.
Today I also went to the incredible Sony centre at Potsdamer Platz. You cannot believe the architecture of this complex. I will try and upload some pictures later tonight and post them on the blog. Again another learning experience so please be patient.
On my way to the Pergamon Museum I stopped at the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe, the Memorial to the Homosexuals persecuted thought the war and then the Bundestag and Reichstag. Wow, that was one busy day, no wonder I finished it off with a beer and roasted duck. Yum!
Great little take away joints all over the city, especially in the Friedriscshain area under the tracks where shops are set up. Incredible noodles for only 3€. Will definitely be going back to that neighbourhood.
My pocket guide to Berlin lists 10 neighbourhoods and my plan is to do one neighbourhood a day. Armed with my trusty metro pass, maps and a cute smile should get me somewhere. For the rest of the days I can go back and visit places again. Off to the Charlottenberg Palace tomorrow and then to the world famous KaDeWe shopping centre. Second largest shopping area in the world. Should be interesting.
That reminds me of how I left my last post hanging. My friend Olga said that here they have tall, not big and tall as in oversize North Americans but here they are tall and slim and gorgeous. Well not all but enough to keep on looking.
My name is Bruce Miller and I grew up in Victoria, B.C. Canada. As a young boy I would stand on the lagoon shore, stare at the vast Pacific Ocean and dream of what was out there waiting to be discovered. Welcome to my journey.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Amsterdam Monday 2230 hrs
Well, what a bunch of to do this last little bit has been. For some reason when I signed on everything was literally Dutch to me. I kept getting routed through to my blog but it had a .nl at the end. Took me half an hour to get to this page. For all of you that I worked with in Ottawa, you will not be surprised at this. How many times did I say just make it so.
A couple of things I need to mention before I get into what has been happening for the last week here in Amsterdam.
1: You will have to excuse the spelling mistakes. I switched to a new iPad before I left and the keyboard is rather small for these large ham hock hands of mine. They were good for farming and manual labour (not bloody likely) and not for small keyboards. You should see the stuff I catch. Auto spell check can be quite amusing at times. For instance, where I said ham hocks, this damn thing inserted hammocks. What one has to do with the other is beyond my comprehension.
2: Pictures. I know everyone is asking for pictures, and I do have them. But getting them on here is another exercise. And as I used to tell everyone when I was working, I am only paid to think between 7 and 3. If you really want to see pictures then I suggest google and input the city. Much better pictures than I can take. And as I am travelling alone there are very few pictures with me in them.
Today in Amsterdam has been absolutely pissing down with rain. Which has not been so bad for me. All this trekking around on cobblestone streets with a satchel slung over my shoulders irritated my lower back. No amount of scotch and ibuprofen can cure the aches and spasms. I have been googling North American medicines for their ingredients and then doing comparison shopping for the
European equivalents. HINT: bring lots of drugs you thing you many need when you cross the pond.
I guess I could have tried a coffee shop and smoked the pain away, but even in the 70s I didn't do that stuff.
Since my last post I have been losing my way around this city. I mean I really get lost, which is quite unlike me. But every cobblestone street and pretty bridge all look the same after 50 or so. And after awhile left turns become right turns and so on. Thank god I am never in a hurry to get to any one place in particular. And if things really get frustrating, I find a nice sidewalk cafe, park my ass and order a large draft beer. Everything seems easier to cope with a large beer.
I mentioned in a previous post how I was disappointed with the Rijksmusem and Van Gogh museums because they are intense mindst of relocation etc.. Well, I was vindicated last Friday when I went to the Hermitage Amsterdam.
The Hermitage Amsterdam is affiliated with the St. Petersburg Hermitage and they rotate exhibits to Amsterdam. I saw a fabulous exhibit called The Impressionsits. There were works from Monet, Cezanne, Lauren's, Pissarro, Manet, Rodin, and other contempories. Well worth a visit if you are here in the next couple of months. It was better then the othe two museums combined.
I am totally amazed by the amount of tourists there are here in Amsterdam. Amazed, but I really should be use to it. After all, growing up in Victoria, then living in Vancouver and Ottawa which are all major tourist destinations should make one more or less oblivious to the masses. But I guess with the limited sidewalk space here and the hordes of people cramming into these tight spaces it becomes more noticeable.
One of the things I like about spending time in cities and trying to live like the locals is that after a bit you start to act like one. I was actually approached my a less affluent member of society that had stumbled out of a coffeehouse, and he asked me in Dutch for money and I responded with a very polite nee. Here being tall is normal. Being a 'tad overweight' for the height is a bit of a problem. The clothes here are for tall slim people. I was one of those in 2003 but not now. And damn they have nice clothes here for men, and the men we nt afraid to dress. As Olga said, here they have talas in a
.
A couple of things I need to mention before I get into what has been happening for the last week here in Amsterdam.
1: You will have to excuse the spelling mistakes. I switched to a new iPad before I left and the keyboard is rather small for these large ham hock hands of mine. They were good for farming and manual labour (not bloody likely) and not for small keyboards. You should see the stuff I catch. Auto spell check can be quite amusing at times. For instance, where I said ham hocks, this damn thing inserted hammocks. What one has to do with the other is beyond my comprehension.
2: Pictures. I know everyone is asking for pictures, and I do have them. But getting them on here is another exercise. And as I used to tell everyone when I was working, I am only paid to think between 7 and 3. If you really want to see pictures then I suggest google and input the city. Much better pictures than I can take. And as I am travelling alone there are very few pictures with me in them.
Today in Amsterdam has been absolutely pissing down with rain. Which has not been so bad for me. All this trekking around on cobblestone streets with a satchel slung over my shoulders irritated my lower back. No amount of scotch and ibuprofen can cure the aches and spasms. I have been googling North American medicines for their ingredients and then doing comparison shopping for the
European equivalents. HINT: bring lots of drugs you thing you many need when you cross the pond.
I guess I could have tried a coffee shop and smoked the pain away, but even in the 70s I didn't do that stuff.
Since my last post I have been losing my way around this city. I mean I really get lost, which is quite unlike me. But every cobblestone street and pretty bridge all look the same after 50 or so. And after awhile left turns become right turns and so on. Thank god I am never in a hurry to get to any one place in particular. And if things really get frustrating, I find a nice sidewalk cafe, park my ass and order a large draft beer. Everything seems easier to cope with a large beer.
I mentioned in a previous post how I was disappointed with the Rijksmusem and Van Gogh museums because they are intense mindst of relocation etc.. Well, I was vindicated last Friday when I went to the Hermitage Amsterdam.
The Hermitage Amsterdam is affiliated with the St. Petersburg Hermitage and they rotate exhibits to Amsterdam. I saw a fabulous exhibit called The Impressionsits. There were works from Monet, Cezanne, Lauren's, Pissarro, Manet, Rodin, and other contempories. Well worth a visit if you are here in the next couple of months. It was better then the othe two museums combined.
I am totally amazed by the amount of tourists there are here in Amsterdam. Amazed, but I really should be use to it. After all, growing up in Victoria, then living in Vancouver and Ottawa which are all major tourist destinations should make one more or less oblivious to the masses. But I guess with the limited sidewalk space here and the hordes of people cramming into these tight spaces it becomes more noticeable.
One of the things I like about spending time in cities and trying to live like the locals is that after a bit you start to act like one. I was actually approached my a less affluent member of society that had stumbled out of a coffeehouse, and he asked me in Dutch for money and I responded with a very polite nee. Here being tall is normal. Being a 'tad overweight' for the height is a bit of a problem. The clothes here are for tall slim people. I was one of those in 2003 but not now. And damn they have nice clothes here for men, and the men we nt afraid to dress. As Olga said, here they have talas in a
.
Monday, September 17, 2012
Amsterdam
Last time I posted I was in Ghent. Since then I have been to Bruges, Ostend and am now on day 4 in Amsterdam.
I absolutely loved Bruges. I had this wonderful hotel, Hotel Ter Brughe which is a refurbished old building situated in a great area on a canal. Cobblestone streets, bridges and a light mist, perfect postcard pictures. This city is easy to walk around and navigation could not have been easier. People are very helpful and most speak English, except for the grumpy bus driver. I guess it is the same for bus drivers everywhere, even them driver in Amsterdam was snarky. Must be a job prerequisite.
I am not sure how many of you are familiar with the British film called "Shirley Valentine", in that movie there are what I call quintessential British toursits, the kind that travel abroad but want everything to be the same as back home. Well, I seemed to run into this group of four many times in Bruges. You could tell it was them by that grating voice of the femal ringleader. One afternoon I sat down for a well deserved pint and I heard that voice again saying "this is the best thing I've eaten since we left home". I turned around and the silly woman was eating quiche and salad. Quiche and salad when you have all this great seafood around. Oh well!
I took the 15 minute or so train ride to the Atlantic coast to the city of Ostend. Being raised by the ocean I wanted that smell and wave action again. And for you Vancouver Island people reading this, yes it smells different than the Pacific Ocean on the west coast of the Island.
Ostend is a nice places, but man is it built up with high rise apartments right on the beach.
I have a fab apartment in Amsterdam in a great area (Grachtengordel South) that is close to museums, the Vondel Park and numerous sites. Mind you, in Amsterdam everything's close and in great walking distance.
I went to the Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museums today. I managed to get both done ina couple of hours because they are both downsized due to renovations and moves. What I did see was good, but really wanted more.
This is a great walking city, and I would normally suggest to bring great shoes. But this city has some of the best damn shoe stores, both men and women that I have ever seen. Thinking of tossing some old footwear out and replacing them with something newer.
I absolutely loved Bruges. I had this wonderful hotel, Hotel Ter Brughe which is a refurbished old building situated in a great area on a canal. Cobblestone streets, bridges and a light mist, perfect postcard pictures. This city is easy to walk around and navigation could not have been easier. People are very helpful and most speak English, except for the grumpy bus driver. I guess it is the same for bus drivers everywhere, even them driver in Amsterdam was snarky. Must be a job prerequisite.
I am not sure how many of you are familiar with the British film called "Shirley Valentine", in that movie there are what I call quintessential British toursits, the kind that travel abroad but want everything to be the same as back home. Well, I seemed to run into this group of four many times in Bruges. You could tell it was them by that grating voice of the femal ringleader. One afternoon I sat down for a well deserved pint and I heard that voice again saying "this is the best thing I've eaten since we left home". I turned around and the silly woman was eating quiche and salad. Quiche and salad when you have all this great seafood around. Oh well!
I took the 15 minute or so train ride to the Atlantic coast to the city of Ostend. Being raised by the ocean I wanted that smell and wave action again. And for you Vancouver Island people reading this, yes it smells different than the Pacific Ocean on the west coast of the Island.
Ostend is a nice places, but man is it built up with high rise apartments right on the beach.
I have a fab apartment in Amsterdam in a great area (Grachtengordel South) that is close to museums, the Vondel Park and numerous sites. Mind you, in Amsterdam everything's close and in great walking distance.
I went to the Rijksmuseum and Van Gogh Museums today. I managed to get both done ina couple of hours because they are both downsized due to renovations and moves. What I did see was good, but really wanted more.
This is a great walking city, and I would normally suggest to bring great shoes. But this city has some of the best damn shoe stores, both men and women that I have ever seen. Thinking of tossing some old footwear out and replacing them with something newer.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
in Bruges
It has been 6 days now since I started this journey. Since then I have been in Brussels, Ghent and now here in Bruges until Friday when I head off to Amsterdam.
Brussels was interesting, I can say I have been there and that is about it. Not too terribly exciting, just another capital city. A lot of student age kids wandering the streets until all hours drinking, making noise and being young. Tour groups galore as well as Roma panhandlers.
Ghent, Gand or Gent, whichever language preference you have is a lovely place to visit with easy streets and canals to navigate as well as some really impressive architecture. Warm friendly people and again people hanging on the canals drinking and staring down young girls jeans as they are bending over talking to friends. Drunks are the same everywhere, god bless them.
Wile Ian Ghent I stayed in the Gravensteen Hotel, which was reasonable and in a great location near al the sites and close to a great neighbourhood called Patersol. I had lunch at this great place called the Soup Lounge. For €6.85 I had a wonderful pumpkin soup with meatballs, garnishes, buns and fruit.. Best deal I have found so far.
Heading out to see the Salvador Dali exhibit and wander around the city to see what is happening. Tomorrow I will head off to Ostend, on the ocean and see the sites there. It is wonderful when everything is only a 30 minute train ride away. Not like Canada where it takes 30 minutes to get to the train. Speaking of trains I met a wonderful lady named Annelies who helped me on my way to the train in Ghent. Thanks Annelies
Thursday, August 9, 2012
Lesson learned?
Here today with my blog guru trying to get all this figured out before I am sent to face the world alone. Wish me luck, so far it has been hit and miss.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Getting Ready
Well everyone, it is about a month to go before I hop on that plane and start this journey.
As with everything in life there is a lot of prep work to be done prior to the start. And as usual, not all goes according to plan.
I have been slowly unloading most items that tend to tie one down. It has been going pretty well so far, except for trying to get rid of my large furniture items. A good purge is very cathartic. I cannot believe that businesses in this day and age take forever to return calls, if at all, and then when they do they seem disinterested or offer some excuse as to why they cannot accommodate you. I don't understand why they don't want to carry a 1920's sofa and chairs down 2 flights of stairs, especially when there is money involved. Why 2 sets of stair you ask. Just so happens that early June the water main in the basement burst and flooded us out, and of course the elevator works are below ground. What putz made that decision?
And now I need to get the auto windshield replaced in order to sell it off to my friend. Oh well! Not long to go now, and the only worries are what restaurant to eat in, which train to take to which country and how long to stay.
Travel arrangements are done for Europe up to October 10th. After that date I am not sure where to head to. I will keep you posted.
Bruce
As with everything in life there is a lot of prep work to be done prior to the start. And as usual, not all goes according to plan.
I have been slowly unloading most items that tend to tie one down. It has been going pretty well so far, except for trying to get rid of my large furniture items. A good purge is very cathartic. I cannot believe that businesses in this day and age take forever to return calls, if at all, and then when they do they seem disinterested or offer some excuse as to why they cannot accommodate you. I don't understand why they don't want to carry a 1920's sofa and chairs down 2 flights of stairs, especially when there is money involved. Why 2 sets of stair you ask. Just so happens that early June the water main in the basement burst and flooded us out, and of course the elevator works are below ground. What putz made that decision?
And now I need to get the auto windshield replaced in order to sell it off to my friend. Oh well! Not long to go now, and the only worries are what restaurant to eat in, which train to take to which country and how long to stay.
Travel arrangements are done for Europe up to October 10th. After that date I am not sure where to head to. I will keep you posted.
Bruce
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