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- Day 18
- Tuesday, May 21, 2024
- ☁️ 23 °C
- Altitude: 22 m
GermanyHamburg53°33’1” N 10°0’2” E
Hanging out in Hamburg
May 21, 2024 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C
From Amsterdam, we set out from our hotel on the canal, traipsing through the cobblestone pathways, to catch the 8am train to Hamburg via Osnabrück. Along the way, Jason kept cursing the fact that we brought suitcases instead of backpacks. “Bring suitcases to Europe, it’ll be fine”, he muttered to himself.
We boarded the train and got comfortable for the almost three-hour journey through the Dutch and German countryside. Across from us was a young woman, wearing a hijab, and her child. Before setting off, her partner said his goodbyes and disembarked. I could see him waiving goodbye from the platform, but Jason, ignorant of this, surmised the most elaborate story: they couldn’t afford two first-class tickets, so he took his seat at the back of the train in second class.
Not long after boarding, the ticket inspector came by to check tickets. He asked the woman for ID. I assumed that she must have had a concession ticket and he wanted to confirm her eligibility. Jason thought he was racially profiling her and he was checking her visa/residency status. I hope it was the former. No-one else was asked for ID in our little cabin.
We arrived in Osnabrück a little before 11am and a train headed for Hamburg was waiting on the platform. This seemed too early for our train. Before Jason went to jump on the train, I made him check with the train guard. Yep, this was the 10:23am train that was running very late. Apparently only 64% of trains run on-time in Germany. So we waited another 15-20 minutes for the correct train.
We got to Hamburg around quarter past one and made our way on foot to our hotel. The hotel was supposed to be across the road from the station, but of course we took the wrong exit and instead of an 80m walk it turned into a 480m walk. That meant further for Jason to drag his suitcase!
We checked in and immediately set out to explore the city centre around the hauptbahnhof (Central Station) and the St. George area. The train station would be the epicentre for most of what we did over the next two days.
Roaming about the city we stumbled upon Cinnamood, a cinnamon rolls bakery with all kinds of decadent flavours. Of course, we had try a couple. They were the tastiest cinnamon rolls I’ve every tried, so fresh and gooey. In true Ricky and Jason fashion, we would revisit once more before we headed to our next destination.
We explored the harbour area, Binnenalster, which is an artificial lake that is “inside” the city walls. The old city walls no longer exist, and have been replaced by two bridges, the Lombardsbrücke and the Kennedybrücke.
We then decided to explore the southern end beyond the Hamburg hauptbahnhof. All of a sudden we felt we had roamed into a different world. There seemed to be a boundary that we crossed. German no longer seemed to be the first language of the residents. The smells and sights of the Middle East filled the air. I had only looked down for a second, and we hadn’t walked that far to end up in Morocco!
Later that evening we went for dinner at a restaurant close to the hotel. As we sat down, Jason looked around, and said “have we landed on the set of Cocoon? “. The average age was probably 65 in the shade. We survived without having the youth, or what remains of it, sucked out of us.Read more
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- Day 16
- Sunday, May 19, 2024
- ⛅ 23 °C
- Altitude: 11 m
NetherlandsAmsterdam52°22’23” N 4°53’33” E
Amsterdam - Days 2 & 3
May 19, 2024 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 23 °C
During our time in Amsterdam, we spent hours people-watching from our hotel, trying to guess the different nationalities of tourists as they walked by. This was accompanied by the Eurovision song that represented that country this year. There seemed to be a lot of French, Italian and Spanish tourists, which meant the same songs were on repeat.
We walked aimlessly around Amsterdam, dropping by places that we had frequented on previous trips. This was the fourth time to Amsterdam and it seemed very little had changed in the seven years that we had been away. Along the way, we grazed like cows, munching on vlaamse frites with mayonnaise, stroopwafles, donuts, liquorice and fried Dutch and Middle Eastern goodies. We were certainly making up for lost time. Forget extra leg room, we’ll need an extra seat.
We needed a little help with our Dutch pronunciation in one of the bakeries. Broodjes ... Br- then pretend to clear your throat- ooood – jes (sandwiches). Tasty. But that is only the entree. There’s still room for the main course and dessert. We even found some of the best burgers that we have had all trip at Oh My Buns! I think one of the other customers felt the same way as she slowly ate her burger and fries. She seemed to be enjoying it so much that she couldn’t open her eyes. Maybe she ate too many brownies at the coffeeshop. It did seem like it took her some effort to make her way out the restaurant.
In Reykjavik, we’d left our international power adaptor at the hotel. Yes, this was part of a multi-part, cross-over episodes of the Lost World vs Destructive World. Luckily, we found our new favourite store, Normal, a Danish $2 shop, which we had started to frequent in Copenhagen and Malmö. It’s amazing what crap you can pick up that you never knew you needed 😂. But with Jason’s new backpack to replace the broken Eurovision bag, surely we have enough room for more shit before we head to our next destination.
Next destination: Hamburg.Read more
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- Day 15
- Saturday, May 18, 2024
- ⛅ 24 °C
- Altitude: 11 m
NetherlandsAmsterdam52°22’23” N 4°53’33” E
Aimless in Amsterdam
May 18, 2024 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 24 °C
On our last night in Iceland, we needed to get to bed early because we had to be at the airport at 4:30am to catch a 6:10am flight to Amsterdam, flying budget Play. With four different alarms set, surely we wouldn’t miss our flight.
The temperature outside was almost at freezing point, but inside Jason had the temperature cranked up as if we were in the middle of the desert. You would have never thought that we were in one of the coldest climates. That day, we had visited the Phallogical museum in Reykjavik, which included an erect penis prop from the movie Friday the 13th Vengeance Bloodlines Part 2. This must have made an impression on me, because that night I had a nightmare that Jason was attacking me in my dream. I woke up screaming, “Jason!!!! Jason !!!!”. That is, Jason Voorhees from the movie, not Jason McDonald.
Somehow we got back to sleep only up be woken a few hours later to four alarms, slightly out of sync, going off. The sudden shock of the sound jolted us from our sleep so much that we hit heads and almost concussed one another. I can think of better ways of waking up.
We had twenty minutes to quickly get our stuff together and be ready for our airport transfer. This time, the check-in process went smoothly and without delays. We boarded the plane and took our seats. Well, Jason could have taken his seat anywhere. It was broken and lifted right off. He could use it as a floating device if we crash over water.
At this point, I could feel that I was starting to get the flu. Damn, that woman barking like a dog on our Icelandic tour; obviously it wasn't the 2-packet-a-day smoking habit that made Brenda from Bavaria cough so much. The cabin air pressure wasn’t great either. As we made our descent, my ears were blocked and I could hardly hear a word that was being said. I mean, it was half in Icelandic so I had no clue anyway. Everything was all muffled. Even when we landed, nada. I couldn’t hear a sound. I started to get worried that I may have had a permanent condition. “What’s that you’re saying, Jason?” Actually, on second thoughts this could be a blessing 😂.
We stood for almost an hour waiting for our baggage to be off loaded before we heard an announcement that the carousel number for our flight had changed. Karen (aka Jason McDonald) was going to complain to the manager about this. We moved from carousel 15 to 17. We waited for another couple a minutes and still nothing. We saw others from our flight move to carousel 18. It seems someone from Schiphol airport needed to go back to school to count.
We finally got our baggage and made our way to take the twenty-minute train journey to Amsterdam Centraal. The Netherlands now allows for passengers to tap their credit card without the need to buy a train ticket. But where do you tap? The machine was nowhere to be seen and Jason was such an eager beaver that he was willing to jump on board until he checked with the train conductor.
When we got to Centraal, we had a 10-minute walk through the busiest part of Amsterdam. Jason took us on the scenic route to our hotel located along the Singel canal. As we walked down our street, we realised that we were staying in the little Red Light district. Some sex workers seemed flat out quite literally, while others couldn’t seem to turn a trick.
Our hotel room had a great open view of the canal, perfect for people watching. All of sudden we noticed bus loads of tourists taking photos outside of our hotel. Do they think we are sex workers plying our trade along the canal? It’s actually a €140 fine to take photos or videos of sex workers, I reminded them. “Respect the sex workers”, I yelled. Unfortunately, there were no takers and we were left high and dry. We probably needed a red light to make it more obvious that we were open for business. Or maybe we needed to pay them 😂. Similar to the sex workers, we had the disinterested-distracted-by-our-phones look down pat. “Please, no more photos”. Now, we know what it’s like to be hounded by the paparazzi.
Turns out we were located next to the narrowest facade in Amsterdam, a famous tourist landmark. Even some of the tour boats going up the canal would drift by for people to take a few happy snaps of the building. The facade is a doorway width wide. The building, though, does get bigger behind the facade.
Our Hotel Manager was a strange older Dutch man, who clearly had issues with women, based on some of the misogynistic comments that he made. His parting words were: “If you don’t bother me, I won’t bother you”. And that’s exactly what happened. We only briefly saw him one day as he was preparing one of the rooms for another guest or when he poked this head out of the house with the narrowest facade, where he seemed to live. Maybe that’s why he was so eccentric.Read more
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- Day 14
- Friday, May 17, 2024
- 🌬 7 °C
- Altitude: 18 m
IcelandKeflavík63°59’59” N 22°33’24” W
Kicking back in Keflavik
May 17, 2024 in Iceland ⋅ 🌬 7 °C
We made it to the airport near Keflavik by 2pm in the afternoon and then needed to catch a 7-minute taxi ride, 4.7 kilometres away from the airport. Our hotel told us it would be about AU$35, give or take AU$5. Well, it was already AU$16 before we got in the car and the speed in which it was racing Usain Bolt probably couldn’t keep up. It was AU$30 before we got out of the airport grounds. AU$55 later and we were at our destination.
The seaside town didn’t seem to offer a great deal as we walked through the main street. It seemed like a sleepy sea-side town, the home to a little over 15,000 people. We picked up some provisions from the local Lidl and went back to our hotel to get a little bit of shut-eye before we needed to get up at the crack of sparrows.
Next destination: Amsterdam.Read more
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- Day 13
- Thursday, May 16, 2024
- ☁️ 8 °C
- Altitude: 4 m
IcelandReykjavik64°8’46” N 21°56’32” W
Reykjavik - Day 4
May 16, 2024 in Iceland ⋅ ☁️ 8 °C
On our final day in Reykjavik, we took the fifty-minute bus to the Blue Lagoons, about five kilometres from Grindavik. Earlier in the year and late in 2023, there were several eruptions from the nearby volcano with lava flowing around the surrounding area, blocking the roads to the Blue Lagoon Fortunately, the path had been cleared by the time that we arrived, but the new lava was clearly visible. Grindavik had been evacuated and it is unlikely that people will return to live in the area.
The Blue Lagoon, a man-made pool created from the geothermal power plant nearby, is one of the most popular tourist destinations. On the day that we visited, it seemed that half of the US has decided to bathe in the 38° highly concentrated silica water. We overheard a group of American guys (although we suspect there may have been a Canadian that had infiltrated the group) say “Copenhagen is just like an American city”. My first thoughts were “what American city has Eighteenth and Nineteenth century Danish architecture?” It's amusing how the point of reference for Americans is America. Although Jason’s point of reference seems to be Dalby and the Darling Downs 😂.
After a relaxing day in the geothermal pools, it was time to return home, but not before taking a tour of the Icelandic Punk Museum. The museum is housed in a converted 1920s public toilet, with urinals and toilet bowls still in tact. In the early 2000s, the toilet was closed because it didn't meet modern building standards, such as being wheelchair accessible – it’s located underground with a staircase leading to the entrance. The collection featured plenty of international punk and new wave bands that had played in Iceland in the early eighties and the influence this had on Icelandic punk. It also featured plenty of memorabilia from the Sugarcubes and Björk.
Afterwards we moseyed our way home to prepare to move onto our last destination in Keflavik, about 40kms from Reykjavik. Our flight from Iceland was at the crack of dawn so we decided that it would be easier to stay near the airport, otherwise we would have had to leave Reykjavik at three in the morning.
But before we headed to the Reykjanes Peninsular, we had time to fit in one more museum: the phallogical museum. The museum displays artwork and over 100 species of phalli. Dicks, pricks and cocks from wall to wall. They even have a specimen of a human, a 95 year old man from Iceland who donated his wang for all to witness. Not sure if it was shrivelled from age or just the cold 😂.
With the last cultural study concluded, we had to make our way back to collect our luggage and wait for our transfer to the airport. But not before trying a caramel scroll from Brauð & Co, a famous bakery in Reykjavik. The tasty treat went down well.Read more
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- Day 12
- Wednesday, May 15, 2024
- ☁️ 9 °C
- Altitude: 4 m
IcelandReykjavik64°8’46” N 21°56’32” W
Reykjavik - Day 3
May 15, 2024 in Iceland ⋅ ☁️ 9 °C
On our third day, we did the Golden Circle tour, which included Friðheimar Farm, where we learnt about how they grow tomatoes in Iceland. If people think that Australia has a harsh climate and landscape, Iceland probably matches it. Fire and ice. Light and darkness. It has extremes. I don’t think I ever saw complete darkness while we were there.
The island is so remote that until humans invaded, there was only one mammal native to the island: the attic fox. The first settlers of Iceland, the Norse and Gaelic peoples, must have been really desperate to flee the Norwegian kingdom to settle in such a harsh climate. Fortunately modern conveniences can ameliorate that; the geothermal gas produced in Iceland can be converted into electricity through a complicated process, but provides a lot of green energy to power all of these inventions to make life a little more comfortable. For locals, this means cheap electricity. It’s this energy that the Friðheimar Farm uses to power the greenhouses to fool the tomatoes into thinking that they aren’t in one of the coldest climates.
The island is so cold that even most insects don’t want to live there, so pest control is not a major issue. Compared to Australia where there are more than 200,000 species of insects, Iceland has over 1000. One of those is the Icelandic fly. The Friðheimar Farm has introduced flies from the Netherlands to fight off the Icelandic flies, which were bad for the tomatoes.
Moving on from the farm, we headed to Geysir to witness the exploding geothermal springs, including Strokkur, a fountain-type geyser that shoots hot water and steam, every 6-10 minutes 15-25 metres into the air.
From there, we headed to the waterfall of Gullfoss. The Hvítá river flows into the waterfall, which plunges into a 32m crevice. And then at the end of the tour, we visited Thingvellir, where the first Icelandic parliament, the Althing, was formed in 930CE. Our tour guide, Stefan, proudly claimed that Iceland has the oldest recorded legislative body. He was also proud of how the Icelanders are so liberal-minded. He gave some examples, such as the first elected female President in the 1980s and that in the up-and-coming election there was a “gay running for office who was married to another gay”.Read more
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- Day 11
- Tuesday, May 14, 2024
- ⛅ 9 °C
- Altitude: 4 m
IcelandReykjavik64°8’46” N 21°56’32” W
Reykjavik - Day 2
May 14, 2024 in Iceland ⋅ ⛅ 9 °C
The next day, we set out to explore the city centre. Most of the houses are no more than two storeys because of the frequency of earthquakes. Buildings over two storeys need special approval from the authorities. For a small population – just under 400,000 in the whole country and with two thirds residing in Reykjavik and the surrounding areas – the city is sprawled across a large area, but still it can be easily walked.
It wasn’t long before the next episode of the Destructive World began. Somehow the ugly giraffe statue sitting on the TV cabinet fell onto the ground, shattering all four legs. It had clearly been broken previously with the remnants of glue still visible. Fortunately, MacGyver (aka Jason McDonald) had come prepared with shoe glue. Fixed. No-one would ever know the difference, unless it falls again. There were also a few cross over episodes with the Lost World but we won’t mention that 😂.Read more
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- Day 10
- Monday, May 13, 2024
- ⛅ 8 °C
- Altitude: 20 m
IcelandReykjavik64°8’52” N 21°56’20” W
Iceland: Land of Fire and Ice
May 13, 2024 in Iceland ⋅ ⛅ 8 °C
With Eurovision now over, it was time to move onto our next destination. We packed up our stuff and headed to the Copenhagen airport to catch a 12:40pm flight to Reykjavik. And in customary fashion, as we went through security, my carry-on bag was quarantined for inspection. “Dansk, English?”, said the security guy. And when it was clear that Danish wasn’t my first (or even second or third) language, he followed up with “You seemed to have forgotten to remove liquids from your bag”. That’s strange, I’m almost 100% sure that I’d removed anything that might cause a problem. The aim had been for a seamless security check. But this really wasn’t to be. He proceeded to take everything out of my bag, providing commentary along the way. “You’ve got a bit of a sweet tooth, hey” as he opened the bag of chocolates and lollies. With everything strewn across the counter, he came to the conclusion that there was nothing untoward. “Best you pack this yourself” was his departing remarks. Thanks for that!
I went about shoving my stuff back in my bag and then realised I still had another tray of crap to collect. The Lost World instantly hit me in the face. But it wasn’t until I boarded and took my seat that I realised I had lost my special pen for my e-notebook. Add that to the list, along with a few other less significant items.
We were flying budget airline Play, the national carrier of Iceland, and for some reason their computer system didn’t seat accompanying travellers together. Jason was seated against the window in the row in front of me. A girl approached me and asked if I wanted to swap seats so she could sit with her friend. “Sure, no problem”. So I moved to the back of the plane and took what I thought was her seat. I got all the things I needed for the flight and got comfortable, only to find out it was the wrong seat. Maybe she said 46F. So I moved a couple of rows down. But the musical chairs didn’t end there, the music hadn’t yet stopped. Nope, still wrong seat. After reconfirming the correct seat, I was ready for take off, wedged against the window and a big Icelandic man. Oh well, at least it’s only a three-hour flight.
We arrived in Reykjavik around two in the afternoon to a barmy four degrees; and that is in late spring. Because we weren’t seated together and I was at the back of the plane, I was one of the last people off the plane, and Jason was waiting for me at the gate. Immediately, I could tell by the look on his face that he didn’t seem impressed. As we flew into Iceland, we got a great view of the country. The volcanic landscape was clearly visible. And there clearly wasn’t a big metropolis with skyscrapers.
There aren't any rideshare companies in Iceland, and taxis, similar to most countries, are ridiculously expensive or try to rip you off. Luckily, we had planned ahead and had booked the airport bus (which was still not chicken feed).
The trip from Keflavik airport to Reykjavik city centre was about a fifty-minute bus ride through the wide-open spaces of Iceland. We got dropped off at the BSI transport centre and then transported by a smaller shuttle bus. The only problem was the drop-off point was about 800 metres at the bottom of a steady incline.
We traversed the hill with luggage and bags in hand and eventually made it to our destination, Reykjavik Apartments4U. It was a self check-in process with a pin code to enter. But where was the keypad to enter the pin code? Turns out that the keypad was electronic and we needed to touch the door but that wasn’t really clear from the instructions.
One of the first things we did was go to the local supermarket, Konan, to get provisions for the next four days. If we thought the prices of food in Scandinavia was expensive, this was on another level. AU$90 get you a soup and a couple of lamb cutlets, or AU$42 will get you fish and chips.
Later, I went out to explore Reykjavik and on my return locked myself out of the apartment. Three incorrect pin codes and the door locks itself. Unauthorised access, unauthorised access, unauthorised access!!! Luckily, Jason was rugged up inside and was able to open the door. Otherwise I’m not sure how long I would have survived before frost bite would have set in 😂. For some reason, working out how to get into a building seemed more difficult than it should be!Read more
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- Day 6
- Thursday, May 9, 2024
- ☁️ 17 °C
- Altitude: 17 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°41’12” N 12°34’12” E
Copenhagen - Days 5-8
May 9, 2024 in Denmark ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C
By Friday, the Eurovision dramas were starting to unfold. The Netherlands was disqualified due to what the EBU deemed unacceptable behaviour from Joost Klein, another crowd favourite, towards a member of the production crew. There also seemed to be some drama associated with some comments that he made during a press conference. The final was shaping up to be one of the most controversial contests for a long time.
The day of the final arrived and we had gotten into our routine of food, alcohol and getting ready. We made our way to Copenhagen Central and took a seat next to two guys on their way to the viewing party at the Euroclub. We struck up a conversation with them, with Jason spouting off about how he didn’t like Copenhagen when we were here last time, before he realised he was speaking with a local and quickly tried to recover the conversation with how much he like it staying in the outer suburbs of Copenhagen. Jason didn’t dig himself out of his hole by saying that Vesterbro was the suburbs – it’s downtown Copenhagen!
When we got to Malmö, we did our usual routine: refuel, pee and stand in line to enter the arena. This time, there were more pro-Palestine protestors than previously. One woman was dragged by Swedish police into a paddy wagon, screaming that they were hurting her arm.
Next minute, there was a camera in my face asking me who I thought would win Eurovision. I have no idea what random TV station or online blog was asking. Another interview that’s somewhere on the world wide web.
We then ran into a group of Danish boys that helped us get out of the maze that is Copenhagen Central after the first semi-final. At our first meeting, I had the Australian Aboriginal flag painted on my cheek in support of Electric Fields, who was representing Australia. One of the Danish guys mistook the colours as the German flag and started speaking in German. I had to break it to him that I didn’t understand a word. He then broke into English and shared his strong mix of gin and soda.
For the final, I wasn’t entering the arena without an alcoholic beverage to enjoy during the show. So I lined up at the bar and waited my turn. A Swedish woman came up to me and asked me where I was from; again she was amazed that we had flown 24 hours to come to Eurovision. I thought that I was all set to enjoy the show until I tried to leave the bar area and was repelled by the security guard. Apparently I wasn’t allowed to leave the area with a bottle of beer. So I had to scull it and return to Jason emptied handed reeking of beer. Oh well!
Even before the show started, the organisers had a pep talk to calm the crowd, tensions were high with one disqualified act and another act many wanted removed from the competition. The head of the EBU, Martin Österdahl, wasn’t a popular man. Every time he spoke there were audible boos from the audience. In fact, I never heard a word that he said. But when you watch the play back, the boos have been removed from the broadcast.
With the Netherlands disqualified, they refused to give their votes live on air, and Martin had to announce the votes “due to a communication problem”. In the rehearsal show, they use dummy votes and one country refused to say Israel and said Ireland instead. The host, Petra Mede, kept repeating for them to announce the correct country until it became clear that wasn’t going to happen. Luckily, no jury gave Israel douze (12) points. The public vote was another story; I still think that the public vote was rigged. And in the live show, many of us turned our backs on the Israeli contestant in support of a cease fire and an end to the genocide in Gaza. This wasn’t met with positivity from all in the arena.
After the show finished, we headed to Euroclub for the after party. The final show didn’t finish until 1am so we were already keeping our eyes open with matchsticks. We hung about, dancing in the background of the SVT TV crew who were filming at the club. Another TV appearance which we’ll never see. After an hour or so, and with tired feet, we dawdled back to the train station to make our way back to Copenhagen. Luckily, we had another day to recover and to wander the Danish streets.
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- Day 5
- Wednesday, May 8, 2024
- ⛅ 16 °C
- Altitude: 17 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°41’12” N 12°34’12” E
Copenhagen - Day 4
May 8, 2024 in Denmark ⋅ ⛅ 16 °C
The next day was a day of rest. We had to remind ourselves that this was a marathon not a sprint. Instead, we spent a leisurely day walking around Copenhagen and ended up at Nyhavn, a Seventeenth century waterfront canal and entertainment district.
On Thursday, it was Semi-final 2, and this time we decided to leave a little earlier than previously, just in case there were protests blocking the bridge between Copenhagen and Malmö. The day before people were late for the dress rehearsal show because “unauthorised persons” were on the bridge.
The show seemed to go ahead with little drama. After the show, we continued the party at Euroclub. This was becoming our regular thing.Read more
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- Day 4
- Tuesday, May 7, 2024
- ☀️ 14 °C
- Altitude: 17 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°41’12” N 12°34’12” E
Copenhagen - Day 3
May 7, 2024 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 14 °C
The following day was Semi-final 1. Before we headed to Sweden, we decided to treat ourselves to a slightly more upmarket lunch. I ordered our lunch: 2 hamburgers with bacon and cheese, no meal deal, and one caramel shake (to cut down on calories and cost). As I walked back to our table, I did the conversion: AU$65. I almost needed to use the defibrillator to kick start my heart and get me off the ground.
After lunch, we returned to our Airbnb and started to get ready for the first semi-final. Just as we were about to leave, Jason had a wardrobe malfunction to attend to. With that sorted, we were on our way. Sweden has a law that no bags are allowed into major events, which meant we needed to be very strategic with what we brought to the show. We were told that we should bring our passports because police would be checking. But that seemed to only apply to those that didn’t look like locals, and apparently we blended right in.
With another refuelling at Max Burgers, we were set to tackle the long queues at Malmö arena. Australia was in the first semi-final, which was jammed packed with audience favourites. Australia was never going to get out of this bloodbath alive.
After the first semi-final show, we took the train two stops to Malmö Central to party at Euroclub. Not only do they have a no-bag policy, but also a no-jackets policy in the club. In a cold climate such as Sweden, this policy puzzled us. Even though we were inside, it was still cold. Jason wasn’t parting without his jacket. He convinced one of the organisers to allow us in, on the provision that we didn’t take our jackets off.
Inside the club, security guards, dressed similar to the police, wandered through the crowd, being oogled by a room full of queers. Jason thought they were police, and even thought they were carrying machine guns. They were only keystone cops with a baton. Such a drama queen!
When we looked up the return train back to Copenhagen, it seemed the last train was 1:35am (later we found out that Google lied). As we headed to Malmö Central, we stumbled upon the Irish contestant, Bambi Thug. Jason went all fangirl on them and gave them a hug.Read more
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- Day 3
- Monday, May 6, 2024
- ☁️ 13 °C
- Altitude: 17 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°41’12” N 12°34’12” E
Copenhagen - Day 2
May 6, 2024 in Denmark ⋅ ☁️ 13 °C
The next day, we did a dry-run to Malmö to see some of the contestants on the rooftop of Emporia, the main shopping centre. We ended up seeing the Swedish contestants, Marcus and Martinus, who are actually Norwegian pop stars representing Sweden. We also saw Saba, the contestant for Denmark.
After lunch, we headed back to Hyllie (pronounced heal-lee-a) station to travel to Copenhagen. Outside of the train station, we were approached by a reporter from RTL, a Croatian TV station. She asked if she could interview us about Eurovision. Cameras rolled and she asked us our names and where we were from. People always seem surprised when they hear we are from Australia. She started by asking if we felt safe in Malmö, considering the heightened concerns about security and the numerous protests that were registered during Eurovision. We had to admit that it felt weird seeing so many armed police and tanks in the area. But we felt safe nonetheless.
The conversation then diverted to Croatia’s chances of winning the competition and a request for us to sing “Rim Tim Tagi Dim” by Baby Lasagna. I told the reporter that I wouldn’t embarrass myself by singing, instead we embarrassed ourselves by doing the dance 😂. It seemed to please the Croatian reporter and we went on our merry way. Some Croatian farmer is going to be shaking their head, thinking what are those crazy Australians doing on my TV bouncing up and down to a Croatian pop song.Read more
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- Day 2
- Sunday, May 5, 2024 at 6:49 PM
- ☀️ 13 °C
- Altitude: 17 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°41’12” N 12°34’12” E
Here we are Copenhagen
May 5, 2024 in Denmark ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C
The flight was an hour delayed getting into Copenhagen, which was fine with us because we had hours to kill before we could check-in to our Airbnb in the trendy area of Vesterbro. As we waited for the train to take us to downtown Copenhagen, I was approached by three different people asking for directions, as if I was a local. The first guy came up to me and asked whether the train was going to Copenhagen Central. He struck up a conversation and I found out that he was from Azerbaijan but studying in Romania and on holidays in Denmark and Norway. He was surprised to hear that we were from Australia and not Danish residents. Ricky’s information centre also assisted a Vietnamese guy and an older couple find their destination. It was lucky they were all headed in our direction otherwise Ricky’s information centre would have been no use.
With eight hours to kill, we wandered around the city centre as we watched the Copenhagen marathon. We didn’t have the energy to join them. We did have the energy to eat our way around town, landing at La Neta, a Mexican restaurant, after a quick bite to eat and a loo break at Burger King – and to use their free WiFi, of course.
Later in the day, we continued our explorations and ended up at Freetown Christiana, which was once the hippy epicentre of Copenhagen. Things have drastically changed since last year. The area has been cleaned up and construction work has commenced. There was certainly more of a touristy feel now. Apparently the government decided to “clean” up the area after someone was shot dead during a gang feud.
We finally checked into our one-bedroom apartment in Vesterbro, which was a long way from the chiming bells of city hall where we stayed last time. I couldn't bear the sound of bells every 15 minutes until midnight. Thankfully we avoided getting tinnitus this time.
Jason Snoopy McSnoop made himself at home immediately, snooping through drawers and cupboards. It was as if we was ransacking the joint. But I don’t think that he’ll get our host's frilly knickers over his calf muscles.
Eurovision activities commenced almost immediately with the turquoise carpet parade, but due to security concerns this was restricted to the press. We were left to watch the parade on a live YouTube stream from our lounge room in Copenhagen.Read more
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- Day 2
- Sunday, May 5, 2024
- ☀️ 25 °C
- Altitude: 21 m
AustraliaCity of Brisbane27°28’8” S 153°1’25” E
Here we come Copenhagen via Singapore
May 5, 2024 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 25 °C
The countdown to our Eurovision adventure had begun. The countdown to our flight had also begun, as we continued to jam more and more crap into our suitcases. Jason wasn’t convinced that suitcases would be better than our backpacks, especially along the cobblestone footpaths of Copenhagen. “We’ll be right” was my mantra. We finished packing with a few minutes to spare before we called an Uber.
Before we even left the Valley, the new series of the Lost World kicked off. I looked down to find my new jacket that was purchased especially for the Icelandic weather was no longer wrapped around my waist. The few kilos l lost in anticipation of the holiday must have made the difference. Jason’s response was: “do you really need it?”. How else is this Queenslander going to survive the arctic temperatures, albeit spring arctic temperatures!
So, I made the Uber driver circle back, and as I ran towards our apartment block, there was my jacket hanging on the letterbox. A woman poked her head out from her luxury 4WD – because you need a 4WD in the concrete jungle of Brisbane – and with her freshly plumped lips said that the jacket was laying on the driveway. With said jacket back in my possession, our Eurovision adventure was back on track.
We checked into our 2:45pm Singapore Airline flight with plenty of time to spare. There was hardly a person to be seen; no line ups at security. You could take your pick of body scanners to go though.
It wasn’t long before we took off and made our descent into the big blue sky. And then we started to experience some turbulence. As one of the flighties was walking down the aisle, the plane hit a bump and she tripped on my leg which sent her flying down the aisle with her tray still in hand. I just saw this Singaporean woman looking back at me as she flew through the cabin. I have no idea where the contents of her tray ended up.
We landed in Singapore and had three hours to kill. After aimlessly walking around Changi Airport, we headed to security to board the next leg to Copenhagen. It seems one of us gets pulled up at security every time. This time the body scanner went off like I’d hit the jackpot. Apparently some foreign object was stuck to my right arse-cheek. Security asked whether I wanted to go to a room; at first I said “no”, but then started to think how intrusive was this search going to be and was he going to at least buy me dinner first. Turns out there was nothing there – except my arse-cheek 😂. A free grope for me.
It was at this point that the Lost World series was axed and replaced with the Destructive World series. Jason’s brute strength split the zippers on the cheap Chinese-made Eurovision backpack. The zip disintegrated upon impact, leaving the contents sprawled out along the floor. Shania Twain wasn’t impressed much. And neither was Jason!
Jason went about shoving the contents back into his bag, one item and several expletives at a time. I was instructed to be the body guard, as if I was Kevin Costner and he was Whitney Houston. My job was to ensure that there was no lost cargo as we boarded our midnight flight to Copenhagen. One of the flight attendants felt pity for Jason and gave him some Singapore Airline duty-free bags to put his stuff in – now he looked like a slightly upmarket bag lady.
We paid extra for more leg room but Jason wasn’t impressed. Neither is Shania unless she’s in first class. He reports that people kept him awake all night, bumping into him. I can’t complain, I slept most of the 14-hour journey.Read more
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- Day 48
- Wednesday, June 21, 2023
- ☀️ 20 °C
- Altitude: 14 m
AustraliaBrisbane27°28’4” S 153°1’57” E
Back to Brisbane
June 21, 2023 in Australia ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C
Our final day in Europe was spent flying from Munich to London. There were threats that there would be an flight ban across Germany so we were freaking out that we may not make our flights home from London.
We arrived in London with hours to kill. Then came the long haul flight home with Emirates. After a 2-hour layover in Dubai, we were on our final leg home to BrisVegas.Read more
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- Day 47
- Tuesday, June 20, 2023
- ⛅ 20 °C
- Altitude: 527 m
GermanyMary's Square48°8’22” N 11°34’39” E
A Moment in Munich
June 20, 2023 in Germany ⋅ ⛅ 20 °C
For our final destination of our trip, we headed to Munich in the South-East of Germany. We checked out of our hotel in Berlin, headed to the Zoologischer Garten train station and hopped off at the Berlin Hauptbahnhof to get the high speed train to Munich.
As the Munich-bound train arrived, it seemed to be missing a few carriages. Jason found a carriage that had our seat numbers but it had a different wagon number. He was prepared to jump on anyway. But apparently our wagon was still to come. Then there was an announcement that our train would be delayed by half an hour. Half an hour went by and another announcement advised us that it would be delayed by another fifteen minutes. This was shortly followed by a further delay of an hour. No, make that 70 minutes.
After 70 minutes the missing carriages/wagons appeared and connected to the existing train carriages. We were delayed a further fifteen minutes due to a damaged part of the train that seemed to occur when they connected the trains. Now we were finally off. Doomsday Jason had the train cancelled, and we were never going to make it to the Depeche Mode concert in the evening.
After checking into our budget hotel in the city centre, close to the train station, we discovered that the toilet wasn’t working. Reception! If it’s yellow, let it mellow, if it’s brown, flush it down.
We had little time to waste to get a quick glimpse of Munich and stock up on a few provisions for our flight home. We wandered around the city centre for a few hours before heading back to the hotel to freshen up and get pretty for the Depeche Mode concert.
Jason had received a message to say that the starting time of the concert had changed to 7:45pm. He was convinced that this was the starting time for Depeche Mode. I wasn’t so sure. I think it was Nanna's wishful thinking; nanna wanted a relatively early night. Fat chance!
We jumped on the metro at the U-bahn, which was packed with lots of concert-goers. A Spanish couple sat opposite Jason and hasn’t realised that maybe he could understand their conversation, which included something about us. As we disembarked the train, Jason gave her a “con permiso” (excuse me), letting them know that they weren’t the only ones who understood (some) Spanish. This was met with a “me encanta” (I love it). Presumably she was talking about our outfits.
We made it to the Olympic Stadium and headed to get a drink. The bar attendant complimented us on our outfits. She loved our style, with black netted tops and black shorts. Yes, we thought it was uber Depeche Mode too.
With drink in hand, we stood watching the support act, Young Fathers. I realised that there was another section. I took a sticky beak and yes we were in the wrong section. We had tickets for front of stage rather the pleb view beside the sound and lighting tent.
Half way through the concert, the heavens decided to open up and piss down. Fortunately it didn’t last long and we could enjoy the remainder of the concert, albeit like drowned rats.
Then came the trip home. Somehow we did a Sharon Strzelecki and barged our way through the crowd and onto the waiting train. We had to change at Scheidplatz but we still made it home before Cinderella’s coach turned into a pumpkin. We got further compliments when we walked past the local strip club about 50 metres from the hotel. Somehow they thought we were twins (from different mothers and fathers).
Now it was time to get a little shut eye before the mammoth trip home.
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- Day 43
- Friday, June 16, 2023
- ☀️ 20 °C
- Altitude: 43 m
GermanyBotanical Garden (c.1801-1899)52°29’23” N 13°21’17” E
Bring on Berlin
June 16, 2023 in Germany ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C
All of the later trains leaving Warsaw Gdanska station to Berlin were fully booked, so we had to catch the super early 6:12am train. Another early morning start! That don't impress me much. They say the early bird gets the worm, but I think we should leave the worm alone. Leave them in peace, I say.
We had to catch a Bolt car from our hotel at the crack of dawn in case there were issues and we needed to arrange other transport. The Bolt driver sped through Warsaw traffic like a madman, and would’ve run down anything in his way. He got us there with more than 20 minutes to spare. None of the shops opened until 6am, so Jason ran to get provisions like he was on Supermarket Sweeps, collecting as many treats for the journey, and getting back to the platform in time for the train departure.
We boarded our train, along with a class full of Polish students heading to Berlin, presumably for a summer school excursion. We settled into our Polish post-World War II train seats, prepared for our six hour journey through Poland and eastern Germany. Again, we were assigned seats in different rows. I think someone needs to fix their algorithm. They probably also need to fix their ticketing system; every few hours when there was a change of ticket inspector, we had to show our tickets, not once or twice but thrice. Doesn't seem too efficient!
As the train crossed the Polish-German border, German immigration inspectors boarded. We were prepared to show our passports, but it seemed they were targeting only certain people. We were left alone while anyone who may have looked like they came from a low-income, Eastern European country were asked to show passports.
We arrived in Berlin too early for check-in so we left our bags at the hotel and high tailed it to get our first fix of currywurst. It had been almost six years since we'd been to Berlin and we were craving the mildly spiced sausage. Over the next four days, we would repeatedly indulge in the Berliner tradition. It was like nothing had changed.
Berlin is known for its vibrant nightlife and that was exactly what we were here to experience again. That evening, we headed to a nightclub with the reputation for being one of the most exclusive and most difficult clubs to get in. But we had no trouble getting through the bouncer. As Roxette sang, "she's got the look .... And she goes: na na na na na na na na." Although we did have to stand in line for about 20-30 minutes while homeless men pushing a shopping trolley played bad retro music and sold beer. As we entered the club, they took our phones and placed stickers over the cameras so we couldn't take pictures and video. I'm surprised we didn't need to sign a non-disclosure confidentiality agreement.
We didn't leave the club until about 1:30am and then needed to catch the U-bahn to our hotel, along with other party-goers. One woman was so wasted she could hardly stand up and looked like she was doing a little Schuhplattler jig just to stand up. All she needed was some lederhosen.
The next day, tired and maybe with a slight hangover, we toured around Berlin. We had purchased 24-hour public transport tickets so we decided to jump on any bus to see where it would take us. It was a pick-your-own adventure until we ran out of time. We ended up at the Brandenburg Gate and the Reichstag before walking about 35 minutes through the Tiergarten to our Schöneberg hotel on Litzenburger strasse. We followed this up with another night out and a trip to Görlitzer park. Rinse and repeat. Remember what happens in Berlin, stays in Berlin.
During our travels revisiting some of our favourite Berlin sites, I became obsessed with the train announcements. Jason has his door fetish, mine is train announcements. It's strange how many of my memories of places and languages involve public transport announcements. I had figured out one half of the announcement, and had a fair idea what the second part translated to in English but I needed the help of Google Translate. Einsteigen bitte (Please get in), Zurückbleiben bitte (Please stay behind). Now I can’t get this catchphrase out of my head. It may have to be my new ringtone.
On our third day, we needed to do some laundry and found a laundromat nearby. We walked in and were confronted with a laundromat of people. It was filled with competitors from the Special Olympic Games, including a contingent from the Australian team. It seems we can't escape Aussies wherever we go. In incognito mode as German residents, we quickly loaded up the washing machine and headed to explore the surrounding area unrecognised.
Our final day was spent ticking off the things that we hadn't done, and also eating some more currywurst and searching for any treats that we could get our teeth into ... of course. It won't be long until we are back home, and back on our diet of dust and air to regain our pre-holiday physiques so we need to make the most of it.
Next destination: Munich.Read more
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- Day 41
- Wednesday, June 14, 2023
- ☀️ 24 °C
- Altitude: 129 m
PolandWarsaw52°13’46” N 21°0’37” E
Wandering all over Warsaw
June 14, 2023 in Poland ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
We caught the ten past seven Lux Express bus from Vilnius to Warsaw. I'm not sure why it is called Lux, there's nothing luxurious about it. There's a toilet and hot beverages. That's it. No food cart or food is included. For those who didn't plan ahead, they were screwed. Luckily, we were prepared as I played tuckshop lady, making sandwiches on the bus. Maybe I could get a second job in a tuckshop.
The almost eight hour journey took us through the countryside of Lithuania via Kaunas and across the Lithuanian-Polish border near Podwojponie in Poland. As we crossed the burger, border security flagged down our bus and jumped on board to check passports and visas. Usually we get interrogated to the nth degree: where are your going? Where are you staying? How long will you be here? Do you have a return ticket. But on this occasion, the border security officer took a look at our passports, eyeballed us and went on their way. The guy in front of us got a bit of a grilling: do you have a visa? I'm not sure where he was from, but the guy sitting diagonally across from us was Ukrainian and seemed to have a permanent residency card for Poland. They didn't grill him as much.
We arrived in Warsaw and ordered a Bolt car to take us to our hotel. When we checked in, I realised that the previously axed Lost World production had commissioned another reunion episode. This time it wasn't a fire drill but a real fire. I’d left my reading glasses on the bus. Somehow in the rush to get off the bus I’d either left them in the seat pocket or they fell out of my bag. Oh well, an excuse to buy another pair.
We only had two nights in Warsaw and we had to cover a lot of ground in that time. Warsaw is the capital and the largest city in east-central Poland, with a metropolitan population of around 3.1 million. The city is situated along the not-so-clean Vistula river. After checking into our hotel, we set out to explore the Old Town or Old Warsaw as it is historically known.
Unfortunately during World War II, 85 per cent of the city was destroyed by German bombing. The German Luftwaffe specially targeted residential and historic landmarks, which meant the majority of the Old Town did not survive. After the siege of Warsaw, some of the buildings in the Old Town were rebuilt but were again destroyed by the German Army in 1944. Following the end of the war, there was an effort to reconstruct them using the original bricks that survived and based on designs and drawings from the past; however, some of the reconstruction didn’t follow the original plans, and there was some attempts to improve the original design. Nonetheless, the end result is a beautiful reconstruction of architecture from the thirteenth to twentieth centuries, and recognised in 1980 by UNESCO as a World Heritage Site.
The following day, we headed to Centrum, a newer part of the city to wander around. Amongst some of the newer skyscrapers stands the 237-metre Palace of Culture and Science, which was gifted to Poland by the Soviet Union in 1955 and modelled on the Empire State building in New York. It's still the second largest building in Poland.
Before we ended our time in Warsaw, we had one more opportunity to taste the cuisine on offer. We had had Azerbaijani food in Estonia, now we had tried vegan Syrian food in Warsaw, and ended it with a Thai feast at a Vietnamese-Thai restaurant. The stern and rather abrupt Vietnamese woman softened when we said a Cảm ơn (thanks). One of the previous Polish patrons ended up walking out the restaurant, seemingly because she was so abrupt. Our limited Vietnamese came in handy. There was no point in giving her a dzień dobry (hi) or a dziękuję (thanks).
After more than 27,000 steps in a day, it was time to retire to our hotel. The soles of our shoes probably need retreading at this point before heading to our next destination.
Next destination: Berlin.
Polish: Dzień dobry (Hi), Dziękuję (Thank you pronounced Djen-kuu-yea).Read more
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- Day 40
- Tuesday, June 13, 2023
- ☀️ 24 °C
- Altitude: 128 m
LithuaniaUniversity of Vilnius54°40’42” N 25°17’12” E
A brief visit to Vilnius
June 13, 2023 in Lithuania ⋅ ☀️ 24 °C
From Riga, we boarded the Lux Express bus and embarked upon our almost four-hour journey to Vilnius; but, not before we trekked for 25 minutes through Riga, going slightly off course for a moment. For a second, I thought we might not make our bus in time. Alas, we arrived with a couple of minutes to spare, despite including some buffer time: that was eaten up by going off course. Oh well, we probably needed the extra steps.
We walked from the bus terminal to our hotel in the Old Town, which was about ten minutes away. But it was still too far for Jason, who kept asking if we were there yet. This is starting to become a bit of a theme. Suck it up Princess, you need to work off all those bakery goodies.
We arrived at the hotel and the woman behind the counter stared at us with her multiple pairs of fake eye lashes that looked like she was ready to enter a dressage competition. No, sveiki (hi) for us. She handed us the key and gave us instructions to our hotel apartment, which was equipped with a small kitchen.
We had little time to spare so we took off to explore the Old Town. Vilnius is the second largest city in the Baltic States, only marginally smaller than Riga, with a population of almost 600,000. However, it's Old Town is much larger and better preserved, with amazing Vilnian Baroque architecture, which was declared as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1994. The city is sprawled across a 401 km² area. There was no way that we would be able to cover it all in a day. Almost immediately, we regretted not spending more time in Vilnius. The beauty of the city cannot be described in words.
Prior to World War II, Vilnius had a large Jewish population, leading to the nickname "the Jerusalem of Lithuania", or as Napoleon called it "the Jerusalem of the North". Unfortunately the German Nazi genocide murdered about 95% of the 265,000-strong Jewish population. But, the Jewish influence still lives on.
Our dear beloved Rimi existed in Vilnius, but it's competitor Iki had overtaken it as the main supermarket chain. So, we cheated on Rimi once again. The bakery section has a similar range of goodies to those at the Rimi in Latvia and Estonia. The shop assistants were just as friendly and helpful ... insert sarcasm. Unlike the Rimi self-service registers, there was no obvious button to press to change the language to English: it was written in Lithuanian. That’s helpful. Well, Janina was put out that she needed to get off her arse and help us. With a dirty look and a bit of huffing and puffing, she reluctantly changed the language to English. Ačiū (thanks), Janina.
The next time I went into the Iki I didn't bother changing the language and just scanned the items. I had cut down on the bakery goods by this stage, so there was no need to look up items. I'd already stocked up earlier! We had also increased our step count by this stage. The belt notch had already needed to be loosened, and we were determined that it wouldn't go to the next notch.
Next destination: Warsaw.
Lithuanian: Sveiki (Hi), Padėka (Thank you).Read more
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- Day 38
- Sunday, June 11, 2023
- ☀️ 22 °C
- Altitude: 14 m
LatviaRiga Ferry Port56°57’28” N 24°6’49” E
Roaming around Riga
June 11, 2023 in Latvia ⋅ ☀️ 22 °C
We took the three-and-a-half Lux Express bus from Tallinn to Riga. The bus terminal was a little too far from the Old Town in Tallinn so we took a Bolt car (like an Uber or Didi), although after all the food we had eaten we probably should have hiked through Tallinn. It just meant we had to hike through Riga to get to our accommodation.
Our AirBnB apartment was located in the city centre on the outskirts of the Old Town. No more cobblestone streets to traispe up and down. We got to what we thought was the building and punched in the code. Computer says no. We walked a little further up the road and finally got to the right location.
We entered the building and assumed that apartment 605 would be on the sixth floor. Nope, it was in what they called the middle basement - not the deep depths of the bottom basement – which just meant that the apartment windows were just above ground level. It was a spacious, newly renovated apartment. This was a luxury for us.
Our usual routine started with off loading our bags and heading to the Old Town to take a sticky beak. We only had two nights so we needed to make the most of it. The Old Town is filled with a few Gothic Revival and hundreds of Art Nouveau buildings. Apparently in the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century Riga experienced an economic upturn and the middle class built Art Nouveau apartment blocks. The Old Town has since become a UNESCO World heritage site.
The other part of our routine is to get provisions, although this time we were determined not to raid the bakery section. But when we saw our dear beloved Rimi the temptation was too much. Like two people with a drug addiction, we kept going back for more ... and more. This time we were brave enough to use the self-service checkout, even though the lookup items were in Latvian. 100 per cent success rate!
The first evening, just before going to bed, despite there still being light outside, I could hear scratching and gnawing in the walls. Perhaps a group of itinerant KGB Russian army rats had followed two itinerant Aussies from Estonia and set up camp in our apartment walls. I mean the old KGB headquarters was only around the counter. The sound was so loud I thought they were going to burst through the walls. Eventually with ear plugs in I was able to get to sleep but they must have visited me in my dreams/nightmares. Apparently I kicked Jason and ended up in foetal position horizontally across the bed. Luckily the KGB rats must have moved onto their next destination to torture other victims, because they couldn’t be heard the next night.
The next day we continued our wanderings around Riga, taking in all of the sites and history. The Freedom Monument, Brīvības piemineklis, is the focal point in the old part of town, towering over 42 metres and made from granite, travertine, and copper. It was built to commemorate those who fought in the Latvian war of independence in 1918-1920. Under Soviet rule, there was a plan to destroy it but apparently a well-respected Russian artist had convinced Soviet authorities to leave it alone.
With the war in Ukraine, there has been a revival of de-russification in Latvia. The street where the Russian embassy is located has been renamed to Independent Ukraine Street, with a massive picture of Putin crossed with an ape draped across the building facing the embassy. Some of the Soviet-era monuments, which had been protected by an agreement between Latvian and Russian governments, have been destroyed.
The Latvian government is also forcing all ethnic Russians to learn Latvian; it’s a reversal of what happened to the ethnic Latvians who were forbidden to speak their language under the Soviet government. When the Soviet Union dissolved and Latvia gain independence, ethnic Russians and their children born before 1991 were not granted Latvian citizenship. Now they have been given until the end of the year to learn Latvian or else be deported. Luckily we’re just tourists and staying for a short visit. I don't think sveiki (hi) and paldies (thanks) would be enough. We’ll be well and truly onto our next destination before we are deported.
Next destination: Vilnius.
Latvian: Sveiki (Hi), Paldies (Thanks), Ass nazis (Sharp knife).Read more
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- Day 33
- Tuesday, June 6, 2023 at 1:00 PM
- ☁️ 18 °C
- Altitude: 12 m
EstoniaToompea59°26’12” N 24°45’7” E
Traipsing all over Tallinn
June 6, 2023 in Estonia ⋅ ☁️ 18 °C
From Helsinki, we took the two-hour ferry across the Gulf of Finland to Tallinn, the capital of Estonia. As we sat on the ferry, we overheard a group of Finnish pensioners. We had no idea what they were saying until we heard the words “Käärijä” and “Cha, cha, cha”, along with the dance moves that have become iconic. We then knew that they were talking about Eurovision. We chimed in and started a conversation with them. They weren’t a huge fan of the song but their grandchildren loved it and they loved the attention that Käärijä had brought to Finland. But they were happy that he didn’t win because of the cost of hosting the Eurovision Song Contest.
The Finnish pensioners also confirmed that it was true that all new-born babies are being gifted with a Käärijä outfit, the lime green puffer jacket and black spikey pants. I would have stolen one of the outfits if the babies weren’t being heavily guarded by their fathers. We noticed throughout Scandinavia and now in Estonia that it was only men who pushed the prams. There were no women to be seen; maybe it was sauna and spa day.
As we docked at the Port of Tallinn, we said our parting words to the Finnish pensioners and went on our way. I said to Jason “this won’t be the last time we see them”. And sure enough we saw them in the new town the very next day, traipsing around Tallinn.
We got to Tallinn and navigated to our AirBnB, which was located in the Old Town in a Soviet-era apartment, diagonally across from the KGB prison cells. The prison held Estonian politicians, civil servants, intellectuals, veterans of the War of Independence, as well as everyday people, where they were beaten and tortured. Our apartment, although only a studio apartment, was a little bigger, and included its own two-person sauna, a luxury not afforded to the prisoners. Even so, Jason was paranoid that the remnants of the KGB bugging devices may still be present; there was a camera installed in the entrance of our apartment! The KGB must have also employed an older lady to sit at the front door to protect the building. I relieved her for a bit while she smoked her fag in the courtyard.
One of the first things we needed to do was to get some provisions for the next five nights and a SIM card that would work in the Baltics, Poland and Germany. We went to the local supermarket, the Rimi – a place that sells groceries, not a place for rimming 😂. We grabbed a few things and then headed to the self-service cashier to ask Margrit for a SIM card. I greeted her with a “tere” (hi). Jason followed up with “do you speak English?”, which was met with a very stern, Russian-like accent: “yes”. We explained that we wanted a SIM card that would work in Latvia, Lithuania, Poland and Germany. I don’t think Margrit fully understood us, but we were able to figure out which SIM card would work in other countries from her deck of cards.
A little over five years ago, we had shared an AirBnB with an Estonian couple, and we had organised to catch up with them. Tallinn is easily traversed by foot, and so we dumped our bags at our accommodation and headed to dinner with Kadi-Riin, Magnus, their daughter, Liesel, and dog, Whiskey. It was great to catch up and talk about our adventures that we shared in Bolivia, all of which seemed like a lifetime ago. With our bellies full of good food – the best and probably the most reasonably priced food we've had since we left home – we headed back to our apartment to get a little shut eye before our self-guided tour of the Old Town.
Tallinn is the most populous city of Estonia, with a population of about 454,000. It also has one of the best preserved medieval old towns in Europe, with many of the buildings dating from the fourteenth to sixteenth centuries, and listed as a UNESCO World Heritage Site. Estonia was also the last pagan region of Europe before the Catholic church imposed Christianity on them during the Northern Crusades of the early thirteenth century.
We wandered around the Old Town, marvelling at medieval and renaissance architecture before heading to the Patkuli viewing platform. We climbed the 157 steps to the lookout, located in one of the most ancient parts of Tallinn, to take in the best views of the Old Town, including its towers and walls, and all the way out to the sea port.
After our tour of the Old Town, we headed to the newer part of the city to explore more of Tallinn, including the small wooden houses, referred to as Tallinn houses. They were built in the 1920s and 1930s, constructed of two symmetrical wooden wings separated by a stone central staircase. Originally they were built for the working class. Now, they provide a colourful backdrop to the area.
While we were in Tallinn, it was officially Baltic Pride, hosted on behalf of Estonia, Latvia and Lithuania. One of the first events we attended was a panel session on mental health and the LGBT+ communities. At first we thought we may have turned up to a session that was going to be in Estonian. That would have been useless for us! Luckily, it was all in English. The following day, we attended the Pride conference. This time we had an interpreter for all the parts that were in Estonian. We were given headsets and magically we could hear the interpreter with a delay, which meant our applause was slightly delayed too.
The conference was very inclusive, with two sign interpreters who took turns. There seemed to be a little bit of competition about who could sign the longest without getting fatigued. The more senior interpreter would jump you and impatiently tap her grey suede high-heels until the more junior interpreter got the message. The more senior one seemed to like to touch her boobs as she signed. Maybe that's her fetish!
The Pride week culminated in the match through the Old Town, starting at the junction between Harju and Kuninga and finishing up at the Kaitseministeerium (the Ministry of Defence). It was well-attended, with 7000 people matching and many of the town folk out to watch. Even the military officers were onlookers, although they were themselves the target of some ogling from the marching crowd. Woof, woof.
Over the five days, we became regulars at the Rimi supermarket, so much so that we should have gotten a loyalty card. They had an in-store bakery and we progressively taste tested almost all of their goodies. Gone with the dust and air diet of Scandinavia! We could afford to eat now, and didn't we just do that. We may need to increase the step count to counter the excess calories.
On one occasion, as we were using the self-service checkout, we had to guess what the bakery goods were by the pictures. Despite pressing the English button on the screen, all of the bakery and produce was in Estonian. I had mistaken my jam-filled doughnut for something else. It caused a problem with the checkout because the weight didn't match. Sveta, the checkout assistant, was onto it, pressing buttons and muttering something in Estonian. Jason quickly asked “English please”. All that Sveta knew was “meat” and kept repeating it: “No meat”. No, the doughnut wasn't meat. Even with her tapping away, playing the cash register like it was a keytar in an Estonian synth pop band, it still didn't fix the problem. This was enough for us to avoid the self-service registers for all future bakery purchases.
There was the one time that we cheated on Rimi and went to the local Prism supermarket. This supermarket had a different system to Rimi for their produce; there was no look-up item on the register. Jason decided that it would be easier to go to the checkout assistant to get them to call up the items. I reminded him of the time in Slovakia where we had to weigh and tag our own produce. Yep, we needed to play a game of memorise and remember the codes for each of the items. Unlike in Slovakia, the checkout assistant was happy to assist; he didn’t throw the checkout divider at us.
Jason’s nickname has also changed from Scourge McScoorge and Touchy McTouchy to Clepto McClepto. Every time there is any free food, condiments or spices on offer, he has to take some for Ron, later on. We now have an endless supply of salt, pepper and Burger King ketchup. But I have to admit, it has come in handy on a few occasions and no doubt will be used at our next destination.
Next destination: Riga
Estonian: Tere (Hi), Tänud (Thanks a lot), Aitäh (Thanks), Kuidas sul läheb? (how are you?, Terviseks (Cheers!), Mul läheh hästi (I'm good)Read more
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- Day 31
- Sunday, June 4, 2023
- ☁️ 15 °C
- Altitude: 18 m
FinlandVanhankirkonpuisto60°9’57” N 24°56’12” E
Here, there and everywhere in Helsinki
June 4, 2023 in Finland ⋅ ☁️ 15 °C
We checked out of our accommodation in Stockholm and had about six hours to kill before our cruise ship left Vårtahammen terminal for Helsinki. We got to Stockholm central station and had to buy our train tickets from the ticket counter because the machines weren’t working. What does work these day! While I've been trying to learn a little bit of Swedish, I would have made a dog's breakfast ordering tickets. Fortunately, most people speak English in Sweden.
The train ticket guy heard our accent and asked us where we were from. Then he said something about being Russian; I thought that he was referring to us, but Jason reckons that he was referring to the ticket machine because it was taking so long to print out the tickets. The ticket had to come all the way from Russia. If it had to come from Russia, it wouldn't have made it through customs. Entry denied.
We made it to the ship terminal and found out that we could check in early. Luckily ‘cause I didn't want to wait in the terminal for five and a half hours. As soon as we could, we boarded the ship and dumped our bags off in our cabin. We set out to explore the ship before a horde of Swedish revheads/bevans/bogans invaded the cruise liner.
As we boarded, we could see them in their cars getting ready to embark. Later, we caught sight of their long mullets that swept the bikie club emblem on their leather jackets. I thought I'd been transported back to the early eighties when we walked through the promenade as the cattle drive of bikies, sporting either a business in the front, party at the back or frizzy perm hairdo teamed with denim and leather, moved through the ship. There were a few cool rockabilly types with brightly coloured hair, they stood out from the regular bikie crew.
As we explored the ship, Jason heard the HRT (high rise tone) Aussie accent from a group of women. They asked us where we were from and we replied “Brissy”. This was meant with a hissing sound. My immediate response was, “so you’re snobs from Melbourne!”, knowing full well that the answer would be in the affirmative. Jason tried to convince them that Brisbane wasn't what they thought: a backwater village. They wouldn't have it; we don't need any more Melburnians on the move to Queensland anyway.
There was even a huge duty free store on-board and a massive buffet restaurant. We gorged ourselves on the buffet food like it was our last supper before heading to the galleys to face execution. I mean you need to get your money's worth. I snuck in a small bottle of gin to spice up the soft drink on offer. As we were eating, a baby belonging to a nearby Swedish family was mesmerised by Jason. Normally he scares small children, but this one wasn't afraid. The mother even commented that the baby liked him. There's a first for everything.
When we got back to our cabin, I thought Jason was going to strap down anything that could move for fear that it would fall during the night, expecting the Titanic to plunged into an iceberg and take everything down with it. The fear was all in vain. The only movement we felt was the crazy Swedes and Finns partying in the nearby cabins. It’s crazy, it's party. There was going to be some sore heads in the morning. We definitely noticed an absence of people at the 7:30am breakfast buffet. The only other movement we felt was when the ship was docking at Mariehamn, a small island between Sweden and Finland.
After enduring a lot of Finnish karaoke, we retired to our cabins for the night. I mean we had a breakfast buffet to prepare for. There wouldn't be any more food until after we landed and travelled to our accommodation in Kallio, Helsinki. We were fuelled up and ready for our half-hour walk through the city centre and old town, bypassing the Helsinki Cathedral, Parliament House and the Presidential Palace.
Helsinki, the pearl of the Baltic sea, has a metropolitan population of 1.5 million and is the world’s northernmost metropolitan area. Finland is ranked as the happiest country in the world, with Helsinki having one of the highest standards of urban living. But as we walked through the city, people didn't look as happy as the rankings suggest. Maybe they're happier on the inside.
After wandering around the city centre, we made our way to the harbour markets and stopped for some rare cuisine; well, rare to these Aussie travellers. Reindeer hot dogs and moose hamburgers were on the menu. I couldn't come at the moose hamburgers but we did try Rudolf on a roll. Sorry kids, we killed Rudolf; there will be no Christmas for you this year. Maybe it was karma but I had Rudolf repeating on me all afternoon.
I did impress the woman selling Rudolf with my piitos paljon (thanks a lot). I'm sure she was just being polite when she said "great pronunciation". We had thought Welsh had some long words, Finnish seemed just as long. But in the case of the Finns I think they bought too many vowels in their game of wheel of fortune.
We didn't have a lot of time in Helsinki, so we decided to do a tour around the archipelago, which consists of more than 300 islands and a shoreline that stretches 130 kilometres. The crazy Finns love their saunas (as do other Scandinavians) so much that they even have mobile saunas on boats dotted around the archipelago. But during winter all boats have to be taken onto land so their hulls won't be damaged by the ice. There are even special boats that break the ice to allow other bigger boats to enter the harbour.
The tour guide of the archipelago, a pre-recorded script spoken in Finnish, English, German and Swedish, pointed out beaches along the coast of the islands. But they really didn’t meet our definition of a beach. They were more like a narrow strip of dirt.
The tour claims that temperatures can get to 30 degrees in summer, and quote “the water simmers at 20 degrees”, which is still cooler than the water coming out of Brisbane household taps in winter. I think that it might be an exaggeration considering the highest temperature ever recorded in the city was 33.2 degrees Celsius in 2019, breaking the previous record of 33.1 degrees in July 1945. The temperature needs to be almost 40 degrees and the water closer to 30 before we will go swimming. But then most Aussies North of the New South Wales border think anything below 24 degrees is cold. Apparently even a moose swims across to one of the islands because it's so picturesque. Obviously it's not the one that they've made into a moose burger.
As a final culinary treat, we had dinner at the Thai restaurant, Lemongrass, which was located across the road from our accommodation. We impressed the Thai owner with our Thai. She got a kick out of two Aussies speaking in her native tongue, as she did multiple and vigorous wais (the Thai greeting). We actually spoke more Thai than her daughter who only spoke Finnish and English. It was great food to end our time in Helsinki.
Next destination: Tallinn.
Finnish: Hei (Hi pronounced hey), Kiitos paljon (Thanks a lot), Mitä kuuluu? (How are you?)Read more
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- Day 27
- Wednesday, May 31, 2023
- ☁️ 21 °C
- Altitude: 46 m
SwedenBjörns Trädgård59°18’57” N 18°4’24” E
Sightseeing and Syndromes in Stockholm
May 31, 2023 in Sweden ⋅ ☁️ 21 °C
We flew budget Norwegian Air to Stockholm from Oslo. The train was going to take more than seven hours so we decided to fly instead. The hour flight started with cabin crew doing a well-rehearsed, synchronised interpretive dance as part of the safety demonstration – well , that’s what it looked like to me as they flapped and waved their hands about – but it was a performance that nobody, except me, paid attention to. The cabin echoed with hordes of Scandinavians chatting at full volume.
One of the airline attendants asked the people behind us in the exit row if they were familiar with the emergency procedures and they responded in the affirmative. That was enough to satisfy her and she went on her way. Normally, they would ask if people were comfortable with being in the exit row and then give a tutorial. Maybe this is due to Norwegian Air's cost cutting. The previous flight to Copenhagen didn't include any food or drink to purchase because someone forgot to load it onto the plane! It's hard to get good staff these days.
A few days before we arrived in Stockholm, an airport train had derailed, and so there were no trains operating from the airport. We had to catch the local bus to a nearby train station and then change to the metro to get to our accommodation. We got a little lost in the train station maze trying to find the metro. We went up and down the lift before we found the metro. As we were going back up for the second time, a Swedish woman entered the lift and quickly realised we weren’t from Sweden. I impressed her with a tack så mycket (thanks a lot). In Danish and Norwegian, the word for thanks is the same, albeit spelt and pronounced slightly different.
We finally arrived an hour or so later at the apartment, which was located on the second floor. The apartment was spacious with a separate lounge and dining area. But being an old building the floor boards squeaked with every step. On the up side, it had a great view of the street along Götagatan in Södermalm and was walking distance to most attractions.
Stockholm is made up of fourteen islands connected by bridges. But to get to some of the islands you have to traverse across multiple islands before getting to your destination. There are also ferries to get you from one point to another, but we were determined to cover the city by foot.
Stockholm, particularly on Gamla Stan, has many historical buildings, adding much grandeur to the city. Stockholm is sometimes referred to as the Venice of the North, but I’m not sure I really see the comparison. Stockholm is a massive city, with a metropolitan population of about 2.5 million, and it is spread across a large area. There was no way we were going to be able to cover it all but we tried our darnedest to see as much as we could in three days. I think we covered about 7 or 8 out of 14 islands: that ain’t bad.
On our first day, we explored the surroundings of Södermalm, including the Högalid Church. Södermalm connects to Gamla Stan to the north via Slussen and a bridge. The following day commenced the great walk across the city, including the old town (Gamla Stan) and the Royal Palace. I got to see the changing of the guard with all its pomp and ceremony. It even included a marching band. I had to return home before I keeled over with exhaustion. And yet there was still so much more to explore.
A trip to Sweden wouldn’t be complete without a tour of the ABBA museum. I have to say that I'm not a huge fan, but I can appreciate their music and the contribution that they've made. It's difficult to get those Swedish pop songs out of your head. Benny and Björn even admit that unless the melody gets stuck in your head it isn't good enough. At first, I was a little underwhelmed by the exhibition, but as I went along I changed my opinion.
We got to a section in the ABBA museum that included a theatre showing a video collage of different ABBA footage. People were crowded around the edges of the theatre with little room to stand. Apparently I was too tall for some woman standing at the back of the room, and rudely asked me to get out of the way. What was I suppose to do chop off my legs! She wasn't offering to move so I could stand behind her but just complained like an entitled a-hole. Instead I had to crouch on the ground.
Later, I became a de facto tour guide to a group of English women who were trying to work out how ABBA became famous through their involvement in Eurovision. I pointed out that ABBA competed in the national finals in 1972 with Ring Ring but they were not successful. Two years later they won the national finals and went on to win Eurovision with Waterloo.
Then as we were at the end of the exhibition, an American couple were arguing about whether the members of ABBA were still married; I corrected them and then we went on our way to explore more of the island of Djugården before limping back to our accommodation.
Apart from ABBA, IKEA and Volvo, I always think of Stockholm Syndrome, a condition where hostages develop a psychological bond with their captors. It also reminds me of Patty Hearst, who is probably the most famous person to claim Stockholm Syndrome after being kidnapped by the Symbionese Liberation Army. She changed her name to Tania and joined in with her captors to rob banks in San Francisco. I don’t think I’d have the energy to resist any kidnappers at this point. Just call me Tania the bank robber, I give in 🤣. Maybe some rest is needed before moving onto the next destination.
By the way, the Lost World has been axed due to the writer’s strike in LA. But you never know if another network might reboot it.
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- Day 24
- Sunday, May 28, 2023
- ☀️ 17 °C
- Altitude: 23 m
NorwayDomkirken59°54’47” N 10°44’49” E
Out and About in Oslo
May 28, 2023 in Norway ⋅ ☀️ 17 °C
From Göteborg, we travelled by bus to Oslo. The almost 3-and-a-half-hour bus ride was preceded by a short walk from our hotel across the road from central station. Despite the close proximity, we still left the hotel with plenty of time to spare. As we checked in, we were allocated seats at different ends of the bus, even though the first class section wasn’t sold out (as we were to realise later). I got stuck behind a Swedish (or maybe he was Norwegian) Boris Johnson look alike, who spent most of the journey eating with his mouth open, ruminating like a cow. It was like fingernails down the old blackboard. I probably should have moved seat, but I wasn't sure if other passengers were getting on at the next stop. Despite half a dozen passengers in first class, Jason was allocated next to some random person, who ended up moving to another seat but still in ear shot of her ruminating on her food. Maybe it’s a Swedish/Norwegian thing.
By the time we arrived in Oslo, Jason was convinced he had the Rona; so, no long walks trekking through the city. Instead we got a tram to our accommodation. When we got there, we still didn't have the keycode to get into the apartment. We stood on the street like stray dogs, except we couldn't just piss against the wall.
A few minutes before the very late check-in time of 4pm, I received a message to say the apartment still hadn't been cleaned and that we would get the code when it was ready. We could be frozen solid by then, either that or locked up for vagrancy. In the end, they decided to move us to a new apartment; Lucky because our bladders were either going to burst or we were going to piss ourselves.
Not long after settling in, a stranger entered our apartment, but quickly retreated when he realised that he was in the wrong place. How did he have the keycode to our apartment? Maybe he had a room change too. When I called the AirBnB host, it wasn't a good sign that the first menu item was related to missing keys or keycodes. It seems that I'm not the first to have this experience.
We soon realised that nothing was open because it was Whitsunday and the following day was a public holiday. With 85% of Norwegians identifying as Evangelical Lutherans, it seems they take their religious holidays seriously. No food outlets or restaurants were open and the only supermarkets doing business were the Joker minimart-style chain stores. They were the size of a shoe box and had a very limited range to choose from. It seemed the other 15% of Norwegians were as prepared as we were for the public holiday and were walking out of the Joker with whatever they could get their hands on. For a moment, it reminded us of images of the Soviet Union in the 1980s with people queuing at the shops and shelves that were almost bare.
The following day, we explored some of the nearby attractions. The Royal Palace was closed to the public, but the Slottsparken, the royal garden, was open for exploration. It is the only European royal garden open to the public all year round. After watching the changing of the guard, who were all women by the way, we wandered around the city centre. The Opera House serves not only as a performing arts venue but also doubles as a lookout point over the city. The building is shaped like an iceberg, which I assume would camouflage it in winter as the city is blanketed in snow and ice.
For people who live in a country that experiences long dark winters, so-called spring brings some relief. But at 14 degrees there was no way that these Aussies were following the crazy Norwegians in their mobile saunas on the Oslo fjord. They sat in their sauna, and then when they were hot enough would exit and plunge into the cold water. I watched from afar still in three layers of clothing.
The next day was the hottest day we've experienced in the past month. It actually got to 21 degrees celsius. Before it even peaked, the Norwegians were stripping down to their bikinis and undies to bathe in the sun. I did actually get hot enough to unwrap some of the layers to bare some skin. It wasn't exactly shorts and t-shirt weather but I did get down to a t-shirt and jeans.
It was perfect weather to traipse all over the city, including Grünerløkka, a gentrified neighbourhood known for its street art, stylish bars, dance clubs and cafes. After a brief rest, we continued on our journey to explore Vigeland Park as the tourists call it, Frognerparken to the locals. The name Vigeland Park comes from the name of the sculptor Gustav Vigeland, who created a permanent sculpture installation between 1924 and 1943. The installation consists of hundreds of sculptures amongst bridges and fountains.
After more than 25,000 steps, it was a wonder we made it home without wearing out the soles of our shoes. I don't think I could feel my feet by the time we stepped into our accommodation. But there was only time to rest momentarily before heading to our next destination.
Next destination: Stockholm.
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- Day 23
- Saturday, May 27, 2023
- ☀️ 13 °C
- Altitude: 19 m
SwedenGöteborg Central Railway Station57°42’28” N 11°58’31” E
A Night in Gothenburg
May 27, 2023 in Sweden ⋅ ☀️ 13 °C
To break up our journey from Copenhagen to Oslo, we decided to do a stopover in Gothenburg, about 4 hours by train. Luckily Scoorge McScoorge (aka Jason McDonald) was letting the purse string loose a little and opted for the first class train ticket. Lucky because it was a full train headed to Gothenburg and we probably would have had to stand for some of the journey. McScoorge turned into the train inspector, interrogating whether each individual should be in first class or if they were plebs trying to live it up. I tried for the entire journey not to cough and bark like a dog. In this post(?)-Rona world, you can't sneeze or cough without getting treated like a leper. It's probably more socially acceptable to fart in public these days.
Fart became the first Swedish word that we learnt. It doesn't mean the same as in English. That was evident with the 5g fart (speed) mobile phone sale. Jason suddenly turned into the Swedish chef as we walked around Gothenburg, which in Sweden is actually the Finnish Chef (the Muppets changed it for the Swedish audience). They obviously can't understand the Finnish either! We even got to see IKEA in its native habitat. And how Swedish could it get, there was an ABBA special on TV. Swedish meatballs would have been the trifecta.
Gothenburg is the second largest city in Sweden, with a population of around 1.1 million, mostly students studying at the University of Gothenburg and Chalmers University of Technology. It seems to have a great public transport system with trams, trains and buses. Surprisingly, there are few traffic lights, and the car drivers seem quite relaxed. There wasn’t a fear of being run down by a speeding Sven in his Volvo, which was founded in the city in 1927.
With the presence of university students, there is a hip atmosphere, as Jason would like to call it. But the only thing hip is the hip replacement that we both will need after more than 20,000 steps. Book us in now! And I'm certain Jason is trying to stave me to death. Only dust and air is allowed. I mean the Scandinavian prices are criminal but a person needs to eat. Maybe just a little kebab will suffice to give us enough energy to stumble back to our hotel room.
When we got back to our room, we turned on the lights then all of a sudden we were sent into darkness. “what have you pressed, Jason?”, I yelled from the bathroom. Nothing was the reply. Yes, Touchy McTouchy had gone around touching all the buttons in the room. Normally, I’m accused of being Touchy McTouchy. Great, now we don't have power. So we called reception, and a few minutes later a Swedish Bob the Builder, Byggare Bob, or Sven with a Screwdriver as I called him, appeared at our door, chirping away in Swedish. He flicked a switch, which had been turned off, that controls the power. But McTouchy denies touching the button. It just miraculously turned off by itself when he flicked the light switch. To be sure that we knew how to turn on the lights, Sven/Bob gave us a tutorial. Now we’re certified to use the lights. Pity we're only staying one night.
Next destination: Oslo.
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- Day 20
- Wednesday, May 24, 2023
- ⛅ 19 °C
- Altitude: 15 m
DenmarkCopenhagen55°40’37” N 12°34’3” E
Constant Chiming in Copenhagen
May 24, 2023 in Denmark ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C
As we got ready to move onto our next destination, I was suddenly transported into the Lost World yet again. I was convinced that the lost item was in the room but it was difficult to tell after a category seven cyclone had hit the room, which I’ve named Cyclone Jason. After the cyclone had passed and it was safe to start the clean up and rescue operations, the said lost item was found again, buried almost the rubble.
From our B&B in Abbeyhill, Edinburgh, we walked, loaded with backpacks, to the city centre. I mean we were saving the bus fare and getting a leg/glutes workout for free. But about 15-20 minutes into the journey, Jason had had enough and couldn’t get to our destination quick enough. He was like a child going on holidays, repeatedly asking “are we there yet?”. No was always the answer.
We arrived at the airport and checked in. All was in order. Then, we boarded the Norwegian Air plane, where Jason had conveniently assigned me to the middle seat, next to an older gentleman. Still all good. That is until I took a whiff in the air. The guy smelt like he hadn’t bathed this century. As I sat down he struck up a conversation in Danish until he realised I had not the foggiest idea what he was saying. Breathing in the body odour, I needed oxygen. Pretty certain this isn't the kind of emergency that will activate the airbags. I was like a dog with its head out the car window, except all that I had was a gentle stream of air coming from the vents above us. I spent the entire 1 hr 45 mins trying to breathe in the fresh air in between waves of body odour.
I ended up feeling sorry for the guy after he told me his whole life story. His father and brother had recently passed away within a month of each other. He had taken a holiday to Edinburgh to get away from it all. And it turns out he was actually born in New Zealand and his parents immigrated back to Denmark when he was ten. As we flew over Denmark, he proudly pointed out all the different landmarks. As we circled around in a holding pattern, he remarked that, if we were going to land in Malmö (Sweden), he wouldn't be getting off the plane: so much for the neighbourly love. I thought he may need a priest for the landing as he crossed himself ready to face death as we hit the tarmac.
Copenhagen is located on the islands of Zealand and Amager, separated from Malmö by the Øresund strait. We were located in the city centre, not far from Rådhuapladsen metro. We were also close to the bells of Rådhuspladsen, which at first reminded us of the church bells in Amsterdam. Soon we realised that the bells chimed every fifteen minutes between 8am and midnight. At each quarter of the hour, it plays a little bit more of the diddy until the whole tune is played on the hour, followed by a chime for each hour. Thankfully we didn't have the church bells chiming in unison. But it was enough to send a person crazy. Haven’t the Danes realised that we have watches and mobile phones that have alarms! Between the chiming of the bells and the squeaking of the floor boards of our apartment, a full symphony could have been orchestrated.
After settling into our apartment on the fourth floor, we set out to explore the city centre, taking in the sights that Copenhagen had to offer. After a huge fire in the 18th century, much of the medieval buildings have not survived. Instead what survives are the redeveloped buildings from the 18th century, particularly the royal palaces. We wandered around Copenhagen’s main tourist attractions, such as Tivoli Gardens, The Little Mermaid statue, the Amalienborg and Christiansborg palaces, Rosenborg Castle, Frederik’s Church and Børsen. We stumbled upon the changing of the guard, which seemed to go on forever and for which most of the crowd lost interest.
While Copenhagen is disbursed across a large area, it is easily traversed by foot. There are no hills; everything is flat, which makes cycling easy and the main form of transport for the natives. We probably should have followed their lead instead of clocking up almost 50,000 steps over the three nights, two days that we were there.
By this stage, I started to get sick with the flu (it couldn't be the thing that shall not be named ... no!!!). In Edinburgh, I began to get a sore throat, which turned into a runny nose by the time we got to Copenhagen. Sympathetic Jason believes it's all my own fault; apparently I'm not as OCD/vigilant with my hand washing as him. Except influenza is an airborne virus spread through droplets from someone sneezing or coughing. It is what it is. There was that guy on the bus from Belfast to the airport that Jason overheard talking about the Rona (COVID). Of course, I'm also to blame for passing it on. I should learn that I can never win 🤣
The following day, we explored Christiania, a small island connected to the main island of Zealand in Copenhagen. In the middle of Christiania is the Free Town, an intentional community, commune and micronation in the Christianshavn neighbourhood. Think Nimbin but a little less hippie where police are forbidden to enter. It began in 1971 as a squatted military base and has had a colourful past with some violence and protests between the inhabitants and authorities. It’s famous with tourists for it’s Pusher Street, named after the open trade of cannabis. There have been attempts to get rid of the commune but these have not been successful. It probably has something to do with the fact that it's the fourth most popular tourist destination, attracting more than half a million visitors each year. We were on alert and ready to evacuate at any moment if there were any signs of an uprising.
Next destination: Gothenburg / Göteborg / Go:teborg
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