Europe winging it

June - July 2024
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  • Sydney to Heathrow

    June 3 in England ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Bumped up to business class yay. Surprisingly easy to sleep, i definetly noticed i was the youngest person there by a solid 15 years. Good snack food for me though, i fear unfortunately long distance travel is now ruined for me, as my standard is now business.

    Qantas delayed my flight by 1 day, meaning i now have an overnight stay in heathrow. Qantas booked me in at the hilton (fancy), but didn't care to tell me (3hrs before landing) until after I'd made my own arrangements of which id assumed it was my own cost. At least dinner and brekky are free.

    Also i dont know if its just heathrow airport or London, but they have a lot of one way tunnels that would be prime spots to get mugged in.
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  • Day 1–3

    Netherlands - Utrecht

    June 4 in the Netherlands ⋅ ⛅ 19 °C

    Utrecht 4-6 June.
    Flew in from Heathrow on the 4th arrived in Schipol airport (Amsterdam) and had the most fun queuing in immigration for 1hr.

    Took the intercity direct to Utrecht from the airport (took some snapshots of power lines obviously) after semi working out the trains i was retrospectively hit with the shock that nothing is in English its all Dutch (surprise surprise). I thought thered be some English signs but no... all Dutch unfortunately for me.

    First things first after checking into my hostel i hired a little push bike to get around. Why walk when i can ride? I did a lap of the city aimlessly sightseeing. It took me a couple of minutes to figure out the cycling customs of the Dutch. I head to robert gelato which apparently won the 2019 world gelato championship and have some hazelnut and vanilla gelato. Which was nice but not "world champion" gelato sadly (4th picture). Still getting accustomed to the timezones doing a full 180 so i wander around the canals a bit and then head back to my room asleep by 7pm, rough night awake at 2am suffering from feelings of "what the fuck am i going to do with myself for 1 month alone but in the crowd." Luckily some calls home and to special people i figure out the key is to actually talk to people, do walking tours in each city and make an effort to go to places where you can talk to other solo travellers.

    The next day i do a tour of the dom tower, Utrechts pride and joy standing 112.34m tall (nothing in the city is allowed to be taller than it) climbing 465 steps to the top of which were very steep and basically no surface area for the modern mans foot. Was quite cool my first experience of a gothic cathedral and something built before 1770. The dom tower was built in 1321-1382, giving an impressive view, here i also learned from the tour guide that the Dutch apparently really like Aussies. After this i do a free walking tour of utrecht which a lovely scholarly man ran and it was actually really good.

    Here i learnt some of the history of utrecht.
    - For example Utrecht means bend in the river and is where the romans established there barracks as the river slows at the bend and is easier to unload boats, also a good defensive position.
    - The Dom Tower garden has a marijuana plant (2nd picture)
    - The arches of the garden in the dom cathedral were the same ones used in the harry potter films (3rd picture)
    - The stonework for the garden was perfomed by slaves and as an act of rebellion the slaves worked ropes into the structure (5th picture) so that if the ropes were removed the structural integrity of the arch would fail. This was quite a powerful symbol for anti slavery and was considered for amnesty international
    - Dom tower has a lot of bells, they ring the heavy large bells for sad events. And the smaller ones for happy celebrations (6th picture)
    - Theres a mall next to utrecht central station called lady catherine mall. This area was originally a castle/fort built and controlled by the spanish and they would extort the shipping lane (pay us a fee or we'll shoot you) and gave holland a bad rep internationally. After a while the spanish left and de-occupied the castle. Lady catherine the mayor at the time then decread that any person that built there home from the materials of the fort would be completely tax free (she wanted people to tear it down cost free for her). Moving along to the 8th picture, this is a store built from that forts materials and it is apparently a complete front, the stores never opened instead a car dealer runs a import export business from the 2nd floor and has been doing so tax free for nearly 50 years. In 2019 they got taken to court by the government over it and in 2021 it was ruled that "a promise made is a promise kept" and they won! Be interesting to see what the property sells for with rules like such attached to it

    Did a canal cruise which was pretty shit. Some local kid spat on the boat from a bridge and it got all over the person next to me

    Utrecht very cycleable very nice, be a great place to live, not very touristy.
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  • Day 3–5

    Amsterdam & The Hague

    June 6 in the Netherlands ⋅ ☁️ 16 °C

    Last 2 days of Netherlands based myself out of southern Amsterdam in a lil suburb called Diemen-zuid (10th pic) about 25min cycle from city centre (which according to the locals is a lot).

    Amsterdam:
    - First things first in Amsterdam i rented a bike again because its about twice as fast as driving walking or taking the train.
    - Legged it straight to my walking tour where again a lovely tour guide called Nick gave us a historical tour of Amsterdam mostly centered around the red light district (which was very filthy).
    - Here i learnt that all items in the canals and houses are brought into the house through the hooks on the tops of the buildings poking out over the windows. A lot of the houses have a slight lean forward to prevent cargo bumping the building as it gets lifted
    - Weed is not legal here it is instead tolerated, and no one knows where the weed sold at "coffeeshops" (coffeshops sell weed, cafes sell coffee. An important distinction i think) actually comes from, its believed that its all criminally supplied and the gov turns a blind eye due to the 2billion in taxes it creates each year whicu funnily enough is pumped back into anti drug campaigns
    - Netherlands is only 14th in EU for drug consumption (Italy, spain, France are 1/2/3)
    - the thinking behind tolerance of weed was that they would take the hit to solve the bigger issue of hard drugs. Amsterdam like most major cities in the 80s had a massive heroin problem which the tour guide showed us photos of, the same streets in the red light district we were walking down littered with junkie needles and prostitutes
    - Covered the Dutch East Indie company which at its highest point was valued at a mere 6.7 trillion dollars (greater than all the top 50 companies in the world put together in 2024) which isnt that surprising giving it was based off slavery and colonisation. This company was the first multinational and offered shares to the Dutch people so that the Dutch people had the first ever middle class in history. Along with this in its peak the Netherlands average citizens worth was 4x greater than the 2nd richest country at the time (france). Learning all this made it difficult to feel too sympathetic for the dutch when learning about there WW2 experiences shortly and how they very abley assisted with herding up Jews
    - they have odd names for lollie brands (2nd pic)
    - awesome rubber ducky store (3rd pic)
    - Overall i thought the touristy areas of Amsterdam were dirty smelly and a waste of time. After i left Amsterdam for the first time it was quite funny and validating to search up people thoughts on Amsterdam to which a lot of them said "best thing to do in Amsterdam is leave and go to another dutch city"

    The Hague (Den Haag)
    - The true capitol of the Netherlands, i took the intercity train (5th pic) into the haag from my little suburb train hopping on the metro, train line and tram line which was quite stressful at first as the transfer times were so short. If i didnt know where I was going i missed my tram/metro. Figured it out though and I was very impressed, puts sydney trains (shitty rail) to shame
    - Chemists or drug stores of old used to have this open mouthed jester (6th pic) on the more fancy store as a sign that there was someone inside you was willing to taste your medicine before you took it to see if they got sick, similar to a food taster for a king.
    - Visited the prime ministers residence and parliament which I have to say was gorgeous (7/8 pic), there was news crews there covering the elections and about 18 black fancy BMWs all identical parked out front with men in suits rocking (from my perspective) quite poorly concealed handguns and sub machine guns
    - shopping mall for extremely expensive items (9th pic), the architecture was meant to invite and encourage people to stroll through the shops. This was built late 1800s, and is 3 stories tall, funnily enough most of the houses above the stores are empty which is odd because its central and very pretty right? Yes they are but the only entrance to the apartments are via the store below
    - Den Haag was really nice and very pretty full of old buildings, a great middle ground between Amsterdam and Utrecht

    On my last night in NL i had dinner at this cannibal themed restaurant (11th pic) which i wont lie was disturbing, luckily the ribs were well worth it. I went with a friend of Mums from work and having the local knowledge of food and drink spots made me think a lot more highly of Amsterdam.

    Randomly cycling into Amsterdam about 20 ambos firetrucks and police went past slowly on the highway, but since the bikes faster i instead just had a 30min cycle into the city filled with siren noise

    Most of the women cycle in heels!!!! Crazy
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  • Day 5–7

    Belgium

    June 8 in Belgium ⋅ ☀️ 16 °C

    Brussels and Bostogne

    Travelled via intercity train to Brussels, very easy and painless process. Nearly immediately, once I entered Belgium 🇧🇪 the infrastructure quality was far inferior to NL.

    Arrived in Central Brussels and went on surprise surprise a walking tour. This was run by a Brussels local and was the worst quality tour I've had so far. He was very nonchalant and didn't really offer much useful information. Luckily, on the tour, i met another Aussie, and she had plans with some other people to go for drinks afterwards, so i got to meet a lot of other travellers during that, which was good. Funnily, the place we were meant to meet was a spot called "Delirium." However, if you look at the video in this post, there were about 15 stores called that right next to each other. There is nothing else to report on that front. Besides, it seems that a lot of Europeans sadly use Brussels as a party spot to get wasted.

    Went for a walk around brussels and found:
    - Tin Tin paintings on the street next to a comic book store. Apparently Belguim has an even higher comic book output than Japanese Anime (Asterix and oblix etc)
    - A little boy peeing fountain (Mannekin Pis). Apparently this is meant to signify Belguims dont take themselves very seriously as its sort of there unofficial mascot. Funnily enough its been stolen 4 times so they put security cameras up next to it and if you look at the photos ive taken. The security cameras then got stolen too! During the Belgium national day apparently the little boys water gets swapped out for beer so belgiums will line up and fill there mugs with free beer from the little boys willy
    - Some buildings captioned in photos for your perousal

    Bastogne
    - Rented a little french Citroen car that was so guttless, speed limit in Belguim was 120kph and the guttless little fartbox struggled. Nonetheless it was different driving on the other side of the road, especially in a manual. Didnt really struggle, it was mostly guessing at what some of the road signs meant
    - Drove 2hrs from brussels middi station which is the southern central station in brussels. It was interesting how the second you leave brussels central the city turns to a steaming pile of shit, junk everywhere, homeless people all around and lots of poor immigrants everywhere. Like i passed an invisible barrier and the city was like "oh this area we dont maintain or care about." Even the station at brussels Midi and brussels noor were so decrepit, and so were the trains, such a stark contrast to the beautiful stations of the Netherlands and well kept trains there.
    - Went to the Bastogne war memorial as i wanted to see the history of the battle of the bulge that took place in 1944, the stand against the Germans last counter offensive before their defeat.
    - The Americans lost 76,000 soldiers over 30 days of continual fighting and the townspeople didnt forget it. There's American flags everywhere
    - i went and visited the actual battleground, and it was littered with foxholes and shell holes. The trees had recovered, but my god, there would have been so much shrapnel from the trees flying around. Didnt get any photos on my phone all on my proper camera. Just imagine a bunch of holes in the ground
    - interestingly the anti aircraft guns were just 4 x 50cal machine guns in sync on a trailer. Which apparently was very effective against infantry too which doesnt surprise me. From experience 1 50.cal is enough to obliterate nearly anything let alone 4.

    Was going to go to luxembourg and stuttgart next but floods in southern Germany happened so i fly out to oxford on the 10th and stay with some family friends
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  • Day 7–11

    Oxford

    June 10 in England ⋅ ☀️ 15 °C

    Due to the flooding in South Germany, I diverted and went to Oxford since I could stay with family friends my mum made during her fellowship in Oxford during the 90s.

    Arrived late on the monday and was greated at the Oxford bus stop by Myles and subsequently went for a walk with their beautiful golden retriever "Geoffrey Biscuit" through the area and this lovely meadow called "Port Meadow" which has full public access and has never been ploughed. Which makes it quite an interesting spot for sustainability research apparently.

    Their house was absolutely gorgeous, with a lovely conservatorium. Irene (mums friend) is the vice chancellor for Oxford uni and gets a house as part of the appointment. The house was quite old and even had seperate quarters for servants with a seperate staircase and little holes for passing food to the dining room. The dining room was massive and obviously as the Vice Chancellor for the No.1 uni in the world was designed to entertain and host meals. It had all this gorgeous glassware and cutlery in it. As Myles (Irene's husband) is a quite well known professor of physics and climate change he was inevitably busy and their son Jim was preparing for his A levels (HSC equivalent) i had the run of the house to myself mostly which was a great change of pace compared to the backpacking of hostels (my room was bigger than all the hostels id stayed at lol) nice to go back to domestic life sort of with a proper house and kitchen. They had a really really nice garden with outdoor seating and this awning to stop it getting wet since they dont get many flys or mozzies here i opted to eat nearly all my meals there.

    On Tuesday night Myles graciously extended an invitation to join him for high table dinner at Merton college. If you dont know what that is, all the students eat at formal dinner at the college twice a week and like harry potter (which is based off this arrangment) the students sit on the low tables, then some junior fellows and staff sit in the middle table and whats called the SCR (senior common room, basically the big dick swinging professors, the deans of the college etc) sit on the high table and its fairly prestigious etc and often members of the SCR for that college will invite guests after events etc and its a whole big upper class networking type event with proper catering and fancy food etc. It was quite funny people asking me who I was and how i got there without a phD etc. But alas Irene before her appointment as vice chancellor of the uni was the Dean or warden of Merton college and had some swing clearly so by association i got sat very close to the middle of the high table lol.

    Merton college is one of the more prestigious colleges with lots of money at Oxford and because of that had a really nice dinner. We were even joined by this famous actor "Brian cox" whos won emmys and stuff. I noticed his security guards before i noticed him, also some music label CEOs and book publishers. However, Oxford was never a planned stop for me so i had to borrow a jacket and tie from Myles and try my best to hide my nike running shoes lol. After dinner we had second dessert 🍨. A more informal kick ons for the high table only and basically included lots of chocolate and alcohol. Id be so fat and drunk if i got to do that all the time lol.

    There was a lot of bookstore in the town and they were very well run with great suggestions for books. You entered them and it was tardis like. Just blossomed into thie huge store. I bought the book "the book theif" at it.

    On my last day i went to the covered markets with Jim (Irenes and Myles youngest son) after hed just finished one of his A level tests and got greek food. We then got some pizza and did a mini pub crawl of Oxfords oldest pubs. Funnily enough on the pub called "the spotted cow." One of the drinking records is held by rob menzies (Ex Aussie PM) for skulling a yard of guiness in 11seconds.

    Overall i had a splendid time and i will be repping my Oxford uni shirt i got given in Australia. Oxford was very cycleable and a very picturesque fantasy town i really liked it. I can see how my parents managed to lose 3 years of their life here.
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  • Day 11–12

    Munich

    June 14 in Germany ⋅ ☁️ 17 °C

    Arrived Munich midday to meet up with my mate Nikola (nik) who I know through the grad program at work.

    Went to Nymphenburg Palace whicu was very Napoleony. Built in the 1700/1800s it was fairly basic with very cool ceilings. The area also featured a horse muesuem with plenty of golden carriages the royal family used to use and all their horses attire. The muesuem had a lot of stuff on King Ludwig the 2nd too. Closet homosexual and introvert who got removed from power due to not doing his duties and spending all the money.

    After this did another walking tour with a german dude getting his phD, we got the trams everywhere and near munich central it was so confusing which platform to go to because they were all right near each other and had the same names and had many levels to it. Interesting because old town in Munich or marianplatz was apparently only about 3% original. The rest was bombed to shit and the 3% was so the British could use those existing buildings to triangulate their positions.

    A lot of the buildings were rebuilt, due to budget restrictions however a lot of the original columns and windows from the buildings were painted on the buildings instead as seen in pic 9/10. They now have the money to rebuild but they apparently keep it as a reminder to "not start a war because then you'll have to paint your windows on your building."

    Watched the euros opening soccer game Scotland v Germany... soooooo many Scottish fans in munich with their kilts and blue and white tops. They drank munich out of beer by 1030am which is impressive considering these places know how to stock beer for events like Oktoberfest. They had a really funny chant with the accent "Scooooooooooooooooootland!". Scotland got destroyed 5 - 1. You could hear the noise from the stadium in the pub when goals were scored. Police were so scared of scottish riots they closed marianplatz .

    German desserts were yummy, their traditional sausages very mid though.

    Hostel was shit, got the ICE DB train to berlin next day. Nice train ride.
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  • Day 12–15

    Berlin

    June 15 in Germany ⋅ 🌧 16 °C

    Caught the ICE to berlin from Munich took about 4.5 hours, fairly pleasant train Journey. It was fun to do a proper euro train trip, like you see in the movies. Nice having the table inbetween us to chat and eat with.

    Once we got to Berlin we very quickly had to check into the hotel and rush to the Euros game. Croatia v Spain which due to my company (Nik being Croatian) i was honour bound to support Croatia, as a dog with no bone in either corner. So i dutifully donned my Croatian jersey and we made our way to olympia stadium which was commissioned in 1936 for which i assume was also used in the famous 1936 olympics pre ww2 with the famous Jesse Owens giving the theortical finger to nazi Germany.

    Once we managed to get into the stadium, our seats were in line with the goal post and gave a nice intimate view of the whole field. The stadium by European standards was quite large, with a 70,000 capacity (we had 69,744 attendance), which was very impressive with about 80% croatian attendance. Considering the population of Croatia is under 4mil and spain is 80 odd million, the attendance ratios were impressive. However, Croatia bottled it, losing 3 - 0. Unfortunately, sort of wasted the atmosphere as the only goal scored got rescinded due to a player encroaching the box before the penalty. Croatia played well. They just couldn't shoot to save themselves, and the frustration around the stadium radiated throughout.

    The next day, we did a walking tour, which was meant to focus on the history of Berlin / Germany talking about the rise and fall of fascim and neo nazism / communism. What events led to things, etc, but unfortunately ended up being this liberal woman trying to tell us how to think and getting really sidetracked over current day politics like Elon Musk and trump, etc. She barely touched on any of the cool buildings. The tour was meant to go for 3 hrs, but it went for 4.5 and just dragged on. She obviously liked the sound of her own voice and thoughts. So i left no tip for her, lol. She did show us an alternate parties pamphlet of its solution for jews however, this party wanted to ship them to Madagascar (similar to UK taking convicts to Aus), in the pamphlet it rather optimistically states the capacity of Madagascar as 100million (im sure the holocaust victims wouldve much rathered Madagascar to concentration camps though).

    Walking through the town, there was a rather odd occurrence. Two seemingly identical churches within eyesight of each other. So i looked up the history and what happened was the french were promised a church for them, supplying the labour about 90% through the build the french learnt that it wasnt for them and instead for the germans. So they abandoned the project and built their own church identical to the other own just down the road for themselves. Once it was done, they then started a rumour that their church was 0.5m taller and thus better. Eventually, in response to this, the germans put up a statue on the roof of their church. The french then put up a statue... with a feather in its hand to be taller than the other church. That's where it's been left today.

    Last day here, Nik and i got some bikes, complimentary with the hotel, and went for a cycle west of central berlin towards the tiergarten and Brandenburg gate. The cycle was very nice along the Spree River, going past parliament house and the german presidents residence "bellevue." We managed to accidently come across a military salute and the arrival of the German and Nepalise presidents. We turned back at the Victory Monument built in the 1860s to celebrate victory over the prussians. It provided a good view of the area and had lots of bullet holes.

    I didn't really see much of the berlin wall, etc, but overall after Oxford and Utrecht , this would be my favourite city in Europe and definitely my favourite large city I've been to. Although I suspect Berlin was a lot cleaner due to the large police presence of the Euros soccer tournament as any hobos or junkies i saw were quite quickly removed.

    Off to krakow Poland for 3 days now to see Auschwitz, the salt mines, and old town
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  • Day 15–16

    Krakow

    June 18 in Poland ⋅ ☀️ 27 °C

    The day started with me taking a 10am train from berlin to krakow, which took about 7 hours. Here i left my companian Nik whilst he went to Ibiza and i was to tour Auschwitz. Not contrasting activities at all...

    The train ride was relatively unpleasant on a surprising 36 degree day. My first class carriage had "airconditioning" which didnt function at all, as the train had so many airgaps that whatever air was being processed im sure was whisked away into nature. The Polish trains also had this rather odd hogwarts express layout where all the seats were 3 abreast facing another 3 people with no table in between. Making for lots of odd and awkward head gestures between people. So i knuckled down and glued my sweaty back to the seat and enjoyed the polish scenery.

    One of the most amazing things (for me) about poland is that their currency the polish zloty is very weak compared to the aud (1AUD = 2.7 zlt) making things for me rather cheap compared to the overpriced nature of Germany 🇩🇪. Polish is also such a phenomenaly hard language to speak that everyone spoke very good English by default. To give you an idea of how difficult polish is to an english speaker hello in polish is spelt cześć or witam. Now, myself trying to form full sentences of that through google Translate, was very impossible. I tried not to be a demanding American and ask first if english was okay in the native tongue. But alas, even that i couldn't manage.

    The salt mine tour I booked conveniently included a complimentary 7pm tour of old town Krakow. I had no expectations besides that id been told good things. Krakow was set out very defensively with the entrance into the town guarded by a castle with a moat and drawbridge that in older times had to be entered before you could gain access to the town. With large 10m or so brick walls all over the town it was a migty impressive sight. Entering the boulevard there, i noticed there was certainly no shortage of dessert shops. In fact i somewhat struggled to find a spot to have a non sugary meal afterwards. The guide informed us that the square is the oldest medievel square in Europe with a vast 200x200m size and he certainly wasn't wrong. It was a very impressive sight. There was also a church which was the peoples church that had one steeple under construction. A rather tall church, we were told the public funded it extensively back in the day so that the 'people' appeared as wealthy and aided in building a good sense of community.

    I headed back to my tiny apartment with no airconditioning with the bed placed annoyingly at the highest point of the apartment in the attic for a hot, sweaty, and rather uncomfortable sleep. Waking at 5am the next day for Auschwitz birkenau (to be covered separately).

    The day after this i went to this place called the salt mines. Which i had no expectations of what to expect. I assumed with the name like salt mine and, being offered alongside my Auschtwitz tour, it was connected in a concentration/labour camp sort of way. I was quite wrong. With the salt mine being established in the 1200s it was not connected at all.

    To start off, I was warned of 1000s of steps and cramped headroom descending to depths of 190m. This only served to make me more excited, remembering my time in broken hills old mines as a 6 year old, old mineshafts with timber supports and all hand tunnelled got me excited for what was to come.

    Descending 55 flights of stairs on this 100% wooden staircase took me into the first level of the mine at a mere 90m depth. There was so much wood! Everywhere, it was mental. The guide informed me that on the first level alone, 1 million cubic metres of wood were used (4mil for the entire mine). They had trunk after trunk piled on top of each other for structural support.

    With this being the oldest level most of the wood had turned solid through the humidity expanding the timber, allowing salt to pour into the timber and then the timber contracting as it cooled down leaving nothing but salt crystals inside the timber. Effectively preserving the timber and turning it into stone in the process. I'll hurry this description along now before it turns too, Lucinda, like and loses my cool casual narrative style.

    The guide absolutely loved the salt crystals. They were such "beautiful, gorgeous, thick, pure" deposits everywhere. When she would show deposits of 90% purity or more, her voice would turn into a loving romantic voice. Almost as if she was telling us about her summer romance with her high school boyfriend. We descended the mine for ages going through various airlocks until kaboom wow. We entered a chamber where the miners had tunnelled and built their own underground church. Now, I'm in Europe, theres a lot of churches I've been seeing everyday all very impressive and old, but i dont think any church i will ever see, will now be able to compare with the scale, uniqueness and charm of this church. Mining was a very dangerous job and as such they were all highly religious, which is what pushed them to build these places of worship. There was many other lovely large chambers and clear blue bodies of water inside the mine you can see in the pictures.

    I head back to my accommodation afterwards and i heard some gunshots when walking back from my solo dinner. After the initial concern i tracked the sound to this indoor gun range which intrigued me. It was very cheap to shoot a bunch of different weapon systems, so i went in (with thongs lol) and asked to shoot 3 guns, a pistol, an AR rifle and an ak. They didnt ask me if i had any experience etc. After the initial briefing on how to use the range and guns i shot the AR-15 and after 5 shots the guy was like (*polish accent "damn you're a natural") then after my mag ran out and i habitually went through my empty mag weapon drill he looked at me a bit funny but didnt say anything. Then when i shot the pistol (ignoring how he told me to hold it and instead holding it how i was trained) and got a good grouping he was like... have you done this before? I told him i was an ex rifleman and then he goes. "Ahh for fuuucks sake shouldve told me now i look like big idiot to you." This turned into me giving a mini seminar to him and his colleague about why we hold the pistol the way we do. How i hold the rifle etc (bringing the rifle to my eyes, not my head to the rifle... allows you to get a sight picture quicker). Finally when i shot the AK (which im familiar with as we had to train with it, as you're expected to know how to operate enemy combatants weapons) the polish guys got a bit of a hard on i think, i felt like quite the celebrity and very SAS like shooting while wearing thongs, a bucket hat and a tshirt and shorts.

    Also dear readers, im aware there is a competing blog in the form of an unsavoury human aka my little sister Lucinda. This lesser publication with its fancy "laptop," and "proper grammar." Will not be able to compete with the authenticity and many photos published in this publication i assure you. This may be due to active sabotage on my part when I see the editor in a week. (Luci if you read this im totally joking)
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  • Day 16–18

    Auschwitz-Birkenau

    June 19 in Poland ⋅ ⛅ 27 °C

    Dear readers we depart from our regularly scheduled travel blog of fun and light heartedness and instead, take a slight detour through some very important history of Europe. Now most of you reading this I’m sure are aware of the Holocaust and if you’re not, well that’s simply embarrassing for you. You may as well be American with that level of historical knowledge. Some of you will have even visited this unbelievable place (Rowan), so please bare with me as I try to inelegantly explain my experience here, as this place and the events of the “Jewish question” was quite hard to wrap my head around. In order to explain my experience here there will be a mini history lesson trying and inevitably failing to explain the scope of “the Jewish question” in a digestible and understandable context.

    The day started off with a nice sleep in of a 5:50am pickup from my hotel room, and a 1.5hr shuttle bus ride to Auschwitz. I was quite pleased with how easy the tour was to organise as I referred to in my krakow post but everything here is very cheap it was only €60 for a full tour of Auschwitz and Birkenau including door to door hotel transport. On the way we watched a 1hr doco on Auschwitz including some slight backstory but what I found more impactful was red army footage of Auschwitz liberation which helped me to really link the modern day museum with the atrocities committed.

    The tour guide had a microphone and we were given headsets which was very handy as I could dawdle at the back and still hear what she was saying. I’ll skip most of the actual tour so we can hear my very important digest but I felt the tour was quite rushed. We were only allowed to walk around with the guide and we barely spent 40seconds on any one thing. She’d just drop bombs like “this is 40,000 pairs of shoes and you can see a kids shoe” and then onto the next spot or building. I would’ve preferred to have been able to wonder around and really appreciate small details such contemplating and appreciating that each one of those pairs of shoes belonged to someone with a history and backstory, workers boots, academics shoes, a little girls cute shoes etc. But nooooo, we had places to be apparently, and as such while I can appreciate the Auschwitz museum - after the fact whilst I’ve had a bit of time to digest. I did feel that the whole experience was quite neutered. It also didn’t help that it was a 35deg day with extremely pretty, vibrant colours everywhere. I sent a photo of the Auschwitz entrance to the family group chat and my competitor/little sister “Lucinda” remarked how pretty the scenery was until she noticed the infamous “Arbiet macht frei” (work sets you free) sign. Not the same as the cold freezing\starving to death place I had come to expect from documentary footage.

    We then hopped on our shuttle bus and had a 5min transfer to Birkenau. It is important to note the difference in function between Birkenau and Auschwitz when touring the two. Auschwitz 1 was a labour camp designed to get slave labour out of its inhabitants, Birkenau or its proper name “Auschwitz II-Birkenau” was a death camp where Jews would either be immediately executed or worked to death, or worked to near death then when unable to perform their duties, they were then executed.

    The Birkenau tour was much better as I was given a lot more free roam, upon seeing the infamous gatehouse with the railway line through the middle I stopped and took it in. This place actually looked like the photos, pure death camp. I stood looking at the gatehouse for a couple of minutes contemplating just how serious what had occurred here was. All the final goodbyes of families, unknowing Jews, Romanians, homosexuals, and polish people who had entered this gatehouse and not known that they would never again see the outside world as a free human, not know the feeling of a full meal or certainty over their future. These harrowing thoughts filling my brain as I ventured further into the camp to then be standing on the loading dock of the train. The size of the camp was far greater than Auschwitz, I actually logged the walk on my Garmin and it was 3km to the end of the main causeway and back. I then saw the ruins for the crematoriums and gas chambers which the nazis had blown up before they evacuated the camp before the red army advanced. Apparently this was to hide evidence of their atrocity. I could see the underground entrances where Jews were first undressed and told to remember their ID numbers so they could get their stuff back after their “shower.” The remnant of the second chamber where 2000 people at a time could be put to death in 20 minutes. They had 4 of these chambers in Birkenau. They were pretty ruined so i had to use my imagination a bit to picture them.

    However on the way out there was numerous barracks we toured all with beds mostly untouched. This is definitely an experience as I vividly remember seeing footage of rescued Jews in these exact style of beds, 6 starving corpses of humans crammed into each level. With the sickest people on the bottom level as they didn’t have the strength to climb onto other levels. Knowing and having seen footage of people so sick they would literally die in these bunks, and touching, seeing and smelling them was a very morbid experience. The smell was so unique it was a weird mixture of cattle manure and dead possum, a very filthy and deathly smell but not in the same way a decomposing body smells. I imagine it’s leftover from the conditions they were forced to live in with no access to toilets or ability to wash themselves. It’s a very unique smell to Birkenau that I don’t think I’ll forget (Of course could all be placebo who knows).

    Overall the Birkenau tour was much greater and really showed the scale of what was being done by the Nazis better than Auschwitz. Still, the scale of “the final solution” with their 40,000 concentration camps is still quite a handful to process.

    Now onto my history lesson and the real thoughts of Birkenau. Attached in the photos you will see the loading dock at Birkenau being used in 1944 taken by a smug SS soldier, in another photo you will see the prisoners being sorted by the SS doctor who with a simple uncaring wave of his hand had the ability to choose life or death for these people. The Dr would assess if you were fit enough for work, and if you were, you lived and if you weren’t, you were sent to the gas chamber that same day. The criteria for not being fit enough for work was, a pregnant lady, old people, young kids, young girls, sick looking people. The Dr did this by simply looking you up and down. Knowing this before I came and standing in this same spot that these events had occurred some 80 years ago was surreal. Imagining this smelly train arriving filled with about 10,000 people and they would arrived after having been crammed into a goods railway cart of a journey of 7-9 days having not been allowed to eat or go to the toilet. They were just relieved the journey was over. All to be suffocated to death. In the supposed name of racial hygiene, eugenics, and antisemitism. As I walked around Birkenau, near the fences, on the pathways I found myself wondering, how many dead bodies had been on this spot I was standing. How many Jews had flung themselves into this electric fence to end it all? They were so hungry and mentally broken. The infrastructure just symbolised death and hopelessness, I know if I was in that situation I wouldn’t have lasted long.

    The Auschwitz prototype gas chamber (video attached) which operated until 1942 until gassing was moved to Birkenau. Able to kill 700 at once and was responsible for the death of tens of thousands, so many people they had to use open pits to burn the bodies with the ash remains still visible. This was converted to an air raid shelter for the SS, the fact that these men were able to convert and use this area knowing what had took place, with such indifference is quite frankly undigestible to me. For example old mate Himmler witnessed these gassing like a science experiment in 1941, and not liking the numbers ordered Birkenau built.

    What really shone through during the tour was the absolute indifference and sub human treatment that the SS treated the prisoners with, often killing prisoners because they could or for fun. One of the attached photos shows a small guard room for one SS guard to perform roll call for the entire Auschwitz camp. This hut was there so if it was raining or cold the guard could retreat into warm while all the prisoners had to stand outside. This is a small example of how conditions of living weren’t even a second thought for the prisoners they weren’t even a thought. No latrines or washing areas in 90% of the barracks, with prisoners being able to use the toilet twice a day. Many prisoners suffering from diarrhoea due to starvation etc. would soil themselves in the line. The tour guide told us once during roll call one single prisoner was unaccounted for, and the SS made all the prisoners stand at attention for 19hrs as punishment in negative 27 degree weather with 10 or so people dying due to hypothermia. What’s even more crazy about this is guess how many SS guards were around to make this happen… one single guard. The prisoners were so mentally broken, tired and exhausted, with the SS creating such a good systems with the “kapos,” who were prisoners assigned to oversee other prisoners in exchange for special privileges. That the SS didn’t even need to police this punishment, their lapdog kapos would. Who were so fearful of becoming a proper prisoner that they pitted themselves against fellow prisoners in order to maintain favour. I listened to the most heartbreaking podcast of a teenage girl survivor of Auschwitz a while back and she described the kapos as even worse than the SS.

    Auschwitz Birkenau personally saw 1,300,000 people exterminated there. Of the 11 million Jews in Europe the holocaust wiped out approximately 5/6 million. These are figures everyone has heard. However, coming from Australia, nice and removed from all this and with my own eyes touring Germany, Netherlands and Poland. Places that had been directly impacted and seeing the effects to this day. With the Jewish populations in these countries effectively having been wiped off the map, really put into perspective just how absolutely massive the scale of what the Nazis did, and how many people it had affected. There were multiple people I spoke to in each city I visited, that had effectively had one side of there entire family wiped out. Or a grandfather who was adopted and out of their whole family, they were the 1 out of 40 who survived.

    I think it’s definitely a good thing I visited Poland after visiting Germany otherwise I’m pretty sure some form of indirect hatred towards any nationalistic Germans might’ve shone through.
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  • Day 18–22

    Bled (alone pt.1)

    June 21 in Slovenia ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    Dear loyal and disloyal readers, the part of the trip I was most excited for pre departure is finally upon me. The picturesque, breathtaking, panoramic, spectacular, enchanting and idyllic lake bled - really stretching my thesaurus knowledge there, and whilst I’ll never admit that my competitor can do things better than me. She does have an advantage in the English language department. But, I can do my times tables so it’s even.

    4 overnights here alone, with the idea being more of a vacation than a travelling holiday, actually relax and unwind in a nice location.

    Majority of these spots will be covered again in greater detail and with actual pictures with me in them. As I will no longer be a solo traveller from the 26th June to 1 July as my lovely little sister joins me. Suffice to say I enjoyed my time.

    I mostly went stand up paddle boarding around the lake, and I have to admit as an Australian who grew up around the water and can surf, row, kayak etc. I felt far superior to the European and American tourists who had absolutely no idea how to use stand-up paddle-boards, row a boat, or paddle a kayak. On my third day here my favourite past time was to go on the stand-up paddle board out to the church on the island. Approximately a 1.5 km trip and sit and watch the tourists fail miserably at rowing boats. Watching lovers, married couples, and, honeymooning sweethearts get into trip ending arguments over how to enter a boat and nearly flipping it was to say the least entertaining. These people however, were beyond help. As any attempt to aid them by either myself or the locals was met withdeaf ears. I personally witnessed one local tell a man to row the boat with his back facing the direction of travel five times before he eventually listened. With the resulting argument between him and his sweetheart being heard across the lake.

    On my third day here, I did a two hour long drive to get 70 km from bled, to a little town called Soca which was part of the Soca Valley. The drive there was very treacherous, extremely tight roads. I got up to an elevation of 1900 m and there was a 15% average decline on the way back. I remember remarking to my father about how dangerous the roads are in the Kosciuszko National Park for the snowy 2.0 project I’m working on at work. I now update my comments on that as this road is easily doubly as dangerous. The corners were so tight I was hugging the bank doing 20 km an hour. Praying no one came around the corner too fast as you could barely see 2 m in front of you. The corners were so tight with huge steep banks and steep drop-off cliffs with no side protection. Suffice to say on the road back. I opted to take the longer motorway route.

    I didn’t really do that much besides a lot of relaxing and watching my iPad. An old British lady twisted her ankle walking down the steep ramp towards the lake. Luckily for her I was walking the opposite direction with my headphones, out and managed to somehow catch her before she fell over and face planted the concrete. The poor lady had hurt her ankle quite badly. With only her 20-year-old granddaughter around to help I had to carry her like a baby to the local fire station 600 m away. Luckily I’m fit enough that it was not difficult, the old lady did remark that there is always something positive that comes out of something negative and gave me a big old kiss on the cheek afterwards. I hope she is doing alright if she reads this 😊.

    As I write this I sit in anticipation of my little sister joining me in 1hr. Will fists be thrown, will debates be had, will Rosyth, outnumbered two to one - Be able to hold his own against the formidable laptop blogger combo of Hugh and Luci? Will silence fill the area as we face off? Metaphorical western music playing in the background as we flex our warrior keyboard fingers of who can recount the events of 26 June to 1 July better?

    Tune in on 2 July to find out.
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