Sunday, January 28, 2018
Some free days wanted to be used. And as everybody were out for skiing, we mostly stayed inside, enjoyed the 4 meals per day, got a massage, warmed up in the sauna and fell asleep like dead on huge and really comfortable couches.
The hotel personnel was quite funny to watch. It seemed some of them were still in their apprenticeship, didn’t really know what to do, how to do, or what to say. That made the entire process really interesting as you never knew if you‘ll get what you ordered.
Bad Hofgastein itself was disappointing. Not much was left from its former fame and reputation. Massive castle-like houses were dilapidated, shops and stores were closed and looked like they have been for quite a while. A few other tourists were walking around, and noticed the same, had the same expression in their faces. Hiking tracks a long the waterfalls remained shut during the winter and nothing else was inviting to stay longer than necessary...
Sunday, December 10, 2017
Last journey for this year, and what destination would be better than Finland? As it was the 100th year of independence (from Russia), many buildings were illuminated in the Nation's colours - blue and white, e.g. the highest mountain in Finland or the Colosseum in Rome were shining in white-blue.
As Santa Claus is living in Rovaniemi right at the Arctic Circle, he usually ain't too far away and swings by regularly.
The huge firework exploded right in front of my hotel. From its Conference Center I had the perfect view in the first row. They started 20 minutes behind schedule, maybe caused by low temperatures at -10°C (although should be used to it), but in return, finished quickly by setting of the entire fireworks at once, as it seemed. N1ce!
Sunday, December 03, 2017
What a journey. To a country completely new, where I've not been so far. And I didn't really want to. The last years, I've been quite successful in avoiding it, but no way around or out this time. Incredible India!!! I've heard a lot of stories, things colleagues told me who stayed, lived and worked there for months. Now it was me stepping into their footsteps, luckily just for one week.
First sop, Mumbai. 1 am. I walked along the corridors, signs navigated me to the arrival hall. But before getting there, passport checkpoint and entry control. Thousands of people, many many lanes, but no signs indicating which lane to take. I took the first best, finaly came to the counter more or less one hour later, and tried to communicate to the man opposite. The only thing I understood was "Counter 27"! And I was at the third! So all the way back. Meanwhile, 3 am. I decided to queue up at the "permanent residence" lane, with 10 people infront of myself, and waited another 2 hours before entrance was admitted.
Half past 6 am, next flight to Bhuj, domestic flight. The arrival hall looked simple, no shops or anything, and the arriving passengers only. The doorway leading out of the building, was surrounding by people holding up a scrap of paper with a name on it. I checked, from the right, and found a small guy at the back with my name on the board. He noticed I was recognising my name, and gave a sign to follow him. Without talking I entered the car. I just trusted that guy that he would take me where I needed to go. I couldn't explain him either, so I waited where I would end up.
It took another 2 hours, passing a few villages in the desert on bumpy streets, which sometimes are blocked by cows - herds of cows not moving a single centimetre although cars are passing real close, horning all the time. It really is like in the movies and documentaries.
Once entered the working area, there was no way out again. There would not have been anything I could go to, the next village or city was kilometres away, far out of reach. Instead, I stayed at the guesthouse, in a single room aparment. Well equipped, with a TV I never switched on, a bed with a 3 cm mattress where sleeping on the floor would have had the same effect. What else? A bathroom, kind of. There was a shower, but no curtain. The water was brown-ish. At least the food was good, a bit spicy though, but nice.
On the way back, it was later afternoon when flying into Mumbai. Heavy smog clouded the sight. Just when being low enough, it "cleared" and offered the view to the slums which are built as far as right to the airport fence.
All this is incredible India!
Tuesday, November 14, 2017
One more time in one of the greatest cities: Paris. We stayed in the Hôtel Le Chat Noir, nice and cosy, with perfect french breakfast, right next to the Moulin Rouge. Unfortunately, no show available on short notice. Yeah well, there was, but for what price?
So we went through the city and trudged round all the sights. Mixed with a little bit of shopping here and there, for Antje at least, I followed and took a little rest meanwhile.
What else to do in France, after touristy sightseeing stuff? Right, food! And thanks to my French colleague we knew where to go. Really tasty and delicious stuff, sometimes we just were not eager enough to try out new and too specific things. But what we had was simply excellent.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Something else has been on the list for a long time. But it had never worked out so far. But now it did, together with a colleague and his son. We want to Mittenwald, and found perfect parking spot to enter the hiking track easily, right towards the Mittenwalder via ferrata.
Being fully packed with a backpack containing different stuff for almost all weather conditions was making it quite difficult for the way up. Small breaks were necessary. But we reached our first accommodation before dawn, the kitchen was still open, served dinner and cold beer.
The night hadn't been the best. We slept in a five bed dorm - or better said, 5 mattresses have been placed right next to each other. Myself in the middle, snoring to the left and right. Not so easy to sleep through the night.
The view out of the windows has changed dramatically compared to the evening before. Fog, grey in grey, clouds heavy with rain. Not so motivating to move on. Even the waitress didn't recommend to walk forward. Bad conditions would make it too difficult. We didn't listen, of course, and went on.
The track itself got smaller, steeper and more slippery. But still we made good progress and reached the Obere Karwendelspitze in time. The it started: Mittenwalder via ferrata. For a few kilometres, we've been right on top on the Karwendel, climbing up and down steps and stairs and following the track directly on the summit. As we've been surrounded by clouds, the view wasn't far, but therefore mystical and special.
We spent our second night in the Brunnsteinhütte. Finally, they offered and served Kaiserschmarrn - so delicious. As this cottage was fully booked, the night got even worse compared to the previous one. One room, bunk beds, 20 persons. What a night!
And finally perfect weather on the last morning. Time to enjoy and relax at the top, Brunnsteinspitze.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
Six years have passed since I’ve been here the last time. Of course, I wanted to come back, to visit again. And finally I did. Too bad the work was too time-consuming again. I chose a hotel in Rockanje, going through Brielle, and everything looked still the same, house made of red brick strones, house boats everywhere as they haven’t been moved a single millimetre for the last years. To the contrary, the Europort has changed a lot. Much bigger, Maasvlakte is not the end anymore. They have enlarged the peninsula, built complete Maasvlakte 2, constructed new hangars – huge areas. Where formerly the North Sea waves where splashing, there is nowadays sand and even more steel, moving up and down, left and right, 24/7, 365 days a year…