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Bengaluru / Bangalore

For those who have been following my traveldotes (see what I’ve done there) you’ll have noted when I begun I mentioned I’d have liked to have returned to University following my year out in Australia to do a Masters in International Relations. In 2010, I finally realised that ambition and so at the tender age of 29 I left my job and enrolled in a full-time masters course in International Relations: Global Security and Development.

Nearing the end of my studies, in July this year I set about looking for work not really knowing what field I would find myself in. Naturally, it had to have something to do with International Relations / Development; to wind back up as a web-developer, whilst not the end of the world, would have been somewhat disappointing (not to mention expensive when taking into account course fees, living expenses and lost earnings).

One afternoon I lucked upon a role on a Facebook group of all places! that seemed a little to good to be true. It was a role for a business analyst working for a social enterprise company developing monitoring and evaluation software for use Non-Governmental Organisations (NGOs) and Community-Based Organisations (CBOs). It was a role that would combine the 7 years of experience in software / web-development with my interest in international relations / development, offering the prospect of overseas travel too. Perfect!

I applied, had the interview, and was offered the job that very same day. To boot, I was asked how I’d feel about travelling to India in my first week of the job. Naturally, I said I had I’d have to think about it. Who am I trying to kid, I said I’d love too, when do I leave? I still had my dissertation to think about / write but I’d find time to fit that in…

And so a hastily arranged business trip to India began with a trip to London to apply for a business visa….

 

>Amsterdam

>So, it’s bank holiday weekend in the UK, no plans and in need of a short break? Then Amsterdam is in easy reach – a mere 1 hour flight time (excluding the ubiquitious 2 hour check-in time and travel to/from the airport) from the UK, Amsterdam is perfect for that short break.

My stay coincided in with Queens Day, a national holiday in the Netherlands. On arrival at Central station I was greeted with closed streets and no trams running – Amsterdam had been all but pedestrianised; traffic replaced with stall holders setting up shop for the carnival atmosphere that was to come later that day. The weather itself wasn’t great -grey with light drizzle – but everywhere you looked there was a sea of orange that brought a lift to all that.

With no trams running, I headed north on foot in search of Vondel Park, and ultimately my hotel. Even at 10am the park was bustling with families who were selling toys, sweets, inviting passers by the play old fashioned games and playing music – a tradition on Queens Day I’m told.

Queens day aside, Amsterdam is renound for art and museums – well, two at least. It is home to both the Van Gogh museum – the largest collection of Van Gogh work in the world, and the Anne Frank museum. I confess I saw neither, preferring instead to lose myself in the side streets and take in the canals and architecture of the city.

I spent my penultimate day in nearby Utrecht, a 40mins train ride away, where I met up with a friend I travelled within in Australia. Mirjam and I had not seen each other for 3 years, and it was great to catch up. To carry on the tradition of not climbing things (I’m sure an earlier blog re: the Kings Canyon, in Australia makes mention of the first time we failed to climb something), Mirjam thought I might like to go up the Dom tower in Utrecht. We’d not long missed a tour and the next was in 2 hours. With the weather not so great we instead hit the shops, had a few biers and reminisced of the times we had travelling from Adelaide to Darwin.

>Bruselles

>Had the opportunity through work to attend a meeting in Brussels, which coincided with a weekend, so I took the opportunity to extend my stay and see a little of the ‘Capital of Europe’ and also meet up with a friend I met and travelled with a little in Australia, Fabi.

I’ll update with a little more soon. But for now, here’s a festive picture of the Manneken Pis:

>A weekend in Berlin

>For a city that has endured so much in the last century, taking the 40min bus ride from Berlin’s Flughafen Tegel to the city center, on the face of it, reveals little in the way of the devastation brought about by years of conflict between 1939 and ’45.

Bold architectural statements now dominate the city, interspersed between the many historical buildings that remain or have been rebuilt post ’45. The first most striking of these is the Hauptbahnhof; an elegant glass structure that would seem to defy the conflicts that have so dominated Germany’s history. A structure built from the foundations of a renewed self belief and proclamation that Berlin has seen the last of conflict, for such a structure would, unlike those of masonry which still bare the scars of the past, stand the brutal consequences it brings.

And, of course, there is the addition to the refurbished Reichstag in 1999 by Norman Foster, which I chose to admire from the outside. Arriving late, having had to negotiate the men’s 50KM walk, taking place as part of the World Athletic Championships being held in Berlin, I refrained from part-taking in that supposedly very British pastime of queuing!

Like all major cities, Berlin has its fair share of museums and art galleries. Ordinarily as a tourist I would visit as many as possible in the time in which I’m in a place, but with marathon events taking place over the weekend, and with the weather being a pleasant 29C most days, I chose to spend my time meandering the streets, sitting in Café’s and taking time out in the Lustgarten to read and watch life (and the odd Marathon runner) go by.

No visit to Berlin is complete without going to see the last remnants of the Berlin Wall and ‘Checkpoint Charlie‘. It so happens that this year is the 20th anniversary since the momentous day when East Germans were allowed to visit the West. Crowds gathered on both sides of the wall resulting in some of the most memorable and historical moments ever captured on film, relayed the world over. It was the beginning of the end for the one physical entities of the Iron Curtain that had separated East from West, post WWII.

>Poland: Warsaw & Kracow

>It took the pending marriage of a very good friend for me to finally find myself in Poland. It has been high on my list of city breaks for some time, and rightly so, for Warsaw, and indeed Krakow, are two very different cities that offer great culture, history and architecture.

I grant you the above make for an alternative stag weekend, although I’d be lying if I were to say there was no alcohol involved. Increasingly more and more stag weekends take place abroad, and with the rise of low cost airlines and the relative low cost of living in many places in Eastern Europe, it makes for a great weekend where you can combine the offerings of a city break with those of drunken debauchery.

There were nine in our party with the majority of us flying from London Luton to Warsaw’s Chopin airport. We let 4 apartments, a 10-15 minute walk from the Old Town. The accommodation was faultless; our location on Noway Swait ideal; and the staff very helpful.

After settling in we convened outside out apartments and wandered over to Tam tam, on Foksal street for the first of many beers and some exceptional food. We later went on to the Piano Bar where they had a band providing live music (without the use of a Piano) before ending the night in the Underground Klub. Here we partyed the night away before realising we had a walking tour booked for 10am in the Old town.

Saturday afternoon I organised an afternoon Go-Karting via warsawstagnights.com. That afternoon we met Magda and Caronlia from warsawstagnights.com who had arranged transport to/from the imola track, 30mins outside Warsaw. After an hour or so on the track we headed back to the city to take up where we left off the night before. En route, Magda and Carolina were very helpful in making suggestions on places to eat and drink. On their recommendation we had an excellent dinner at U Kurcharzy before moving on to one of Warsaw’s more livlier Jazz club’s. Magda and co then joined us for drinks and so we spent the evening consuming Vodka and chatting away.

Sunday was just another day for myself. Being a lightweight, I hung around the apartment most of the day. I had arranged to meet a long standing friend for dinner in the evening, and so we spent the evening wining and dining. As a local of Warsaw you’d think my dear friend, Kasia, would be in the know about good places to eat out. We first tackled a Mexican restaurant by the name of Mexicana, just off Foksal street. With the menu being in Polish and Spanish, I opted for something that I thought I knew I was ordering: cerado – or beef. Needless to say what turned up resembled nothing like I had imagined. Apparently my face was a picture, and that alone was worth the cost of two mouthfuls I managed of that meal haha. At least we know for next time haha. After a brisk walk around the city we found our way back to Ul. Chimelna and Bar Muza. Here we spent the rest of the evening enjoying a much improved menu and excellent dinner with G&Ts all round.

Monday we had arranged to meet Magda again. She had kindly offered to take us to a milk bar; a hangover from the communist days where state canteens provided the basics in nutrition, cheaply. When I first heard of Milk bars, the first thing that sprung to mind was the scene from Stanley Kubricks, A Clockwork Orange, where the gang enter indulge in some narcotic-laced milk. There are no similarities! The name apparently came about as most of the offerings where dairy based. We ordered a selection of Pirogi, along with zurek and compot. Someone also sampled the goulash. Our order came to the princely sum of 50zl for 5 ppl! That compares to 1220zl for 9 people at U Kurcharzy (although that did include a couple of bottles of wine too). It was a sobering experience and a privilage to be have been able to eat in such a place. Many tourists who visit Warsaw visit without knowing such places exist, which is a shame. Thanks to Magda (again!) for showing us the real Warsaw.

After the Milk Bar experience Matt and I were staying on to travel to Krakow for a couple of nights. Magda being a true star helped us buy our tickets to Krakow – a very reasonable 92zl each, 1 way. We travelled second class and were lucky to have a carriage to ourselves. It has to be said travelling second class in Poland is a better experience than travelling second class in the UK. The journey was around 2 hr 55 min, and in that time we had tea, coffee and snacks served in our carriage. They also provided complimentry newspapers, and whilst my Polish was improving after 3.5 days in Warsaw, I decided not to tackle them.

We had booked our apartment in Krakow via the same people we used in Warsaw. It’s the first time I’ve travelled and used serviced apartments, but after my experience in Warsaw and Krakow I can say I’ll be looking to do it more in the future.

After checking in, we headed in to town to find the Barbican. Matt had arranged a segway tour at night. I had intended to go along too, but changed my mind being less enthused than Matt. It is not something that is on my 101 things to do before I die. Instead, I found myself in an Irish bar drinking Irish beer. I know what you’re thinking: Segway tour or a pint in an Irish bar? Segway all the way. In my defense, I had planned to spend the hour in a swanky polish bar, but it closed at 10pm. I should have done the Segway tour…

Tuesday we had an early start. Deciding against doing an orgainsed tour to Auschwitz, we consulted the latest edition of the lonely planet guide to Krakow. After 45mins of walking in search of the temporary bus station as mentioned in the guide book, we came full circle just in time to catch the 9:30 bus from the central bus station near the central train station. At least we got to see a little of the unseen krakow and experienced the well connected tram system (although we were at a loss as to how you buy a ticket). 40zl bought a return ticket to Oswiecim (better known as Auschwitz) for the two of us. That is a considerable saving on the price of an organised tour for 2 people – 180zl! Whilst the organised tour would include a guided tour of the complex and preferential access to the observation tower at Berkenau, I personally prefer to avoid tours as they do not offer a very personal experience.

Entry to Auschwitz is free, but we paid a nominal sum to watch a 15min video of soviet footage taken when those encarcerated were liberated. later we took a shuttle bus to the larger camp of Berkenau. You cannot help but be in awe of the scale of what took place at both Auschwitz, Berkenau and the many other such camps Europe. It is a poingant moment to bare witness to a place where so much tragedy took place. A stark reminder of the evil a section of humanity can be capable of.

On returning to Krakow, the rest of the day was spent checking out the shopping mall. For those who still believe Poland is a poor country, they need only visit Warsaw or Krakow to see how wrong they are. No doubt you will not find the same amenities in the smaller towns throughout Poland, but their size and choice of brands rival any ‘western’ equivalent.

>Zurich

>Flew to Zurich last weekend to meet up with friends from Australia who are visiting Friends and Family and at the same time incorporating a whistle stop world tour (again). Andrea & Darren run the hostel, My Place Backpackers I called home for 7 months in Adelaide, so we arranged to meet up in Zurich. Flew out on Friday morning leaving behind a rare day of sunshine in the UK (which bathed the new T5 at Heathrow in a yellow glow, showing off the inspired architecture of the terminal) only to arrive to a very grey and very wet Zurich.

On arrival, and having negotiated immigration etc, I took the train to Zurich HB for a very reasonable 6SFR. From there is was a short walk to my hotel, x-tra. After checking in and sorting some things out I met Andrea and Darren, of all places, in an English bar, Nelsons. It was great to see them both again. I hadn’t expected to see them so soon on leaving Adelaide in October. That evening we met up with some of Andrea’s other friends from Zurich for more drinks and dinner, before heading to a nice bar I don’t remember too much about, except I did eventually crawl under a table…

Saturday Andrea and Darren invited me to meet them in Konstanz, a town located on Lake Constance, Europes largest lake, situated in southern Germany, just a 90min train journey from Zurich at a cost of 30SFR (one way).

Sunday I spent walking the streets of Zurich, chiefly Hofbahnstrasse, which could be ranked as one of the most exclusive shopping streets in the world, with coverted designer labels flanking the 1.2km or so from Zurich HB to Zurich see (being a Sunday all shops were closed). From there I crossed over the river and walked the back streets and wound my way up to the University with its broad concourse and city-wide views taking in the spires of the many prominent churches that are dotted around Zurich, including one which I believe has the largest clockface in Europe.

Monday Andrea had asked if I’d like to join them for coffee in Winterthur, but having missed out on the shopping the previous day due to closure, and having a late afternoon flight, I decided to spend Monday shopping. The weather had picked up considerably, being a warm 32C (although at this point I had the beginnings of a cold which took the edge of things). The Rathauscafe offered a picturesque spot to have a coffee or two and soak up the afternoon sun and rest my feet. It would prove, more than likely, to be the only bit of good sunshine this side of next year given the awful summer of Britain. How I long to be travelling again, somewhere warm…

>IMAX Sydney

>How to kill an afternoon in Sydney when it rains once again, having already spent 2 months here and toured all the galleries? Answer: visit IMAX, which boasts the worlds biggest screen technology with some films in 3D. Francesca, Louise, a couple of their friends, and I watched the afternoon showing of “Dinosaurs”- in 3D – a 50min documentry about the pre-historic creatures and their being, from Patagonia. I have seen 3D movies before, namely when in Flordia back in the mid-90’s, and I vaugely remember reaching out like numerous of the kids did today who were probably seeing such images for the first time. Of course, from my first experience tehcnology has improved greatly and the clarity and realism of the movie today were fantastic. For the most part when the documentry was present-day you felt you were actually there with the paleontologist. At $18 it is not cheap, I must admit, but find yourself a voucher book, and save up to 20% of the ticket price. Concessions are also available for students and YHA card holders.

>Harbour Cruise

>Yesterday afternoon I joined Louise and Francesca, whom I met in Bali, for a coffee cruise around the harbour. The 2 and a half hour cruise tracked the coastlinke from Circular Quay up to Watsons Bay, across the harbour entrance passing Manly, taking in middle harbour before returning to Circular Quay. Thankfully the weather was good as it has been a little off since returning from Bali. Along the coast are some spectacular properties boasting spectacular price tags, some nestled in to the hillside having their own lifts to allow their occupants to carry whatever to and from the property.

Before leaving to meet them, I was sat in the lounge area of the hostel when someone approached me. When I looked up it was someone I met in the same hostel back in March, whom I’d also met randomly in Adelaide 4 months ago.

>From 30C to Minus 5

>in less than 24 hours. This evening Sabina and I ventured to Circular Quay in search of the bar made of ice. Minus 5, above the Lenin bar, and is a room kept at around -15C! For $30 you get one cocktail and to spend 30mins in the deep chill admiring the many ice sculptures from dolphins and swans, to the Eiffel Tower and Sydney’s own Opera House – even the furniture is made from ice, as well as the glass in which the cocktail is served (yes, I did eat some of my glass to prove it).

En route we passed by Customs House and saw barriers had been erected and people gathering. Sabina had been speaking with someone in her hostel to find out that the LA Galaxy’s are in town for an exhibition match. Putting two and two together she wanted to hang around to catch a glimpse of this ‘icon’. Two hours later, he finally makes an apperance and she got a photo for posterity. I was glad to be on our way to the pub! :p

>Bali

>And so, finally, a taste of Asia. It was everything and more I expected from this diverse continent, and I can see why so many backpackers throng there. Sabina and I arrived at Denpasar International Airport, which oddly enough is actually closer to Kuta (though don’t let anyone believe you can walk from the airport to Kuta with a backpack!). We flew Garuda Indonesia, an airline currently banned from operating in European airspace due to safety concerns, given two accidents this year. A fitting way to start a journey into the unexpected given Sabina nor I did much research for this trip.

We were staying in Legian, a bustling place between lively Kuta, which sadly bore the brunt of terrorist attacks, the latter of which was in 2005, killing many tourists – mostly Australian – and Seminyak, a more upmarket town 20mins walk or so north of Legian. In some respects first impressions were disappointing. Staying in a tour operator recommended hotel meant sharing with many Australians (great, given I just left Australia behind), and given we travelled unknowingly just after schools out there were a few Aussies doing great impressions of Brits abroad blankly refusing water and drinking Bintangs (beer) and Cocktails, often turning the pool in to a cocktail of its own with frequent spilages.

Leaving the hotel to venture around any of the towns is a big lesson in courtesy and self control, although not so much in Seminyak. For wherever you walk countless locals (although I’m told many are of Javanese descent, if not Javanese themselves) try to encourage you in to their shops with a variety of tactics from impersonating the Australian accent and coming out with things like ‘G’day mate’; perpetually asking if you would ‘buy something’, mostly offering you sunglasses even though you are wearing a pair; cheap clothes and wood carvings ‘cheap cheap’, and more often or not ‘only US$1 swiftly followed with ‘50000Rp, for luck, please’ (which is more like $5!) and then ‘for you sir, I give less, how much you pay?’. The latter two are quite amusing given they clearly have little interest in selling anything for US$1, and ‘I give less’ means nothing of the sort. One enterprising young man on the beach offered us sun lounges ‘for you sir, cheap cheap. Only 1000000Rp’ – which is roughly AUS$100! But looking past the sometimes desperation of the traders and accepting they are friendly enough in their approach, you can bare it, for tourism is the main employer on the Island of Bali, which has suffered acutely due to afforementioned terrorist attacks.

If offering you souvenirs were not enough, transport is another favoured money maker for the locals. It seems almost everyone has a scooter of motorbike, and the same number again for rent. They don’t seem to worry themselves with insurance or if you hold a valid licence, only that you pay cash at an agreeable rate. There are no shortage of backpackers taking them up on their offer, and what brave soles they are, for there are no identifiable road rules as such. Undertaking is common practice, as is driving in the middle of the road. Overtaking on bends is another favoured pass time to make driving all that more exhilirating. As for scooters and motorbikes, there seems scant regard for their whereabouts. If you see one you beep your horn, I guess to instruct them to move over or fall off, and if they see you before you see them they reciprocate. Everyone is equal in their right to the road it seems. For the not so brave soles willing to risk life nor limb there are no shortage of taxi’s, everyone without a paying fair upon seeing a tourist beeping their horn at least twice, more if you’re lucky and yell if you’d like ‘transport’, to alert you to their presence. Kind really, because finding out would be oh so difficult. A tip for travellers, always try to agree a fair price before getting in the taxi and ask them to switch their meter off. A trip from Kuta to Seminyak (if you can’t be bothered to walk the 20mins there) will set you back around Rp25000, and to Kuta around Rp40000 (50000Rp seems the going rate to/from the airport).

Whilst our trip to Bali was about relaxing, only a fool (or an Australian) would not think of exploring this small Island. In all we did two tours, the first via a company whose leaflet we picked up at the airport on arrival. US$22 each afforded us a car, a driver and a guide, with all fees such as those for watching the traditional Barong dance, temple entrance fees and gift to the local constabulary on seeing a waterfall. The day was more structured around arts and crafts, with stops at Silver, wood, and Batik shops where Balinese demonstrated their techniques of their crafts. Opportunities were also available, naturally, for you to part purchase the wares. We had lunch overlooking Lake Batur and a still active, yet for now dormant, Volcano.

Our second tour was more independent. Our guide from the first tour mentioned he worked freelance and was willing to be our guide if we hired a car. So, after some discussion that is what we did. We discussed what we wanted to see and then proposed our itinery to our guide, Made (pronounced Mad-ay). He brought along his brother to assist with driving and off we set to explore Bali at our will. We took in the Temple on the lake (it featuers on the reverse of the 50000Rp note), more rice terrace and mountains, stopping where some boys had two Fruit Bats, one Iguana and a very large python. For 10000Rp Sabina had her photograph taken holding the Fruit Bat. I opted to just take pictures, and guiltily did not pay for the privilage. For 150000Rp we also spent 30mins snorkling at Lovina (the usual price is apparently 200000Rp, but as Made knew the boat owner we had a discount. You can also snorkle for as long as you like, but we wanted to see more of the island above sea level), where we also had lunch in what was billed as a traditional Balaniese restaurant. However, it was more a restaurant with a ‘Warung’ sign (Warungs are commonplace, very small, and serve soley Indonesian cuisine). Nonetheless it was nice to have a meal whilst overlooking the traditional boats along the shoreline.

On our way south we stopped at the tallest waterfall in Bali. The path to the ‘fall is lined with souvenir shops and the chorus of ‘buy something’, ‘cheap cheap’, ‘only $1’ rang out from each that was open. Children even carried braclets and followed in tow trying to sell their parents offerings. At the ‘fall we took a dip much to the amusement of the other few tourists who venture north and tour around beyond the idylic setting of their hotel pool and bar. In all the cost of our independent tour came to US$40 each, but that includes 120000Rp for the car hire, 100000Rp for petrol, 150000Rp for snorkling, 65000Rp for lunch, 6000Rp to visit the waterfall, with the remainder making up what we gave to Made and his brother for their time. As an added bonus to our tour, Made very kindly took us to his home to have coffee and meet with his family. He also gave us a few Mangos from the tree that grows outside his home. It is the sort of experience every traveller should have the opportunity to do for it gives a true representation of Balinese life. The following day he and his wife came to our hotel to drop off some Arak (local rice drink akin to saki) for Sabina, and also gave us each a gift of a traditional balinese framed carving, and some arak for ourselves. For anyone who would like to arrange a tour independently, please let me know and I can pass on Made’s Email so arrangements can be discussed/made.

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