Friday, 30 October 2015

Pai

I got the bus to Pai a couple of days ago. Pai is out in the countryside but firmly on the backpacker trail. Unlike when I was cycling, I'm now literally following the crowd. Pai is fun though.

Yesterday morning one of the guys was heading out to find scooter school so I tagged along. We couldn't find the school so we just went and hired scooters anyway. Turns out you really don't need a lesson. They are easier than riding a bicycle. We ran into the group of people from the hostel in Chiangmai also hiring scooters so we joined them and formed a bike gang. There were 8 of us on 7 bikes so we're not quite ready to rumble with other gangs.

We rode up through the spectacular country side to a hilltop waterfall. We got there at the right time as hardly anyone else was around. The highlight of the waterfall, apart from the view, was a natural rock slide down into a pool below. Great fun. As we were leaving dozens of people arrived so we were pretty lucky. I couldn't stop laughing at this girl who kept slipping over. Her friend came to help her and slipped over too. It was too funny.

Up in the car park Mike managed to knock his bike over. It was just like dominoes. We managed to stop it at 4 bikes. My bike wasn't one of them so I also thought that was pretty funny.

Next we went to the hot springs. It was a great ride but there were some very steep hills. For the bikes with 2 people it was almost too much. The hot springs were really cool. Hot,  I mean.  It was warm bath temperature and crystal clear water. We could easily have stayed in there all day. Getting out was the only time I've felt cold in Thailand but we had to go before it got dark.

Last night I realised one of the guys from my hostel and one of the guys from the bikie gang were friends so we all went out last night. Today I'm heading to Pai Canyon. The others are coming to pick me up but I might go early. There's a BBQ tonight at one of the other hostels I'm going to before watching the world cup final. I made a bet with a kiwi couple here. If they win I do a nudie run. I we win they do a nudie run. They're stressing right out.

Wednesday, 28 October 2015

Activity day

Yesterday I went to ride a bike, torture an elephant and went white water rafting.

We went out into the jungle. It felt like I was in a video game again. Specifically, Crysis. The cycling was basically a gimmick to make the leaflet look better. We rode along a slightly hilly road for 4km. I realised how fit I've gotten when the other 2 guys on the tour and the guide struggled to get up the relatively small hills. I'd only just count them as hills. The highlight was seeing a baby sitting in the middle of the road just hanging out.

Then we arrived at the elephant camp. I didn't really have any interest in elephants at all. I say that I was torturing them because some do gooders at the hostel had a bit of a go at me saying I was  doing just that. So I told them my aim was to mistreat the elephants as much as possible. I told them I'd bring them back an ear each. One of the do gooders is in the bed above me and he has dengue fever. He has no problem sharing that with everyone in the hostel.

I don't know if the elephants are mistreated or not. But they seemed to be having a great time. Riding an elephant is probably the least fun thing you can do with an elephant. I'd have preferred to walk next to them. Having said that, it was still really cool. My elephant was a bit of a loose cannon. The guides control the elephants with voice commands and the elephants obey. But mine would sneak off into the bushes and ignore the guides until they got cross with her. She was also very touchy with the other elephants and us. She'd constantly be playing with the tails of other elephants and putting her trunk back to feel for us. Another group of elephants passed us in the opposite direction and she decided to grab one of their tails and follow them until the guide shouted at her. When I got off she came over to me and posed for a selfie. They have amazing eyes. They are just like people eyes.

After that we rode back to the camp on the bikes for lunch. We went off road a little bit on the way back which was fun.

The white water rafting was the main reason I booked the tour. This was the only tour that had a longer course. The water level is down as it is the dry season so it was 10km instead of 14km. The rapids were category 3 which isn't too bad at all but still fun. It was a really good way to see the jungle. We jumped out and swam in the quieter sections. We also saw some elephants taking a swim and some people washing them. That would have been way more enjoyable than riding around on one.

Today I'm going to Pai. Everyone is going to Pai at some point. Maybe everyone in the world. There is a big group of us from the hostel all getting the bus up. I don't actually know what there is to do in Pai, but many people said to go so I will. I think I'm going to hire a scooter and zoom around. I'll have to check if my travel insurance covers it. Dan's mate Dobbers came back from Pai covered in bandages from when he stacked his scooter and used his body to protect it. It's cheaper to fix himself than to fix a scooter.

Tuesday, 27 October 2015

Bangkok to Chiang Mai

I got the train last night to Chiang Mai. I didn't sleep as much as I would have liked. It was bumpy and noisy but otherwise comfortable. I woke up around 2:30am and couldn't get back to sleep so I read my book.

Chiang Mai is different to Bangkok. I went for a little walk but don't really know if I was in the centre of town or the outskirts. It is a sort of rural city. There are trees and grass but roads and shops as well. It's sort of like a village got out of hand but nobody thought to treat it like a city. I feel like I'm in a video game with really good graphics.

That was my first impression.

This is a new day:

I woke up pretty early this morning as I'd finally managed to sleep through the night. Across the road is a place that does breakfast so I had a great English breakfast. After that I sorted out my washing and went for a walk. Today is Buddhist lent which Buddhist people are (pretending to be) right into. No booze available today. I walked to a few of the temples and to be honest I feel the same about them as I do about churches. The first one stood out but when I realised there are dozens of them I was a bit nonplussed. I went inside one. I've seen similar people selling drugs out of an East london KFC. Lots of gold. Overweight. Subtle grin. Drooping eyelids, Foreign. Says he can get you the good shit. I bet his real name is something like Rico.

I decided to walk back but I'd lost myself completely. I had a red hot stab anyway. In Changmai it seems the similar shops group together. I walked down a children's bicycle Street, a speaker Street, a wicker Street and a furniture Street. Eventually I packed it in and got a tuk tuk. I didn't know the address (only the name) and neither did he but he got me pretty close and only moderately ripped me off.

I should say, Thai people are much less pushy than almost any other people I've been amongst. In Chang Mai they are worse than Bangkok but in both places they offer their services then leave you alone if you aren't interested. Here they make the original offer more aggressively. In Europe I've had people follow me for block after block harassing me to buy stuff. More than once (although only one time on this trip - in Budapest) it's gotten to the point that I've decided if they touch me I'll turn on them and (try to) deck them. There had to be a cut off point.

I got back to the hostel and chilled out for hours. I booked a tour for tomorrow through Aree. She owns this hostel and is the main reason why it gets such great reviews. She has an obsession for names and knows everyone who is staying here plus maybe 200 people who have recently stayed and are likely to pass back through. She is hyperactive and has a wicked, warped sense of humour. I love her. Winking is her natural state. When a new person comes she introduces them to everyone nearby so everybody knows everybody straight away. She also sells beer on the last day of Buddhist lent...

The tour I wanted didn't have enough people so when she'd introduce me to newly arrived people we'd try to convince them to join. I met a bunch of people this way (I ended up getting enough people for the tour) plus the people I met last night and we ended up staying up playing drinking games until now.

Oh, I went to the famous night markets too but they were really disappointing. Hundreds of stalls, all selling the same shit. The girl I went with wanted a selfie stick too and I had to tell her she's a f wit, which makes me sound bad.

So tomorrow I have to be up early. The tour involves riding a bike (back on the bike!) an elephant (it's humane. We eat it afterwards) and a white water raft (I'm going to mistreat the river too). I'm very excited.

Today I only took photos on the big camera and tomorrow might be the same, due to the water.

Is anyone still reading?

Oh, Arry has dogs too.

Sunday, 25 October 2015

Bangkok is awesome

I've been hopeless with blogging lately. When I was on my bike it was something to keep me occupied while I was resting after cycling. Staying in hostels it is more difficult to find the time. Not that I've done anything but sleep in the hostel.

I'm going to be honest, today was the first day I've been outside in Bangkok in the daytime. That doesn't mean I haven't been out in Bangkok though! There is so much to write about and some I probably shouldn't write about, but I might anyway.
My second night here I went to meet up with Dan. I lived with Dan in East London for a couple of months. He's been in Bangkok for 13 months teaching English and is about to leave for a job in China or South Korea. We met up in a pub in Nana not to far away and I ended up meeting his entire circle of expat friends. They were all extremely nice and welcoming to me, a tourist. There are about 20 of them from Australia, the UK, Ireland and one insane yank. I realise now that that was a quiet night out in Bangkok.

We went and played some pool. A hooker kicked one of the guys while he was taking his shot so he went after her with a pool stick (I don't know how to spell queue when it is a pool one). I saw my first seedy middle aged men with young Thai girls. I assume these Thai girls are just into older men. Maybe they are mail order husbands? We ended up getting thrown out of a bar because one of the blokes threw his shoe at the bar staff. We found out later that he did it because he didn't like the music. Fair enough. Apparently he's lost many shoes this way.

The next day I slept all day.

The next night I met up with Dan again and we went to Nana Plaza. It is one of the more debauched parts of a very debauched city. People have warned me to watch out for lady boys but they seemed to be extremely easy to spot. Look for the men wearing make up. We went to a place Dan has been to before and the grumpy cow that runs the place remembers him. She said something in Thai to Mhon (Dan's girlfriend) as soon as we sat down. Mhon says she just told her to take us somewhere else but I suspect it was much worse than that because Mhon wouldn't tell us. Dan told her off and we left.

We went to a club called spankers. I'm trying very hard to not make Nana Plaza sound like what it is but I don't know that I can. When you go in some scantily clad girls hit you with these foam bats. It is hilarious. More scantily clad girls are up on stage hitting each other. They tried to get me to hit them but I really didn't want to. I don't think it actually hurts but I'm really not into hitting people. So I gave them all a good kicking instead. That's a joke. We stayed for 20 minutes until the novelty wore off.

The entire area was actually repulsive. I generally don't care about many things but it just left a bad taste in my mouth (not literally). I was shocked by how naturally the middle aged men were going from club to club buying women. They seemed proud. It's wrong to judge people, except really it isn't at all. So I'm going to judge them. How can you possibly be proud that you're too fat, ugly, old and flabby to get girls without paying desperate third world girls, you sweaty manboobed cretins? Still, it was pretty funny.

Shit, am I middle aged?

After that we went to Khao San. It is a party street. It was bustling with energy. There are lots of foreigners there. We met Applebury, Dan's insane yank mate. He is a really nice guy but if Khao San is a hurricane of activity Applebury is a tornado amongst it. He knows the staff at one of the places so we went there. Him knowing the staff didn't seem to afford us any benefits but it was still fun. Applebury tore around gathering up strangers and singing and stuff. The next night he asked everyone he came across if they wanted to build a snowman. Then launched into the full song from frozen. It freaked people right out.

People come up constantly trying to sell you scorpions. I've never had to say "I don't want to eat a scorpion, I'm full" so many times. There was a guy doing this absolutely amazing card trick. He said if I bought his pack he'd teach me, which he did. I can't wait to show my students. I think I got video. It isn't that amazing. One of the blokes had an aunt visiting and for some reason she poured an entire beer over my head. Everyone decided they'd buy me a wristband. I won't tell you what it says. I can't imagine a worse one though.

We went to a club later and I lost everyone. I was hanging around with some Americans I met for a while then decided it was home time. I bought a Pad Thai and got a tuk tuk. I told the driver he had to go fast and he did. He was like the Lewis Hamilton of tuk tuk drivers. I sat in the back trying to chopstick Pad Thai into my fat face, directing the tuk tuk driver to go near other tuk tuks so I could yell at the other tourists in the back. Which he did. Then we'd speed off. A few trued to race us but we were too quick. It was probably the most fun I've ever had. It was a little bit surreal actually. When we got back I gave him and extra 50 because, as he said "I'm the fastest driver for you".

Last night was Dan's leaving party. I was supposed to get a taxi to Applebury's apartment. Mhon sent the address in English and Thai so I got a taxi. The driver took me to the wrong apartment. So we drove around, then he went to his house to get a phone but couldn't get a hold of whoever he was ringing. He stopped and asked for directions and these guys googled it for him, but it was the wrong apartment block again. So we kept going. At one point we were driving through a police station car park. I started getting cross and he told me he doesn't know Thai or English very well! After 2 hours I started to get a little suspicious. His licence didn't have his photo so I decided to just bail. I told him I'm getting out cause it was ridiculous and he got really upset. So I told him nobody can be this shit of a taxi driver and I reckon he's running a scam on me and he went "no no I'm a good taxi driver!"  I kept flipping between feeling sorry for him and being cross with him. In hindsight I don't think he was running a scam. I actually feel bad about how I spoke to him but 2 bloody hours and 2 wrong destinations! I ended up paying him what was on the meter because I think he was having a shit night too.

We went to JJ Green. It's a big area where the weekend markets are held. We had drinks and food there and watched Chelsea get rolled by West Ham. There was a guy playing guitar at the place we were at so Dan got up and asked to play while Lily, one of the girls with us, sang. It was incredible. Dan is a brilliant guitarist. As in a tertiary trained guitarist and he busted out wonderwall and sweet child of mine. I don't know if they're hard to play but he nailed them both. I felt a little sorry for the guitarist who had to take back over.

We went back to Khao San to the same place as the previous night. There were more people there last night so Applebury ran amongst them, gathering up new people to be friends with. I don't know if he found anyone to build a snowman.

When Khao San shuts down the military come through and forces everyone off the street. I saw them getting ready to do this but we left before it happened. A few of us needed to use a toilet but the ones on the street were closed. So Dan, Mhon and Lily went into this hotel or something and I followed. We stuck past reception and went up the stairs. When we were a few flights up Dan turned to me and asked if I knew where we were, which I didn't. We'd snuck into a police station!

Today I woke up and checked out. I just got back from the train station. I went to buy a ticket on the overnight train to Chiang Mai tonight. The taxi driver who took me there was really friendly. The one who brought me back may be the happiest man on earth. When he found out I was Australian he told me about his daughter, who married an Aussie. Then he grabbed some photos and showed me pictures of them and his grandson! He was beaming with pride.

I'm going to head north for a while then come back to Bangkok for 5 or 6 days before I leave for Vietnam. I still don't have a visa.

My phone has been flat so I don't think I have many good photos, if any.

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

Berlin to Bangkok

Today marks the day Marty Mcfly arrives from 1985 in Back to the Future I I. It is also 3 months since I left London.

I got to Bangkok this morning. I've only driven to the hostel in a taxi so I'm not sure I have an accurate opinion yet. The taxi driver barely even ripped me off and there wasn't a swarm of drivers outside the airport harassing me like I was told to expect. In fact it was all very civilised.

The flight was fairly awful, like they usually are. I didn't sleep at all on the plane so when I got to the hostel that's all I wanted to do. Check in wasn't for another 3 hours so I found a bean bag and went to sleep on that for 4 hours, then checked in and went to sleep again. It's now 1:20am and I'm wide awake and hungry.

I went downstairs to get something to drink and it was like daylight outside. The place is glowing. I couldn't even tell what was lightning the street up, it was just a glow from everywhere. I want to go out and have a look around but I'm not sure it would be a good time to explore a strange city.

Krakow to Berlin

Not much to report. Yesterday I checked out of the hostel in Krakow and sat around waiting until it was time to go to the airport. I got into Berlin last night and intended on staying in the airport but sleepinginairports.com said Tegal is one of the worst. It's also not far from the city and the hostels were under 10 euros so I went to one to sleep. It would have been nice to spend more time in Berlin.

I'm just back at the airport having breakfast. My time in Europe is coming to an end and it has been grand. I followed the coast, the Loire river, various canals, the Rhine and the Danube on my bike. Sometimes I see obscure little places on the news and recognise them. I can't wait to watch the Tour de France.

I managed to see the 3 cities I wanted to see: Budapest, Prague and Krakow. They lived up to expectations. Krakow especially impressed me with its relaxed vibe. Not to mention everyone there is really really incredibly good looking (except the tourists) The bonus cities, Vienna and Bratislava were fantastic too.

I visited numerous war cemeteries and battlefields, landing sites and museums. I even got to fire some of the guns from WW2 (thanks Mick)! Now, like any good world war, it is time to finish up in Europe and continue in Asia for a while.

I better go do airport stuff. So my next post will most likely be from Bangkok in a day or two.

Monday, 19 October 2015

Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it

Today I went to the Auschwitz-Birkenau camps.

I took a tour from Krakow because I thought it would be easier. Lucky I did because between 10am and 3pm you can't get in as an individual. Having said that, it would be a much better experience to come early and take your time. We were herded around like cattle. Ironically, the place really isn't designed for that. They could just put conveyor belts down like when you go to see the crown jewels. More than once I was overtaken by other tours rushing through. Or they'd just walk into me. The tour guide was very knowledgeable but didn't do a very good job of connecting us to where we were. Too much info about logistics, not enough stories. But it was still great and I won't whine any further (sorry Anne).

On the way from Krakow they showed us a video from the liberation of Auschwitz. A girl on the bus asked the guide if she could put the subtitles on as she was hearing impaired. I thought it'd be kind of funny if she thought she was on the bus to a deaf camp only to discover it was actually a death camp. I think that makes me a bad person.

The video was actually one of the most horrible things I've seen. Aunty Julie I know you don't like reading about this stuff so skip this paragraph. Before the camp was liberated the Nazis tried to exterminate as many people as possible. The ovens couldn't cope so they started pyres outside to burn the bodies and the video showed the half burned bodies. I don't mean partly burned. I mean shoulders and heads the were outside the fire and remained intact while the rest was ash. It was nightmarish. They also showed Soviet doctors examining a toddlers corpse like it was a chicken being prepared. Oh and they showed the remains of the gold teeth removal. It seems that they wouldn't just pull the teeth out but remove the entire upper palette. It was disturbing.

They didn't have footage of the moment of liberation. The Soviets wanted to present a certain image, so a few weeks after liberation they got some former prisoners to go back and pretend to be liberated. It was quite obviously faked. They'd be looking all miserable then 3 army guys would march up, lift the bar and the prisoners would wave their hats and hug people. The cameraman said the real moment of liberation was nothing like that.

At the camp we had to go through airport security then gathered outside the famous sign. I don't know what it says but I took a photo. The translation is roughly "work will set you free". Who said the Germans don't have a sense of humour?

Auschwitz I is the smaller camp which is virtually completely intact and unchanged. The individual barracks now house different exhibits. The one most people know is the hair. The prisoners' hair was used to make socks for submariners and felt stockings for whoever it is that wears felt stockings. The hair was actually shaved off after they were killed. It is shocking to see as it represents the reality of what happened, but at the same time it is a big pile of hair. I spotted a plaited blonde lock of hair amongst it that stood out and wonder if that is something everyone notices.

Later the guide told us that the ashes from the crematoriums were thrown in the river or used as a raw ingredient in fertiliser. Throughout history people have considered other races or groups to be subhuman or animals. As an Australian I usually just pretend I didn't hear or act like I don't know what people are talking about when people mention the 'fauna' in our legislation (really tempted to tell your fauna story here, Sal). I can't say I've ever heard of people treating other people as products until today. They're people; not sheep; not fertiliser.  Seriously wtf?

There was also a room full of suitcases, a room of shoes, a room of various brushes, a room of eye glasses and a room of artificial limbs and a collection of zyklon b canisters. It's important to remember how those things got there otherwise it seems like I went to an exhibition on hoarders. They had a zyklon b canister with some of the pellets behind a glass case. That didn't seem safe to me.

Another section showed the living conditions at various stages of the camp's operation. It ranged from sleeping on straw, to sleeping on blankets, to sleeping on bunks. This section was also lined with the registration photos of some Jewish prisoners. I'm not sure if they were random people or people who had lived in that barracks. All of them died though. This was probably the most moving part of the visit for me. You can see the sadness in their eyes. Even the ones putting on a brave face. I noticed two younger girls that looked alike in the photos who were obviously sisters. I hope they were together when they died.

We also saw a reconstruction of the wall where prisoners were shot and the gallows. The wall is now a bit of a shrine in remembrance of the victims. The gallows are just a metal bar to put a rope around. They had afternoon hangings routinely. They'd also flog prisoners which usually killed them; put them in those standing cells which seem to be a favourite method of torture throughout history; and hang them from a hook by the arms. Their arms were crossed behind their back for this so it would dislocate their shoulders. They also had suffocation cells and starvation cells (not sure why they had a special cell, surely any cell could be a starvation cell) for when they wanted to kill people in a particularly cruel way.

The final part of the visit to Auschwitz I was the gas chamber. It was the smallest of 5 (I think) and the only remaining one. The other 4 were at Birkenau and were destroyed by the Nazis before they left. This gas chamber wasn't done up to look like a shower. It was just a grey room. It is likely some people knew they were going to be killed as the ovens were in the next room and the building had a large brick chimney.

It seems likely they would have an idea of what was going on, but then again I have grown up in a world where a country has inflicted industrialised murder on an entire race of people. They hadn't. If it didn't happen already I don't know if I'd ever seriously believe it could happen. So maybe they weren't capable of believing or forming a correct idea of what that big chimney was for.

We went over to the Birkenau camp afterwards. It is also called Auschwitz I I. It is the camp from Schindler's list and is enormous. Not many of the buildings remain but the ruins are clear on the site. The buildings here were wooden which is one of the reasons they don't exist anymore. The Nazis could burn them before they left. When I say it is enormous I mean kilometres long by kilometres wide.

The train would come straight into the camp through the 'gate of death'. The prisoners would be unloaded from cattle cars and the dead removed. Often they'd have been in transit with no toilet, food or water for days. They'd line up in two columns. Women and children on one side and men on the other. A doctor would inspect them and choose those capable of working. The rest - almost all of them - would be sent down the track to the showers. They were never registered. They'd be put into change rooms and forced to strip. The change rooms had pegs so they could hang their clothes up neatly without them getting lost. Some would be given soap and towels. They'd enter the shower room next door and the doors would shut. A chute would open above them and a canister would drop in. The zyklon b causes them to suffocate internally. So they take a few minutes to die. After 30 minutes the ventilation is turned back on and the bodies are taken to an elevator up to the building above. Their hair is shaved and their teeth checked for gold. Then they are cremated. That is my poor retelling of the experience the extreme majority of people had of the camp.

Those selected for work were registered, had their photo taken and were placed in barracks. I remember at the imperial war museum in London there was a story of a prisoner who would shuffle along past the newly arrived prisoners muttering 'you're 18, you're a carpenter' so they would know to say they weren't children and they could work. He apparently saved many lives. Most of them would instead die of starvation, disease or in the gas chambers later, but not all.

They were crammed into wooden huts lined with bunk beds. They weren't heated and weren't plumbed. I think she said there were 19 huts in each row and the end hut was the wash room and toilets.  Each set of 19 huts held around 15 thousand people I think. The toilets were communal and toilet time was in the morning. I counted 3 rows with 64 toilets in each. They were just like long benches with holes in them. You'd be touching cheeks with your neighbour.

In between the ruins of the big main gas chambers there was a memorial monument. We couldn't go too close as an Israeli school group was having a ceremony. They started singing which was lovely although I have no idea what they were singing. It sounded like Christmas carols but that seems unlikely.

I asked the guide what the feelings of average Polish people towards the Jews were at the time. She said that Jews were fairly well integrated into Polish society and there was no general ill will. At Mauthausen, remember, the local population went on the great hare hunt when 400 people escaped. She also said that the people knew these camps existed and there were rumours they were for killing people. It was even reported on the BBC in 1943.

I also asked if any capos (work supervisors) were convicted after the war. She said quite a few were. One was a female who had been a leader of the Polish resistance. She was sentenced to death when she was caught but because she spoke German she was instead sent to a work camp instead. She rose to the highest position a prisoner could attain within the prisoner hierarchy and was known for her brutality. She was sentenced to 10 years in prison after being liberated. From prison. The line between victim and perpetrator seems blurry.

I feel all the emotions you'd expect when confronted with such horror but underlying it all is a kind of shocked confusion. What the hell did those Nazis decide to get up to? Do they even know what they've done? Are they proud of this? Can they look their children in the eye? How can this be allowed to happen? How can you get a whole country on board? How can you get some people to actually go through with it? How can you get companies to participate? How can you keep it hidden for so long? Wtf humanity. How did this happen?

I just don't understand.

After we left we got to participate in our bus driver's fantasy of being an f1 driver. He zoomed back to Krakow overtaking into oncoming traffic, cutting people off and making me very nervous.

Photos are:

Lovely day for a stroll through a death camp.

The famous sign, which you can barely see. Sorry.

Confiscated pots and pans, suitcases, shoes and brushes. Photographing the hair was forbidden and rightly so I think.

A candle left by the Pope in the starvation room. A priest in the camp offered to take the place of another condemned prisoner and was starved to death in that room. He was later canonised.

The standing rooms. There are 4. They're so prisoners can't sit or lay down.

The wall where prisoners were executed by shooting. It's a memorial now.

The gas chamber. Bad photo but there isn't much to see.

The ovens.

The gas chamber/crematorium complex. It was only small with a large ominous looking chimney.

A rail car for transporting prisoner to Birkenau.

The bathroom hut.

The toilets.

The remains of one of the big gas chambers.

The gate of death. It looks like a face.

The gate of death from further away.























Saturday, 17 October 2015

Krakow: Fury Road

I didn't do a whole lot yesterday. Had a sleep in then went for a wander into the main square which is just around the corner. While I was there I ran into a guy that was in my room at the Hostel in Prague. He was on his way to an iconic library not far from where we were so I went with him. It was a cool building but we couldn't get in to have a look around. We had to register, which required queuing to have our photos taken, which was taking about 10 minutes per person and there were 5 people before us.

Today I decided to go wander the streets aimlessly. It is one of my favourite things to do and something you can generally only do on your own. I have no idea where I went. I think I did a big wide spiral outside the old town. The streets are all really nice here. It seems really relaxed. Nobody is in too much of a hurry and no place is too packed. I took some photos of some of the streets, not because there was anything special about them but because they were so average yet pleasant.

At the start of the wander I ended up over near the train station and I saw a sinister looking steam train pull into the station. The engine was all black and angular like I haven't seen before on a steam engine and the carriages were wooden, painted a dull green. I think it might have been one of the trains from the holocaust. I googled to see if maybe it is the one from Schindler's List but I don't think it was. It really was an evil looking train. If it was in Thomas the Tank Engine it would probably be voiced by Alan Rickman. It was gone before I could get a photo and I wasn't going to chase it like a nerd train spotter.

I kept wandering and ended up at the castle, purely by accident. It is one of the bigger ones and looks pretty castle-ly (my phone recognises that as a real word now) except that it is made from horrible orange bricks. Any minecraft player knows that castles made from bricks look rubbish.

After that I found a few different churches. I actually have no idea of the names of the places or history of any of these things. One of the churches (I'm going to say it was the Augustine church because that was the street it was on) had a group of people outside dressed like they were about to put on a performance of Robin Hood. I'm not sure what that was about. Around the corner was a much nicer looking church and I arrived as everyone was departing from a wedding.

I also found a few nice smaller squares and some statues and sculptures. Some girls asked me if I wanted to go to a strip club. Later a man asked me if there was a place for lap dancing but I couldn't remember where those girls were as I'd walked quite a ways.

Eventually I came back to a place I recognised and found my way back to the hostel through the flower markets. Tonight I'm going to head out with a kiwi at the hostel to watch the rugby. Heading to Auschwitz tomorrow and Thailand the day after. I don't know if I mentioned that in previous blogs. I'm skipping Russia and China as I don't have the money to get visas and also afford the trip. It's pretty disappointing but at the same time I really don't care that much. I'll just have to do it another time.

I'm just going to post a bunch of photos from today with no explanation. Except the car. The gold on it is the smallest denomination coins you can get here. They are worth roughly a quarter of a euro cent and I cannot fathom how they can be worth making.