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Strasbourg & Dusseldorf

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Tonight we are packed and ready for our flight to Thailand which departs at 230pm from Düsseldorf Flughafen. Sadly, we say goodbye to Europe – what a fantastic time we have had since we arrived in Istanbul 3 months and 1 week ago. We are now very much looking forward to the last phase of our journey, which includes 8 days in Phuket, 8 days in Krabi and 6 days in KL. We will fly home from KL on Wednesday January 22 and arrive into Melbourne early morning on Thursday January 23.

The lead up to Christmas in Strasbourg saw us exploring a huge military museum called MM Park. The museum houses an impressive collection of large and small arms, ammunition, trucks, tanks, other motorised troop carrying vehicles and uniforms. There’s even the top part of a U Boat, an actual Naval vessel and a couple of planes! In my opinion, the stand out feature at this museum is the collections are from many countries: US, Bulgarian, French, German, Italian, Russian, English and even Canadian. The displays are full sized – rooms with row after row of vehicles. Rod and I figured what else do you do with all the hardware armed forces leave behind once the war was over. A large part of the museum was dedicated to the 120 French civilian men and women who were trained to act as spies for the allied forces under a plan called Operation Sussex. So brave.

On the drive to the MM Park, I said to Rod, “What sort of weirdos go to a war museum 2 days before Christmas” We laughed, turns out quite a few actually! Afterwards, we balanced this activity with a trip to the Schaal Chocolate Factory – a family run company which has been operating in various forms since 1871. We learned their raw products are sourced from Ecuador and France and that it’s a 6 year apprenticeship to be a chocolatier! The museum smelled absolutely divine and for 3 people who hadn’t had lunch, those free samples were a welcome delight. At different points, both Rod and Hamish said to me, “You can have as many free samples as you like – no one checks!”

Christmas Eve we booked an Escape Room experience. Years ago, we completed a board game version of this, where you need to solve puzzles and clues to ‘escape’ or win I guess, but we’d never actually done this at a dedicated place. We made our way there via tram and had a bit of lunch in a park as we were a bit too early. Celia our host met us at the front door and stepped us through how it would all work and that there would be multiple puzzles to solve concurrently and to use each other’s skills as effectively as we could. I am sure deep down, we thought we would beat this challenge – no one actually said this, but I could tell – we approached it with confidence.

We were given an item each and put on a lab coat. Our scenario was to collect specimens in a lab before a virus mutates – kind of zombie apocalypse. The first room was the entrance to the lab. The floor and walls were blood smeared and the room was lit with a yellow light – a proper immersive experience! Boy it was hard. Took us 10 minutes to get into the actual lab! Hamish’s idea to look through a bin was correct where we found a key, which unlocked a cabinet which housed a puzzle. We had to solve the puzzle then key the code into the door. At one point I thought, we’re not even going to get into the lab!

Once in the lab there were multiple puzzles to solve. Took us ages – at certain points, Celia prompted us which helped. Hamish worked out a code on the computer, Rod worked out a code with books and I just kind of organised everyone. There was a ‘dead’ scientist in a locked cell – we had to get a key from his hand to open the cell to find other clues (and a hidden passage). Bravely Hamish and I sent Rod into this enclosed space whilst we worked on something else. At one point, there is loud banging on one of the doors: Rod and Hamish: “Should we open it?” Me: “No way! Haven’t you seen zombie movies? We open for no one!” It was just a ploy to rattle us and it worked! Long story short, we ended up finding 4 of the 6 or 7 vials but ran out of time. Celia was nice and told us we did better than most people – the room has a 50% success rate, so it’s tough. Thoroughly recommend getting a group of your friends together giving this a go – lots of fun.

Once back outside we debriefed about the adventure all the way to the Christmas market. It was surprisingly not too busy, but we did note a large presence of heavily armed police. Certainly something we’re not used to in Australia, but the Christmas Markets have been targeted over the years, so it’s not unusual for this time of year. We got one last gluwein and a pretzel for Hamish, walked around and caught the tram home.

Christmas Day was crisp and sunny – perfect. This is our 3rd European Christmas and each has been blue skies and sunshine. No complaints from us! We had a pre-lunch walk to the canal and a longer afternoon walk to the next village and home along the canal. It’s a very picturesque part of the world and we talked about how good it would be to have bikes here!

Boxing Day we drove to Düsseldorf where we have been catching up with Mattia and his beautiful family: Inna and Baby Marco. Rod and I agreed this was the perfect way to end our trip to Europe. It is 9 years since we stayed with Mattia’s parents and it was certainly lovely to spend time with them again. Marco took to the Bluey presents we gave him – so we have started something there! Last night we had a bit too much fun, so we have been a little dusty today…Tonight the three of us walked back to Mattia’s to have dinner and to say our goodbyes. We hope to see them in Australia in the next few years for a visit.

The Electric Car by Rod

The electric hire car has certainly added another layer of stress to our journey. Having to find charging stations, figure out how to use them (they all seem a bit different, if indeed they work at all), wonder how and how much we are paying for their use and waiting for the car to charge have all been annoying.

When we arrived in Düsseldorf there was an extra challenge; finding a place to park the car. This is notoriously difficult in Düsseldorf. I manage to find a small spot a couple of blocks from our apartment, which appears to be a pay for service spot, rather than a resident’s permit only space. Fortunately, it’s Boxing Day, so I will not need to pay until tomorrow morning. In the meantime we catch up with Mattia, who tells us we can bring the car over the next day and park in his apartment car park, since neighbours are away. What a relief! We have a couple of hours of paid parking in the morning to get through when Belinda has the brilliant idea of moving the car to a charging station for that time and top up the battery at the same time! I check several of the local stations, but you need to supply your own cable. I check the car, but cannot find a cable! Thwarted again.

There has also been an ongoing saga with the rental company. A few days ago I tried to connect at a charging station. It would not accept the Hertz-supplied fob/tag. So I foolishly tried to use my credit card. Still no luck. An hour later I check my bank account and find that the company has taken $66 out of my bank account! I contact Hertz, not thinking they could actually do anything, but not knowing who else to call? They have since sent many emails indicating they do not really know what I am talking about. Hopefully we can sort this out when we return the car tomorrow, but it will no doubt be confusing.

The electric car has been very nice to drive but it is a totally inappropriate vehicle for a journey such as ours.

Munich

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Be warned: this is a long blog, grab a cool drink!

Our week in Munich has come to an end. Rod and I are currently sitting on our bed (Hamish is on his, upstairs) resting after a HUGE serve of schnitzel and pommes (chips) for lunch. Rod and I both said we could have shared one between us – Hamish suggested he didn’t need to share his schnitzel and in fact, polished off a big portion of my chips. The kid is unstoppable! We are about to go to the Transport Museum, mostly because it’s across the street from our apartment. Read on for a recap of our week!

Friday – Walking tour, Christmas market and Hofbrauhaus

Our cold weather gear had been serving us well; that was until our walking tour Friday morning. It was -1 degree and breezy whilst we waited in Marienplatz for our tour to begin. Hamish and I did laps of the Christmas market looking for hot chocolate, but alas, there were only alcoholic beverages (and at 10:30 am I felt this was a little too early even for us!). Not cool Munich – I bought some slivered almonds coated in chocolate and between the 3 of us they lasted about a minute! We joined a large group of English-speaking people and were shown some of the sites of Munich.

It started with the famous Glockenspiel in the town square of Marienplatz. The figures reenact two pivotal moments in Munich’s history: a battle victory and a wedding, with a 16 day party afterwards…or so the story goes. It was a cute little thing to see; I noticed a lady from another tour group filming the whole thing (over 10 minutes worth!). I said to Rod, imagine getting back home and forcing someone to watch your 10 minute video of some life sized puppets way up high on a clock tower that you can barely see. Still, who are we to judge someone else’s idea of excellent cinematography?

We then walked under the tower into the square beneath the Rathaus (Government building). I am sure those workers love listening to that Glockenspiel ring for 10 minutes twice a day! Our guide told us about some of the architecture, the spire and something about some of the statues situated on the building. At this point I am regretting not wearing my woollen socks. I also scour the small market stalls for hot drinks.

Our next stop is the very large and very ornate Munich Cathedral. To my untrained eye, the Rathaus looked like a Cathedral and the Cathedral looked like a Government building! Inside, the ceilings are incredible and the stained glass windows very impressive. Our guide tells us a folk story about the devil’s footprint on one of the tiles and if your foot fits you are destined to become mad for the rest of your life. Rod of course had to try his foot in this tile and of course it fit. I can confirm no change in his mental status since. Lucky it’s a folk tale! I hear one of the British girls say to her friend “I think I have overestimated the warmth of my tights today…” I don’t think it mattered how many layers you wore that day, stopping every 5 minutes for a 15 minute story was never going to warm you up. The guide can see we are struggling with the temperatures, so her next destination is in what feels like an outdoor shopping mall. To be fair, it’s out of the freezing wind, though I hear the girls from the UK state how much warmer it was in the cathedral.

Our next destination takes us to the ‘Field Marshall’s Hall’ a public place where in 1933 the socialist party, lead by Hitler, attempted a coup. Four police were killed in the uprising and the plaque below commemorates them. I leave the group to look around, get a couple of photos and keep moving. Despite my usually very warm gloves, my fingers are frozen. Hamish is a gentleman and gives me his gloves, or holds my hands when we stop so I can try and warm them up. Not to throw shade on Rod, he hugs me whenever he can too! Hamish says, “Good news – only 40 minutes to go Mum” I swear this will be our last walking tour.

We walk to the last destination which is the Hofbrauhaus – the most famous in Munich (probably the world) where Hitler held his meetings prior to (and after) the uprising. We walk up the stairs to a foyer that is perfectly heated. Again hard for Rod and I to believe Hitler had walked up those stairs and held meetings in this part of the beer hall – and we’re standing there 90 years later!

Thankfully the tour is over and we head into the brew house for lunch. I order the big beer which is 1 Litre! I need two hands to lift it. We share a platter and some sausages, then we buy a BIG pretzel – because we haven’t flown all this way to have regrets. The beer hall has a resident band playing ‘oom-pah-pah’ tunes, which provides a great atmosphere. Our tram trip home seems to take forever and Rod and I are pleased the apartment has toilets on the ground floor; cold + lots of beer puts strain on the old bladder!

For the record, no beer was consumed by Hamish.

Saturday – Deutsches Museum (by Rod)

The Deutsches Museum is the largest Science/Technology museum in Europe, so it’s on our agenda – it can’t all be beer and pretzels! I have downloaded the app and a scroll through the menu suggests we should start with the “extended highlights” tour of the museum. This will include visits to the best exhibits in most of the popular sections of the museum. It tells me to start by visiting “Theo” in the Robotics sections. As I write this (4 days later) I have not yet found Theo, or any of his other Robotics mates. Instead, we land in the “Light” section. Lots of hands-on and written material about the (still confusing) particle vs wave models of light. I keep an eye out for Schrodinger’s cat, to no avail – perhaps he is hanging out with Theo in Robotics.

We spend a lot of time in the modern and historical flight sections. Fantastic displays of actual sections of aircraft, or even whole aircraft, as well as many models and a lot of fascinating information. You could really soak up a lot of detail in here. We try not to get bogged down, though, as Theo is probably dying to meet us. Moving on we encounter sections dealing with Music/instruments, Chemistry and Astronautics, which is just amazing. The place is huge but we eventually find the rooftop restaurant for a spot of lunch. Another bun-fight as we try to claim a table. It’s packed and one can only wonder how busy these places get in high season. Most places we have been on this trip have been crawling with tourists. Everyone seems to be traveling these days.

Sunday – Olympic Stadium (Rod and Hamish) – Dachau (Belinda)

When we arrived in Munich, I booked a tour to the local concentration camp Dachau. I had chosen not to visit Mauthausen whilst in Linz – after the Terror Museum in Budapest, I’d not the emotional strength for it. However, in order to remember and honour the people who had lost their lives in the Holocaust, it is a small sacrifice for me for one day. Rod and Hamish have planned their day and Rod will write about this below. We travelled into the city together and the boys dropped me off at the tour operators shop with a plan to meet back there at 3:30 pm that afternoon. Our tour groups were split in two – my group was about 15 people and our guide Jake (an amusing, sarcastic, former teacher and very well-liked American) led us to the hauptbahnhof. Dachau is a small town about 20km NW of Munich but is of course known for the camp and we used public transport to get there and back. Whilst on the platform, we all introduced ourselves (name, country of origin) and I discovered two Australian couples – one from SA and one from the NT. It was really nice talking to them throughout the day and hearing about their travels and their lives back in Australia. Jake collectively called us “Team Aus.”

Dachau is the oldest camp in Germany. It was set up in 1933 for ‘political prisoners’ (this could be anyone!). In the 30’s, the inmates were treated like prisoners, with days off, personal effects and letter writing allowed. This all changed when Germany invaded Poland and the Nazi’s ramped up work camps and death camps. Dachau was a work camp, a training site for the SS, was run by the SS and was the main camp of over 100 work camps in Germany. It was brutal and I don’t need to go into the details of how the inmates were treated – the mostly men, were literally worked to death. It wasn’t hard to imagine the harsh conditions as we stood on the parade ground in the cold with no protection from the strong winds. The camp was liberated by the US armed forces in 1945 and their accounts are well documented. Check out a movie called ‘Lee’ about a US fashion photographer who became a war correspondent – she photographed the Dachau liberation (I haven’t seen it, but have heard about it).

Hamish and I wave goodbye to Belinda and get on a tram (literally right outside the cafe door) towards the Munich (1972) Olympic Stadium. The tram deposits us a short walk away, through lovely gardens, from the stadium. It’s pretty chilly/breezy, but a bit sunny and not as cold as previous days. We get to the stadium to find most of it fenced off, but we eventually find the (only, barely noticeable) entrance. It only costs 6 Euros for the two of us to enter and we quickly find the toilet! We then slowly complete a lap of the stadium, through and over the terraces. You can’t get down to the track or into any of the internals, but it presents a fascinating view of the arena. It still looks quite modern, due to its interesting design. It is not a walled stadium, but is built into the landscape as a key part of the surrounding Olympic area. Along the way there are displays and a “video kiosk,” where we watch a rather odd 20 minutes of mixed footage from the games. There is minimal commentary, not even mentioning the efforts of Mark Spitz as he is shown swimming towards his 7 gold medals. The Jewish hostage saga is shown in part, but it is assumed the viewer knows what happened here.

After exiting the stadium we find we can walk across to and enter the swimming pool arena. The warmth is most appreciated. There is a crowd watching a water polo game to keep us amused and toasty for a bit before we push on. The whole Olympic complex is built into the surrounding parklands, complete with lakes, plazas, amphitheatres and the Olympic Tower.

We walk and tram our way back into town for a prearranged 3:30 meeting with Belinda. Now, dear reader, understand that I do not have internet here without free wi-fi. At about 3:45 there is no sign of our beloved, so I trek into the hauptbahnhof (free wi-fi) to check my messages. Sure enough, Belinda has been delayed. So we have another hour to kill, which then stretches to an hour and a half after checking for another message. After a couple of trips back and forth to Maccas and the labyrinth of shops at the hauptbahnhof for some shopping we head back to the rendezvous point, at one point passing an older lady who staggers from, presumably, too much Christmas cheer. We walk on and wait. I then, belatedly see another message, suggesting we meet at the dreaded hauptbahnhof! We hastily head back only to find Belinda giving triage/first aid to that same old lady, now suffering from a PFD. “There’s mum!” shouted Hamish as I blithely stride past. We had never really seen Belinda in action and she is amazing! Handling and calming the injured, talking with other passers-by/helpers who have other native tongues, helping with the hand-over to Paramedics and just calling the shots really. Well played Belinda!

Monday – Rental Car – Herrsching am Ammersee (Lake)

We have booked a rental car for the last part of the European trip and we walk/train/walk to the pickup point. It’s a relatively smooth process, (even though we don’t have passports as a form of ID) – Hamish and I go into the local Lidl to get some drinks and snacks for the car trip to the lake. When we return, Rod is sitting in the car getting acquainted with the new interior. We do a check of the vehicle for existing scratches/dents and discover it’s an electric car! What’s that about old dogs and new tricks? Something new for us to learn in the next couple of weeks.

We drive to a lovely lakeside area and walk around before getting some excellent Italian food for lunch in a restaurant way posher than we were expecting. Oh well! Hamish loves to test the water to see how cold it is – ‘very cold’ is his answer. No joke, we can see the Swiss Alps in the distance.

Tuesday – Tucherpark (or English Garden) – Schnitzels – Transport Museum

Rod has found a park on the other side of the city so we set our sights on this area. The weather is sunny and it’s nearly 10 degrees – wonderful! We walk around the lake and it reminds me of the Lake Benalla walk, except for the threatening signs warning of death if you ice skate, sled or play curling. They don’t muck about here with their public signage! We all decide we need a schnitzel for lunch as we’ve not really indulged in this local food. We have luck with the 3rd cafe we come across, which is outdoors and occupied by three men and two dogs. I order us all schnitzels – the young woman says she’ll let us know when they’re ready and we can come and get them from the counter. She literally yells at the top of her voice, something in German – we take that as our cue our food is ready. As Hamish says, “The schnitzels look big, but they’re full of air…” I’m not worried about the schnitzels, it’s the 1/2 kg of chips on the plate that has me worried!

What’s next?

Tomorrow we head for the last of our micronations, the one that started it all: Liechtenstein. We are staying one night (in a hotel costing 1/3 of our entire week in Munich!) then driving to Strasbourg to settle in for Christmas. After seeing the Swiss Alps in the distance yesterday, we are really looking forward to staying in this tiny country in the mountains. Good luck with the last of your Christmas shopping and those of your in Australia, keep cool! Ciao!

Oh and for the record? the transport museum is open twice a month, every second Sunday.

L_nz

~ Bel Dunbar ~ Leave a comment

We are currently on a train to Munich; my allocated seat is roomier than an exit row on an airline. These Europeans know how to do train travel. Australia could take a leaf from their ‘Trains’ book. If you’re wondering why the word Linz looks a bit weird in the title, it’s because much of the Christmas signage in Linz this week looks like L_nz

We arrived into Linz Hauptbahnhof Saturday early evening, after catching two trains: Budapest to Vienna – Vienna to Linz. We caught an Uber from our apartment (as the train station was quite a distance across town) with a non-scary Hungarian driver. After walking through a tunnel to god knows where, we backtracked and ended up in the “not awful, but not comfortable” train station. We boarded the train with what felt like thousands of others, some of whom were sitting in our allocated seats (always an awkward conversation) and settled in. Arriving back in Vienna was a relief in comparison to the Eastern European train stations we’ve encountered lately: the station smelled of vanilla and cinnamon, everything was clean, warm, organised and well signed. Once in Vienna we had an hour to get to the Westbahnhof (across town). We tried to engage one of the multitude of taxi’s parked in front of the station, but many of them were trying to negotiate in cash only. Cash is precious and not to be wasted on a taxi, so we just kept walking down the line until we found a taxi who would accept payment with a card. Our driver was an older lady whose official ID suggested she was about 17. Rod asked her how long it would take to get to the station. She took this as a challenge and flung us through peak hour traffic (one near miss with brakes fully engaged) to get to the station with plenty of time to spare.

The travel time from Vienna to Linz was a bit over 2 and 1/2 hours. We had planned to meet our host at 6pm at the apartment we had booked for the 4 nights, so again, hit up one of the many taxis outside the station. No question about cash/card until the driver dropped us off – cash only! With help from Hamish’s few euro coins, we managed to scrape together the 8 Euro. Not getting caught with this taxi scam again – Uber all the way. Our very kind host dropped Rod off at a market to grab a few breakfast supplies due to supermarkets being closed on Sundays. During the car ride, the host told Rod his daughter had been offered a scholarship in athletics in the US and the other daughter was, I can’t remember, about to solve world peace. I said, you should have told him Hamish knows all the countries in the world!

Our apartment was in walking distance to the main city centre this week so again, we have not bothered with public transport. Once unpacked, we found a sushi train restaurant for dinner. I have never had this eating experience before, but Hamish has. Rod ordered a dish from the menu, but Hamish and I were excited to try the many samples of hot, cold, sweet and savoury dishes on offer. For reference, the plates are about the size of a saucer, or a small side plates: Hamish had 16 plates I had 8. We had dishes such as: steamed rice, fried rice, prawn stir fry, pork ribs in plum sauce, honey chicken, sushi, sashimi and a mini muffin/cake. The beer I ordered was 500ml – you really have to commit to a beer here!

We’ve had a slow week in Linz. With 4 unallocated days on our schedule, we had to pick something between Budapest and Munich, so Linz felt like a good halfway point.

Sunday we visited a technology museum which was very hands on. There was a display where you could rearrange a dish cloth and a phone cable and the AI programme would make this into a painting. It was incredible!

Monday we caught a little tram to Postlingberg – the local mountain. Here it snowed for us! We looked at the church and walked around a bit, Hamish tried to hit Rod with a snow ball, but his aim was way off. Found a gorgeous little bird (female Black Bird) who patiently posed for me whilst I got a few photos. On the way home, the little tram had screens showing the news, Rod was trying to make out some of the news (in German) and telling me what was happening in the world. He says, “Oh, Judy Dench has died. She was 90” Turns out Judy didn’t die, she just had her 90th birthday.

Tuesday Hamish opted for a ‘day off’ – he says he hasn’t been sleeping well and we were happy to leave him in the warm confines of the apartment. He’s actually fallen asleep on the tram yesterday!

Rod and I headed for the castle, which wasn’t very interesting, then walked around a few churches one of which Anton Bruckner had been the choir master and the other he’d been the church organist. Hedging his bets? We had lunch and then spent at least an hour in the biggest sports store we’ve ever seen – it was the best! We now both have new runners – and they’re well priced in Europe, Rod’s Asics were 57 Euro and my Mizuno’s were 75 Euro (that’s $200 for two pair of good quality/brand runners!).

The train has just stopped in Salzburg and here the very long train splits. Our half goes to Munich and the other half goes somewhere else: “Please make sure you are in the correct carriage” The Police have just jumped on board. Rod (who is sitting with Hamish in front of me) has asked for our passports. I hand him his and Hamish’s – the Police are checking ID and asking loud questions like “When did you arrive in Europe?” and “Do you have a residents Visa?” and “Show me your ID” – Good God. We watch them come towards us – Rod has the passports open, but they merely glance is his direction and move though the carriage. Flashbacks to the time Rod nearly got arrested in Poland for not validating the tram ticket!

I’ll finish this blog in Munich in the next day or two and post it. We are in Munich for one week – we only have 18 days left of our trip in Europe before we fly to Thailand and Malaysia for our 3 week ‘holiday’. Accommodation in Munich was quite pricey, but I found a little apartment SE of the city centre (about a 20 minute ride to the touristy areas) for 95 Euro per night. The Lidl is next door, bus stop around one corner, metro around the other corner, bakery next to the Lidl – so what it lacks in sights, it makes up for in connectivity! Good I think, to get a glimpse into the daily life of people living in the suburbs – makes it real. Tomorrow we have a ‘free’ walking tour in the city ending at the most famous beer house here: the Hofbrauhaus! Exciting times ahead!

Update on the Police on the train: We made an unscheduled stop and I saw about 6 Police escort about 8 men of African appearance, off the train. We’re guessing no tickets, no visas, no ID and quite possibly all of the above.

And one more thing, whilst looking for things to discover in Linz, Rod found this review of a lookout over the powerplant. Best review ever.