11.04.2008

IT DOESN'T RAIN IN DUBLIN

This past weekend Noel, Zach, Ben and I went to Dublin, Ireland.  This was the second time I've flown to a destination, Croatia being the first, and the first time I've flown out of the nearest airport-- Dusseldorf Weeze.  The airport is right over the German border and at around five in the morning on Friday we had a taxi pick us up at the Castle and take us the twenty-ish minutes to the airport.  

This, in itself, started off the trip amazingly.  Having a car pick you up from where you live and take you to an airport where you simply have to get on a plane is multitudes easier than waiting for the bus, taking the bus to the train station, waiting for the train, taking the regional train to the big train station, then waiting (sometimes hours) for another train, and taking that train to your final destination (and this last stretch is sometimes interrupted with waiting for transfers).  Needless to say, the taxi/plane combo was a wonderful start to a wonderful weekend.

Since we arrived in Dublin around eight in the morning, we stored our bags at our hostel, ate a little breakfast, and started our tour.  We began at Trinity College with a short, guided tour of the campus and then entry into their library which houses the Book of Kells.  This book is a very, very old book which includes the four gospels of the New Testament and was created by monks in the 9th century.  I had hyped it up in my mind to be this huge colorful book with pages barely staying together and possessing an aura of historic mystery.  It was cool and all, but I was kind of underwhelmed.  Sort of just and old book with fancy font.  It was neat to hear about the process of making the book, though.  Apparently the monks were so particular about the inks they used that only a certain red ink, found in a beetle off the coast of Arabia that had to be pregnant to extract the proper color, would do.  It was because of their selectiveness that the vibrancy of the color in the book has lasted so long.

Then, we walked to the Guinness factory, stopping for lunch and some wheatgrass.  Oh yeah, BTDUBBS there's a ROBEKS in Dublin. Who knew?  It came as a surprise to me.  My travel mates hadn't ever tried wheatgrass and we were all feeling a little tired (due to the 4am wake up) so we stopped in for a pick-me-up and burped grass for the rest of the day.  

After my first Irish Irish pub experience, we arrived at the Guinness factory.  I learned all about the process of making Guinness and then conducted my own taste test (a pint is included in the tour price).  It's thick.  I think I have to be in a special mood to drink Guinness.  Anyway, I got my Guinness experience.

That night we stopped by Temple Bar (a district with pubs, street performers, etc.) but were too tired to really "go out."  We were satisfied with watching a guy who had reversed the steering on a bicycle charge 5 EUR per attempt to ride the bike a few meters.  No one had any luck.

Saturday began with some well needed sleeping in.  Once we were up and about we got some doner kababs (cheap and yummy!) and went to the writers museum.  If Dublin can claim anything, it's good writers.  

We proceeded on a long walk to the Kilmainham Gaol, which is a long abandoned prison that apparently offers wonderful tours.  We arrived at four-thirty in the afternoon and learned that it closed at four.  So, we crossed the street and visited the Modern Art Museum.  The current installment is titled "Exquisite Corpses" which was a game originated by Surrealists in France where something (art, poetry) is constructed from several contributors without the knowledge of what the others contribute.  It was a lovely exhibit.

This is getting long, sorry.  
 
Saturday night I had tentatively planned to see Ibsen's Hedda Gabler but we walked passed a movie theater and decided the 9 EUR ticket price to see Burn After Reading was a better choice than the 34 EUR ticket price for Ms. Gabler.  It's a hilarious film.  You should see it.

After having some nice Guinness beef stew, we slept, got up early to be at the airport by seven, took a cab from the airport back the Castle, and were home in time for lunch.  Free food makes any trip.


OH! I almost forgot. It didn't rain once (besides BARELY a sprinkle on Friday night) during our trip in Dublin.  Take that weather forecast. 

11.03.2008

BECAUSE IF OBAMA DOESN'T WIN, I MIGHT NOT COME BACK

SWITZERLAND IS BEAUTIFUL

Two weekends ago I took a trip by myself to Grindelwald, Switzerland.  I was able to relax and enjoy this massive beauty all for myself.  

It began with an overnight train from Dusseldorf, Germany.  We were awoken with one hiccup when Catherine (I took the train with four other Castle Dwellers who were also going to Switzerland) almost had her purse stolen by an evil little French man.  I woke up to Catherine yelling expletives and a pointy-faced French guy sheepishly cowering, "Je m'excuse! Je m'excuse! Je cherche ma copine! Je cherche ma copine!" ("Excuse me! Excuse me! I'm looking for my friend! I'm looking for my friend!")  Catherine responded with a ferocious point toward the door and an even I-mean-business-ier "Get the (insert... well, you know) out of here!"  Apparently she had awoken to her purse being guided out of its net on the wall by a slimey set of fingers.

While I could have done without the almost having my Eurail stolen (we had given them to Catherine to store in her purse) and the not being able to sleep for fear of someone else sneaking into our compartment, I'm kind of glad it happened.  What night train experience is complete without some kind of sketchy activity?  At least I have a story to tell.

Subsequent to all of that excitement, I took a lovely train ride to the mountain resort of Grindelwald and proceeded to enjoy my next two days there.  Since I arrived midday on Friday, I took a short gondola ride to a point called Pfingstegg and hiked back down to Grindelwald.  While on the mountain I read some Steinbeck and spent some needed time just listening to music.

My original plan for Saturday was to take a train up to Jungfraujoch, which is the highest railway station in Europe situated at 3454 meters (more than 11,000 feet).  When I found out that my discount off of the full price of the ticket would be upwards of 100 Euro, I decided to find something else to do.  I ended up taking another, longer, gondola from Grindelwald to First (a location at 2168 meters, 7100 feet) and hiking from there.   I decided to hike to Schwarzhorn, the highest peak in the Jungfrau Region reachable by foot.  It reaches 2928 meters, which is about 9600 feet.  Do the math.  It took me (with breaks for breathing and lunch and without any proper hiking gear i.e. I was wearing my topsiders) four and a half hours to hike up to Schwarzhorn and back down to First.  

The views, though, were breathtaking.  And to be honest, the hike was empowering.  On my way down I would continually look back up in amazement at from where I had just come.  Had you told me I would be hiking to there before I arrived (I wasn't sure to which peak I was hiking in the beginning), I would have told you that you were crazy.

But, take a look at the views for yourself.

I made it home with no real incidents and the realization that traveling alone (when the destination is safe) is actually a wonderful thing.

11.02.2008

BARCELONA PICTURES

I forgot to post the link for my Spain pictures.

Here it is!