Momma Koppe Comes for a Visit

So its been awhile since the last blog. However, now that we are settled and not galavanting around Europe....there is not as much to report. Dont worry though, as in all my conversations with people...Ill find something to talk about.

After days of counting down her arrival, Charlotte Koppe (Christies mom) arrived to Brighton. She got a good seat sale, and obviously wanted to visit her daughter...and us too! We were all excited for the visit. A mom, someone from home, and someone to talk to and listen to our problems. Mom's are the best for that.

Her first impression of Brighton was a confused one. Knocking on the window of our flat because our bell is broken, and we were all very asleep. Thankfully, she finally got ahold of Christie on her phone. Oops.
Though jet lagged, she visited over coffee and brought presents. Christie purse, wallet, cards, and presents (me and stef got some too!) We also enjoyed seeing pictures of Jacob, Christies nephew. Cute lil guy.

During Charlottes visit, her and christie did a London tour, went to Stonehedge, cruise, and all the Brighton attractions. They even went to Harrolds. This was clearly a highlight by the look on their faces when they told us about the wonderment of the famous department store in London. One night Christie had to work, so me and Stef showed her the Lanes and took her for a pint of beer and fish and chips. Always a classic.
Christie and her mom also came to me and stef's work for lunch. Of course I didnt have the chance to serve them, because Lucas found them fabulous and enjoyed serving them. Popular ladies.

It was so nice having Charlotte here. Its so nice to have a mom around that cleaned, bought food for the fridge and loved to hear our worn out stories. She throughly enjoyed her trip and the time with her daughter. Me and Stef are a tad jealous, Maybe our mommies will come for a quickie visit?

So winter has hit in Brighton. Hard to tell...yes, it has chilled off. But where is the snow? Who would have thought I could miss the snow so much. Just doesnt feel right. Honestly, I would take the snow over this. Its frezzing! 5 celicus with frezzing rain and the wind that is lined with salt from the sea. You turn onto my street that leads straight to the sea.....I honestly had trouble walking. The wind was so intense, you could just hear the howling. All you from Lethbridge....the wind is way worse here. So be grateful for that...and the fact you have a car and dont actually have to stand outside and deal with it.

I get a kick out of, everytime I come into Giraffe grumbling about how cold it is they respond..."But your from Canada, Canadians dont get cold." In Canada I had a car and enough money to buy a nice winter jacket and ugg boots. Im frezzing!

Giraffe is good. I enjoy working there, and now that Ive been there for a bit Im making friends and things are coming to me easier. Thanks to my Aunt Leah, who sent me a wonderful list with slang words and what they equate to. It was very helpful. Its a small staff at Girafee, so you actually get to know who your working with...I like that. It amazes me that even half way across the world...servers complain about the same things, the kitchen people all have that certain personailty, managers always grumble about the same crap....Its no different.

However, serving British people is different. When they are seated you have to give them at least 5 min to look over the drinks. Any sooner, they will offensivly ask for more time due to the fact they havent read the entire drink menu yet. Then....its a coke and a water.

They are also offended about taking plates away before everyone is done there meal. And the bill? You have to wait to be asked. Its considered rushing to bring it any sooner. As you can probably imagine...I just stand there staring at them waiting and debating if its been to soon or not. Alas....Im sure Ill get a feel for it soon enough.

I've made up a bit of a game when it comes to my accent. At least 2 or 3 times a shift I am asked where Im from. Then I make them guess.....cold....no ...no...warmer....almost....you got it! So far I have gotten Canadian more then American. They usually say..." Yep, I knew it...I could tell it was a Canadian accent not American." Really? Because I cant. I would just assume they were from North America.

Surprisly, most know quite about Canada. Most even know where Calgary is. Impressive seeing I dont even know what the closest town is to Brighton. I dont even know if I could pick out Brighton on a map. I know, sad....work on your geography.

Although, being that I am Canadian...I ID people that buy alchol that look under 25. I kept getting alot of weird looks. Even " OMG I haven't been ID is SOOOO long" She's 23. Then I found out that you only have to be 16 to order a beer in a resturant. And they only ID people that look under 21. Wow, I look stupid. I dont ID anymore.

Another weird issue Im not used to is pregnant women ordering a beer or wine. Here is a beautifully dressed women who is visibly pregnant, with her husband and kids ordering a Corona. I kinda just looked at her funny till she repeated herself. I asked one of my co workers if thats common pratice. He just said, well ....I mean...she probably shouldnt...but ya they sometimes drink. She wasn't a trashy woman, and Ive seen 2 other women do it as well. Dont really know how I feel about that.

As well, I have met my first celebrity. Ross Noble. Hes a famous comedian over here. Obviously, Ive never heard of him. He came to Giraffe by himself. He was friendly enough and cause it was slow I chatted with him a bit. He asked where I was from....he lost. American he thought I was...nope. However, he told me when he was in Canada he went to a Blue Jays game. It was sponserd by KFC, and during half time they were throwing drumstick into the crowd. Wow. Trashy much Canada? I just kind of stared at him with embrassment that this is his impression of my country.

Later the bartender saw him and was clearly star stuck. Then all of my other co workers were in excitment. Clearly he is a big deal. I told the bartender to go get his autograph...but he was too shy. So I went over to Ross and said " So appartenly your a famous comedian, Sorry Ive never heard of you... Im from Canada" Haha he laughed and said he figured as much, but that he enjoyed talking to someone who didnt know who he was. Then I asked him to sign an autograph for the bartender. He wrote " Your a big scardy cat, getting a girl to do your dirty work. Cheers Ross Noble" Then I told him I would youtube him to see what he was all about. I did later that night....hes actually really good! Fun experience either way.

Me and the girls have been getting out more as well. The other night me and stef went to a Jazz club. It was a live band playing the craziest music. There was a dj, cello, guitar, violin and a girl scatting. It was like techno jazz. Still havent met my prince. There are alot of gay men here. *sigh*

Trisha's visa has gone through and she will be joining us in Brighton very soon. Our one room is so small me and Trish will be bunkbeddies...to be honest, we still need to measure it to make sure it would fit. Manana Manana. We are all very excited. We hope shes here for Christmas!

Today I heard about the tragedy in Lethbridge. I worked with Tabitha at Montanas. She was an amazingly beautiful girl. She had a great smile and a personality with spunk. I always loved working with her, I was always envious at how good she was behind the bar. Now her life has been taken away from her. She was so young. They were all so young. When Tess died I felt the same. So young, same age as me and gone in the blink of an eye. My thoughts are with her family and friends, so senseless. Makes you realize just how short life can be. Enjoy it while you can.

Our christmas plan will be fairly uneventful. Christie has to work but me and stef have Christmas off. We are going to attempt to cook a ham, stuffing, potatoes, and pumpkin pie. It has disaster written all over it. Thank god for chinesse take out....lets face it...you know it will end that way. While it may be a small and lonely christmas...we have eachother and wine. It cant be that bad. However, with Christmas approaching I find me really missing my family and friends back home. Like missing the Swiss Christmas party. And being there Christmas morning with my family, having coffee and wifesaver. Next year, cause this year were trying out a Brighton Christmas.

So to all of our friends and family back in Canada. We love you all, we miss you all. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!

Caughting up on Pictures

Brighter Days in Brighton

It was three weeks ago we went trotting down Queens way, with 19kg backpacks, haggered messes, looking for a hostel in Hove. Seems like months ago. Now were trotting to a different pace, living life with a completely different mindset. Settling in, nesting, integrating ourselves into the UK.
Now that ALL of us have jobs, were getting into a routine. Its nice to be honest. Spontanous, adventures, globe trotting has been fun. But, I do believe my body apperciates the good nights rest.

Our jobs are lovely. Stef is loving Pho, shes moving up the server ranks fast. Constantly being apperciated for her incentive and charming service. Plus they love her. However, I have never met anyone who hasnt instantly fallen in love with her.

Christie as well is loving her place of employment. Her graceful personality works well in fine dining. Due to her hard work, shes getting some of the best hours and tips. Her co-workers also love her witty charm. Just last night, we went ice skating with her some of her fellow employees.

The ice rink is at the Royal Pavillion, this huge Taj Mahol looking castle in the heart of Brighton. Not as large as a Canadian rink, but an amazing view of the towering icon. Some of her new friends have never been on ice before. Coming from Bolviaria and the Dominican Republic, I understand the reason. Interesting to watch an adult learn to skate for the first time. Some wine and cheer, couple falls on the ice, it was a lovely Christmas activity that makes a girl feel kinda homesick. Great time nonetheless.

Giraffe is a job that was well worth the stress of unemployment. The small staff, teamworking, fast paced atmosphere is right up my alley. I love it. The tips are nice as well, not much, only 10 - 15pounds per shift....either way...more then I was expecting. After work, most of the staff enjoy a beer and a good chat. I can already tell Im going to make some good friends here. Especially Lucas, the polish gay manager who is full of life and enjoys my humor. Reminds me of my good polish friend Kasia from Swiss. Only the male version of her.

With more security in income, we've been able to enjoy some Brighton nightlife. Fortunatly, our friends from upstairs are kind enough to show us around. The clubs are pretty pumping....young though. Im sure we'll find our favorite spot soon enough though.

Its been amazing having friends the flat above. Especially when they have wifi and lend us their password. BOO YAH! Now our flat is complete with internet connection. Makes skyping with the parents more enjoyable. Not having to sit at starbucks with shotty wifi, yelling over the back ground noise with eveyone looking at you funny.

We have also acomplsihed orientating ourselves around Brighton. We know were to buy groceries, banking, get to work and even the quickest way to the seafront. Really starting to feel like a local.

On my day off, I went exploring. The Brighton pier is a famous staple of Sussex history. Seen from almost any part of the seafront. The pier is open all year round, offering everything from arcade games to fish and chips with beer to amusement rides. Lively place, even at the end of November.
Just next to the pier is the ferris wheel. Large and beautiful, I imagine the view from on top is breathtaking. Price wise it is out of the budget for now....one day though.

My favorite part is the birds. Overlooking the pier, you get a wonderful view of the waves crashing against the pebble shoreline. Above, is hundreds of sparrows that are grouped together flying back and forth to the movement of the sea. It was such a unquie experience. I have no clue as to what the purpose was behind these sparrows....but I did enjoy the opportunity to watch.

Trisha, (Stefs sister) skyped last night with wonderful news. Her papers are in the process and after one last appointment she will be able to join us in a couple of weeks. She will be bunking with me. Litterally....the room is tight so to fit two beds were getting a bunk bed. I do love a bunk bed slumber party! It will be nice to have another girl in the house...someone with new stories. Just dont tell our landlord, we didnt mention the extra body. Oops.

Last night, we came to vastly apperciate technology as we know it today. After a Bad Boy 2 movie session, facebook blew up with news of the looming fire coming towards Lethbridge. We were able to facebook friends, strem Country 95.5 for local news, even skype my family to see that everything and everyone was ok. Being so far from home, its horrible to hear that your hometown is in danger. However, technology is so amazing....I knew about the fire before my mother.

Skype is by far my lifesaver. Being able to see and talk face to face with my family eases the pain of being away. As well, its good to catch up with old friends. This morning us girls were lucky enough to meet Cheryl and Jess baby boy Ethan. After months of Wing Wednesdays, watching Cheryl grow this precious child....we got to meet him. Not quite as good as being able to hold him....but its better then nothing. It was also amazing to see that Cheryl, while a new mom....looked incredible. I have bags under my eyes, and shes a model....even though it was 6 in the morning at the time! Motherhood agrees with this lady.

Life in Brighton is filled with new experiences and new friends. We made the right choice moving here and making it our home. As well, Christie's mom is coming this Friday. It will be nice to have a mom around. Till next time, Cheers.

Well....this is awkward.

With most new countries we have visited. The wording is different. Easy enough, theres a million other
words to use to get your point across. Some discovered so far.

Apartment = Flat

Bathroom = Toilet

Pint of Beer = Large Cider

Man = Bloke (love that one, now I just need to find myself one)

Bullshit = Bullocks

and the:

You ok?
The first time I heard that I was in the midst of handing out my resumes for the second time and on the verge of tears over unemployed frustration. I gave the Starbucks man a quizzical look and open my mouth to tell him " Of course Im not ok! I dont have a job, Im broke as a joke, my feet hurt from these boots and Im sleeping on the floor cause I dont have a mattress!"Thankfully, before I could speak he asked me what I'd like to order.

After a couple more similar situations, Ive come to realize this is the British " Hey, How are ya?" However, when your brain's been wired to interpurt such a comment as a form of concern.....it makes you feel awkward. You first instint is defense...."Im fine, why do you ask? Does it look like Im not fine?" Instead, I just smile and nod. I dont really know how to respond apportiatly.

I mean, how does the squence go? Further research needs to be done.

Next Issue. The Language. We don't speak the language. Yes we both speak english, but I do believe I could understand spanish better then Im picking up on this language. How in the world will we ever be able to understand the mumble? Who knew it could be so difficult.

To add to the distress of communication, the art of conversation in Britian also demands advanced learning. Eye contact. I never realized how important it could be. It acknowledges the person you wish to speak to, and provides a sense of interest in that person. Here its not used to the same extent.

Often times, (as I discovered my first day of work) they do the pass by mumble. As they walk by they do not look at you, say something to you the exact moment they pass you, and expect you to follow them. Well, picture me standing there looking ahead as the manager walks by. Then he stops, turns around and taps me on the shoulder to follow him. Sadly, there were many times with everyone that happened.

Rude? I was thinking that at first. But they all do it to each other. Of course, they all speak British so they actually understand what it is the person is saying. I dont.

Unfortunatly, due to the language barrier....I come off as an idiot. Sorry, can you repeat that? What would you like me to do? What did you just say? Everytime with a confused look on my face.

I thought, maybe Im just not concentrating enough. So know Ive taken to looking intently at their mouth and squinting....because when your squinting people know your seriously listening. I think Im just coming off as the weird new girl. Alas, if only there were a class I could take to understand the language.

Another issue, which I am sure is a famous concern for most newcomers.....the wrong side of the road. Naively, I did believe this would not affect me....its not like im going to be driving. Did not consider crossing the road. I keep looking the opposite direction of oncoming traffic. That, and I hate waiting for the green man to walk. See how this could be dangerous?

This may be more of a Brighton thing then a Britian thing but......Seagulls? After my incident with the Seagull in Monte Carlo (Ya, it was me) I hate the filthy things. But they are everywhere and loved. You see tons of people feeding them....like they are cute little creatures. Gross. Brightons football team is even called Seagulls. Wow, real aggressive.

It honestly feels like I am re-wiring my brain to live in Britian. Changelling and exciting, also frustrating. But thats part of the fun right? Being somewhere new and different. Being the newcomer to this Royal land. I promise to keep you all updated on my awkward attempts to intigrate into this society. Lets face it, graceful....I am not.

Things are Starting to Come Together

Its amazing how up to date you can stay on the blog when your unemployed. I feel more productive then ever. To bad I dont get paid for it.

Alrighty....15 days living in Brighton. What have we accomplished?

After eight days of sleeping on the floor and sharing the couch as a bed. We have mattress'. We have slept in ALOT of hostels, but even the worst bed was a throne compared to our sleeping arrangment.
Went to the YMCA in hove. And got a huge dinosaur tv for 25 pounds. Even picks up FIVE channels! What lucky girls we are. However British tv is hard to follow. The accent mixed with the mumble is tough to understand. Can we write off the tv as research?

Bought some dishes from the Pound Store. Yep, thats right...cheap and only a pound. Thats going to take some getting used to...Pound, not Dollar. We have lovely penguin plastic dishes. And I found a Belle mug. *sigh* lucky!

After some terrifying days and creative ideas about what I will do if I cant get a job. I finally joined the working world again. Giraffe. Chain resturant, fast paced, fun filled character who are emplyed there ( I just know we will get along!) and they love to pride themselves on friendly happy servers. Sounds like Swiss eh? Just my kind of place!! I might even get some tips!!! Heres to hoping.

Set up our utility bills. Still have no idea if its a set price, when to pay it, or where to pay it. We'll figure that out later. I think its an accomplishment that would could understand the representative enough to set it up.

Got a bank account. No money in there....but the fact I dont have to walk inside HSBC ever again...makes me estatic!

Met the neighbors the flat above us. Three young boys that are going to school part time, living off their parents money, and play alot of video games. Shy, but they invited us up to their flat for a drink. Super nice boys....we are waiting for the right time to ask for their wifi password. Fingers crossed!

Even though money is tight, we went out looking for friends. We are STRAVED for conversation. Last night, me and stef had an entire conversation with the guy that sold us our yogurt at the supermarket.
Nice guy, his birthday is tomm and he turns 50. I know....sad. Unfortunatly, the night while fun.....did not make us any friends. But the music was pumping. Is there such a thing as online friend sites that set you up with new friends in your area? Like, friendsforlife.co.uk?

Either way, through the stress, fears, and tears...its been nice to have each other. Can't imagine doing all this alone.

At First You Dont Succed.....Trial, Trial Again.

So, as we soon discovered...a trial run is when you go to a place and do an entire shift for free. Instead of an interview, they just throw you in there and see how you do. Then from there, decide if they want to hire you. Terrifying.

Christies up first. Black Lion. Nice pub, close to our place....lots of different kinds of beer. Nervous, we walked her to work and wished her luck. After work, she explained how different the drinks are in the UK then Canada. Even pouring them is different, with different measurement for the head and mixes to go in them. As well, all the beers are different....expect for the odd Bud or Corona.

On top of that, British people mumble. You can hardle understand them, even though their speaking english. Its going to take awhile to get used to that. Also, there is no such thing as table service. Everyone comes up to the bar for their drinks and to order food. So you are expected to make drinks, run food, clear tables, clean....everything. Everyone is everywhere. Very different.

After, they told Christie that they could give her part time till she was fully trained enough to do full time. Obviously, Christie didnt throughly enjoy the job even though the people were friendly. Then, as luck would have it....she got a call for an interview and the place she was hoping would call. The Little Bay. After sitting down with the owner, she knew she would love it. Easy going, resturant (table service!!!), and a really kind man.....she got the job. She would start training right away....no silly trial.

Christie didnt have the same luck with the Body shop. After a quick introduction, they handed her a product and sent her into the lions den. While Christie did an amazing job, faking it till you make it, (especially with no training at all) they called her into the office, sat her down....and said " If we call you, great. If we dont, thanks for coming in" Curt and Rude. She was to good for that place anyways.

Stef was next for her trial at PHO. A vietnamesse resturant. Stef rocked it. She was busing tables, expoing food, running drinks, taking orders. Even with the tricky words, she faked it and sold those sauces like no ones business. After her trial, she was nervous....but it was silly. Next morning they offer her a job, with a shift that night.

Two girls with jobs, one to go.

My turn. Font, a bar in the lanes of Brighton. Huge, cheap drinks and a popular place to go. Now, I didnt have much bar experience to begin with and after Christies experience I was nervous. However, after a quick introduction they gave me a card and said go help customers. Well, I did the best I could. I was slow but holding my own. When I wasnt helping customers I was busy clearing tables, doing dishes and helping run food. I kept busy. After, they said they would call me the next day.

They never called till Saturday. And on saturday, the manager says he wants to do ANOTHER trial (remeber no pay) on Friday, depending how that goes then maybe he will give me a job. I cant wait another 6 days without a job, and a maybe employment. Looks like Im back at square one.

Over the Sunday and Monday I handed out all together over 50 resumes. Im exhausted. And the harrassing from the girls about me being an unemployed bum are getting old. I need a job!!

I had an interview today for a resturant, and an interview tomm for a pub. And if all else fails....FONT. However, I really hope I dont have to resort to working there. So, for all that take pity on me....keep your fingers crossed I get a job. Canadian funds are suffering.

However, while we havent had much time to see Brighton. We are really enjoying our apartment. Were nesting. Staying in, drinking tea...enjoying a TV we bought for 20 pounds. Second hand. After so much go go go the last 70 days...I like doing nothing. That and we cant afford to do anything, so it works. Settling is the hardest. But were doing alright.

So Much to Do.....Where do we Begin?

Lets face it. We have done no research into Brighton, how to find jobs in the UK or even how you go about getting a flat. To be honest, the entire backpacking trip it was the furthest thing from our minds. We will figure it out... later.

So, important things first. Find Job. Find Flat. Well....it cant be that hard. Has to be similar to Canada......right?

Nah, of course not. That makes life to easy.

The first day, we asked the receptionist where the city centre is. Queens way, perfect...we know where that is. Were half way there. 21 resumes later and aching feet...we waited for a call. We all mostly went to coffee shops, pubs and resturants, and a few retail. That night all three of us got calls for trial runs. Chrisitie at the Black Loin and Body Shop, Stef at Pho and me at Font.

What does a trial run mean? We would soon find out.

With trial runs set for later in the week. (And jobs we assumed...so naive.) We decided to focus on flats.

Gumtree. The craigs list of the UK. Perfect....we found some places and made a few calls. We got one call to view a flat. 980 a month, two bedrooms, and 2 min walk from the English Channel. Brillant.

We go to meet Sarah who was doing this sale privatly. The place is just off of Kings way, so we didnt have any problem finding it. Once inside, we knew we HAD to get this place. It is beautiful and spacious. Comes with two couches, coffee table, tv stand, night stand, dishwasher, laundry, drawers and two closets. It far surpasses what we thought we would live in.

Sarah, who is a sweetheart....sits us down to have a chat.

Sarah: So do you girls have work?

Us: Not excatly, but we have trial runs....we just got here a couple of days ago

Sarah: O...do you have a contract with them? How do you plan to make an income?

This is the point we knew we would really have to sell ourselves to her to get the place. We explained that we have worked really hard to get her, we have reserve funds from Canada, we love the place and would treat it with the upmost respect. She tells us, if we would be willing to pay the deposit and 6 months upfront....it might work. We agree.....although to be honest we didnt know if we had the funds. She told us there was more people looking at the place and she would let us know.

Off to HSBC to figure out how to get the funds together. I wont even get into the HSBC drama. I hate HSBC. I cant wait to move banks....remeber our HSBC experience in London? It was similar to that.

With the knowledge we could get the funds together......and when I say get the funds together....I mean BARELY. We waited for the call. Sarah calls just after three and announces shes going to give us the place! We asked her about the other people and she remarked " They were ok, but you girls were so much nicer!" Go Canada!

The next day we signed the contracts, did a walk threw of the apartment, handed over 7105 pounds and got the keys. We now have a home. And no money. So this is what broke and unemployed feels like.

Moving was pretty easy. We unpacked our backpacks. Took up one drawer and 5 hangers. Dont have alot of stuff to fill just yet. But we found a poundland, (dollar store...holla!) so we have the basics.

Spending that first night together, huddled on the couches, (we dont have mattresses yet) and not having to stay in a hostel....was the best feeling. This is ours.

Volume Two of our European Adventures

November 5, 2011. After 70 days of backpacking we have finally made it to Brighton. This is to become our new home, our life for the next year. As well, today is our last travel day....which is about as exciting as moving to Brighton. Of course, it would not be an easy travel day. Why would it be easy....better to make life interesting.

Three different trains, couple crappy directions and an exhausted crew....we made it. The directions to our Hostel were pretty easy to follow. Head down Queens way, turn right on Kings way and your there. Little did we know it would be an hour walk.

Though, it was for the best. Our first impression of Brighton. Walking down Queens way on a saturday night....it was pumping with young people our age. Turning onto Kings way, the smell of the sea invirates you, you realize your walking along the famous English Channel. Gorgous boardwalk leading into colorful pebble beach which streams into wide open seas as far as the eye can see. I could get used to this. Walking along, nervous we might be heading the wrong way...we stopped to discuss where we are. Along come a friendly gentleman, then another who see were lost and helps us out. He goes into a hotel to get directions, loooks on the GPS on his phone, and walks us half way to make sure we get there ok. If the people are all like him, we are most certainly in the right place.

Checking into our hostel, which is in Hove...not Brighton. We already knew it wouldnt be great. Running low on funds, with no jobs...we booked the cheapest place we could find. In a 20 person dorm. Not great. It was ok, till the next day. Me and stef went for coffee, came back to find an 58 year old man sitting on one of the dorm beds with his pant half off in his boxers.

I already know this isnt going to go well. Turn the cornor and there Christie with the classic terrified look. Without a word I turn around and book us a private room for a couple extra pounds. After 70 days of backpacking, sometimes no words are needed.

It was for the best. Our gut feelings have never lead us astray. This man is at the top for creepest people we've met. He had it all: asking if he could stay with us, asking me to be his girlfriend, offering to teach us astrology, playing techno music far to loud, hes Slovac, and telling Christie she must be sick because she eats cheese. Classy guy.

Equipped with a private room, resumes (CV's as they call them here) and a new life ahead....we started the week of endless errands.

Lessons Learned After 70 Days of Living Out of a Backpack

• Never put soap on your hands unless your guarneted running water
• You can do more then you think you can
• Dont judge a book by its cover, we have met amazing people we wouldnt normally talk to.
• Apperciate any bed that looks relaitively clean  
• Dont buy a Hostel international card, europe on a shoe string, or hostel books. Everything is done online. As well, bring a netbook. Mcdonalds and Starbucks are your friend when you need wifi.
• God is watching over us, he will never give you more then you can handle
•  Dont pack so much, you wear the same thing every day anyways
•  Stay Fed
•  You will always make mistakes
• Check your online reservations closely  
• Dont take Prague cabs
• Your passport and Eurorail are your life
• Anyone can steal from you including children
• You will apperciate a laundry mat
• Try it once cause you dont know if you'll get another chance
• Starbucks for big coffee
• Be mentally prepared for the wrost.....You will figure it the rest
• You can overcome every obstacle
• Its amazing how beautiful you are, even when you dont have a straightner, nice clothes and make up on.
• German men are Gorgous
• Alway party over sleep, you can sleep on the train.  
• Recoup days are a must  
• Stay loyal to New Europe free walking tours and Pub crawls, they treat you well.
•   Laugh at the shitty situations....although may need a day before its funny
• Read books, play cards, enjoy the company of others....learn to live without tv and mobile phones. Its wonderful.
•  It amazing you can spend over 800 hours with two girls, and still remain great friends.  
• Skype will keep you from being to homesick
•  Be in pictures even if you dont feel like it....you will be grateful to Karinas overbearing camara skills later
• Try not to let the little things bother you
• Even though its impossible....try to stay hydrated
• What seems like a mountain at the beginning, is an ant hill by the end.
• Check you skin reguraly....there always a new bug bite, rash, inflamtion that needs to be treated.
• People over 40 staying at the hostel, never turns out well. AVOID
• Make the most of every day, always do the tourist thing. You'll regret it if you dont.
• Learn to trust your gut instinct, its never wrong. 
•  Even if you dont need to shower, shower if a clean shower is available. If its not a clean shower....use perfume and a hat till there is.
• The first two weeks are the hardest. After that, you will not want to stop.
• Stock up on advil. Its a cure all.
• No matter how bad this hostel seems, there an even worse one you will stay in later

Apperciate and Thank God for every moment your in Europe. It really is the adventure of a lifetime.

Last Destination

So, we made a slight miscalculation when it came to getting from Prague to Amsterdam. We HAD to take an overnight train. Sucks for Rob, we were all excited to show him why train rides are so great....the day time trains that is. Night trains arent the best. And our night train left at 6:00 pm and arrives in amsterdam at 10am. Long ride.

To pass the time before our night ride, we decided to go to a Medival Toture muesem. It was Halloween, felt like being in the mood. YUK, i regret it now. People are messed....I dont even know how you could think up half those things to do. Like tieing a peron upside down from their legs and sawing them in half. I wont go into all the other details....just know that its gross, it happened, and it took far to long to get those images out of our heads.

After we packed up, we finally sat down to check something we should have checked along time ago.
Now, if you all remeber we are sharing a bank account with a 300 dollar a day limit. Now, we've been kinda keeping track what were taking out in our journals, for it does not say on the bank statement how much is in there. But we have not actually sat down to look at the bank account online since London.
Mostly out of fear of what is actually in there. We had a realtive idea of what should be in there. So, we held our breath, crossed our fingers and expected the worse. Turns out we had double what we thought! The joy that comes from that leads to dangerous ideas like.....maybe we should backpack for another week. But we decided against that.

After that wonderful surprise we headed to the train station. Armed with snacks and wine we headed on the train. Luckly the train was not very full, so we were able to sit in a seating cart till we were tired enough to sleep. We were all excited about Amsterdam. We were heading back to a place we had already been in Europe. A place we knew our way around. Our plan for amsterdam was to chill, blow the budget and relax. After Amsterdam was real life, jobs, apartments...so we had to live it up.

We got to Amsterdam pretty early in the morning. The train ride wasnt as bad as the first time. Thank the Lord for sleeping pills. After checking into our hostel, we walked around showing Rob the sights. Amsterdam is beautiful, especially now that the leaves have started falling.

We revisted Leinsplien Platz, the canals, the red light district and Dam square. It was so nice knowing excatly where we were going. For the next three days, we vacationed. We ate when and what we wanted, including a sushi train. That was fun! Ive never done that before.

We rented bikes and me and stef finally figured how to do the European bike. That when the other person sits on the back of the bike. It takes practice and balance...but we finally got it.

We drank wine, beer, baileys whatever we felt like. We spent quite a bit of time in the park. The park there is amazing. Even has a resturant in the middle. Alot of music as well.
Our last night we went on a pub crawl....just like we did the last time we were in Amsterdam.

It was an incredable end to our backpacking adventure. We were relaxed and ready for the next chapter of our lives. The only thing that keeps us going, is knowing that we are going to be living in Europe. Close to all these amazing places we have just been too. Close enough to visit again. We are incrediable blessed to have this experience, and we apperciate every moment we had backpacking.

End of an Era

Today we did our last New Europe walking tour on our backpacking adventure. Its starting to hit that were almost done, and none of us like that feeling.

Now, Halloween was that night. And being the girls we are, we had to think of a costume would could all wear. Including Rob. Rob came up with the great idea (of course....he is full of grand ideas) to be ninjas. He even found cheap toy ninja swords! So before the walking tour we picked them up. We looked kinda ridiculous walking around with ninjas swords in the walking tour...but we didnt care. Were Ninjas.

Our tour guide was lovely, an energetic woman from the states that moved to Prague with her husband.
Although, theres not much to say about the Prague walking tour. Especially in comparison to Berlin, the history here while rich...doesnt interest me much. To be honest I cant remeber much to tell about it.
The Jewish Quarter was an area that was seperated to keep the Jews in. They were only allowed to live work and live in this one area. Including the cemetary. So there are up to 12 coffins burried on top of each other. It looks like a jumbled mess of tombstones.

Other then that, they talked alot about how Czechs like to punish and kill people by throwing them out the window. They have quite a few monuments dedicated to Fran Kakfra, a mentally ill man who wrote many famous books. Thats about it. And believe me...we were listening and interested this time.....just kinda wasnt our thing.

Then it was time to get our Ninja on. We had our swords, we all had black clothes, we got a scarfs to tear up for headbands, and got Rob some woman tights. We were all set. We go upstairs to our room and SURPRISE!

Inside are 5 teenage boys from Germany and all our stuff is gone. Turns out, we were supposed to move rooms that day and reception failed to relay that information to us. So, the cleaning ladies took our stuff and moved it for us. They were incredable appoligetic and gave us free breakfast. Plus, once we knew all our stuff was there...we basked in the glory we didnt have to move our backpacks. Bonus.

While getting ready, our new roomate came in. Chris from Florida. Nice guy, he was new in Prague so we invited him to come to the halloween pub crawl. He agrees...says he thinks he has a costume. Goes in the washroom and comes out in full Ninja gear! We couldnt believe it, its like he knew we were going to be Ninjas and packed it just in case. Having Chris along was great, really sweet guy....plus now Rob had a playmate.

The pub crawl was great. Our costumes were a hit....even though no one else was dressed up cause apparently everyone celebrated halloween the night before. Our swords were all broken by the end of the night...however we got quite a bit of fun in before that. Even a Ninja dance! Considering we didnt have much to work with, are costumes were great! Everyone loved them. Plus, the next morning we were leaving Prague for our last destination so we went hard. Especially Chris, he decided that he needed to go home to say good bye to his dieing cat, so it was his last night as well....

Hockey Night in Prague

HOCKEY. Thats right, were going to a hockey game in Prague. Appartently, us girls have become quite the sports fanatics. Rob wanted to go....I tell ya, this guy is full of great ideas. The stadium was real easy to find, not incredible large but decent size. As well, the tickets to go were cheap, 8 euros. Today we were seeing the Slovacs play. This is Pragues national league, so we were curious how they were in comparison to Canadian teams.

Going in they had pretty tight security. Christie's Good Earth water bottle fell victum to scuritiny and she had to throw it out. If any takes pity in Christie's heart breaking story you can send a Good Earth water bottle overseas to her. However, after we got her a hot dog she was in better spirits.

The start of the game had lights and action with some flags. However, no one stood up and sang the national anthem....curious what it is. Maybe I'll google it. Now, more interesting then the game was the fans. They have fan clubs for the home team and the visiting team. They have their sections behind the goalies post, facing each other against the rink. These guys dont mess around.

Drums, scarfs, face paint, fog horns, micropones, and 10 - 15 different chants for their team. The whole game they competed with each other who had the better chant. To be honest, I dont think they were actually even watching the game. However, its a good thing they were there....cause these guys suck. It was a pretty uneventful game. I myself am not a huge hockey buff.....but when their playing is worse then watching a Hurricanes game....you know Prague aint got much to offer. Although, the stadium beer is just as good as any....so it was a REAL good time.

That night, we spent walking around Prague. Prague at night seems magical. The lights play off the river canal and make the buildings look larger then life. I prefer Prague at night. The smell is so crisp and fresh. Even though your walking down the cobble stone road it smells as if your in a forest. On the bridges are lines and lines of seagulls. Its like nothing Ive ever seen. Just hundreds of seagulls all in line on the bridge.

I understand why people recomend Prague for its beautiful. No matter how much I boast I undersell it. Something you will just have to see for yourself.

Oh, Flip

Amazing night, rough morning. Although when its self inflicted I suppose theres not much room for complaining. Today, us girls, Erin and Rob headed out for a touristy day in Prague. Rob had the grand idea to go to the Castle. There was a tour through New Europe for the castle so we all agreed to go. When its through New Europe they also accept my fake student Id card so I get a discount. Cha Ching!

Now, today we had the pleasure of meeting Flip the tour guide. Ill never forget this guy, and its not because he was a specutular tour guide. He was awful. While he was knowledgable and passionate about he was speaking about...he was boring. That, and he tired to tell jokes. Jokes that were painful to listen to....because they werent funny...I literally heard the crickets cripp.Not even enough for a pity laugh. He would even try to redeem himself...."Sorry, new joke...im working on it." However, when your hungover and bored....other things are hiralrous.

We quickly lost interest in the Castle tour and found enjoyment in the people around us. Especially Rob. Rob is new at the tour thing and made the classic mistake. When a tour guide is speaking, everyone huddles around in front of the tour guide to listen. Rob, unfortunatly stood right beside the tour guide in front of the group to listen. Me and Christie almost peed ourselves in laughter. We were waiting for Rob to assit in the tour.

The Castle was not what we expected. It was more of a grounds then a classic castle. And the history to be honest was lacking. Expect, Mick Jagger paid to light one of the buildings. And Flip like St. George cause he fights dragons. (went on for a half hour with that one.) Nothing much was taken from the tour...it was a real disappointment.

However, there was one building I found of interest. It was the headquarters for the communist regime informants. Here, they would take anyone they felt like and torture them and imprison them. For nothing. At the height of communism in Prague 1 in 5 people were informants. They were expected relay information about their family, neighbors, and friends. Anything, if they laughed at a joke or read something of interest....even if they look at someone the wrong way.

After time, people in Prague were very distrustful and frightened of everything and everyone. They learned to not laugh, talk loud, learned to huddle together, and be very careful of their every move. Flip explained that allow communism is gone, the nature of these people stays the same. While the younger generations are more open and have a sense of humor.....the older generation that lived through it hasnt learned to let it go. Thats why Czech people dont laugh, smile, or show much expersion at all. We have noticed this...now however...it makes sense. Its sad that this is what communism has left behind. That, and now I understand why Flip doesnt know how to tell a joke.

That night we went back to our hostel and had a bit of a party. Evan, Erin, Rob, the Swedes and us girls chilled in our room and played drinking games. It was a blast. We even learned a couple new games from the Swedes. After the Swedes took us to a place called Criss Cross. These guys def know where their going. This place was neat. Had all this metal art work of moving pieces. It was pretty trippy.

There was even a place in the basement that was pitch black expect for the odd light. Strange.
After awhile, we were itching to dance so we headed back to the five story club. Its so huge that we found even more places inside. Incredable...I dont even know how they staff the place. Its THAT big.

After a successful night of fun we enjoyed a quite beautiful walk home along the river side.

Rob, The Ninja King

Today is a special day. Compairable to Christmas day or your 18th birthday. Today is the day Rob arrives. Now, Rob deserves a seperate introduction...so here it is folks.

Rob, The Ninja King

Christie met Rob at Big Valley a couple of years back. They became friends and stayed in touch. While Christie was living in Edmonton Rob was a freguent vistor. A couple of weeks back, Christie told us her friend Rob would be coming for a 17 day vacation to Europe, and he was meeting us in Prague. She gave a GLOWING review and said we would love him.

Well, turns out she was right.

Rob joined us just in time for breakie. Already we knew this guy would spice up our lives. No offense, but you get tired of each other when you've spent some odd 700 hours together.

After breakie, we walk around Prague with some baileys and coffee. We found the infamous square where most of the action in Prague is. Getting to know Rob is easy, he is enegeritic and hiralrous. An infectious guy to be around. He kept us laughing for hours.

Eventually, we found this Irish pub. Amazingly cheap drinks and food. Plus the football match was on so we got to cheer along with the Irish vistiors to Prague. Still not crazy about football, but I enjoy the excitment.

Then we headed back to the hostel. The hostel provides a pub crawl to go to the best local pubs in Prague and ends up at the biggest club in central Europe. Five Stories! I dont think I need to explain again just how much we enjoy pub crawls.

As well, Erin and Evan were also coming to Prague for the weekend and were meeting up for the Pub crawl as well. We met Erin and Evan in Barcelona. We kept in touch, and now we have friends to come and meet up with us. Amazing feeling! On top of that, the Swedes decided to come as well. Tonight was a full house.....big group of us.

The pub crawl was epic. Took us to the strangest places....including a cave....yep pretty sure it was an underground cave. After 3 or 4 pubs we went to the famous five story club. They were not lieing when they said it was huge. Every floor plays something different. Oldies, techno, top hits, 80's etc. And every floor is decorated completely different. You honestly would think you are in a new club.

The place had an amazing energy to it. It was especially fun because instead of it just being us three girls....here we had a huge group of us to party and dance with. It was nice to have friends surronding us. Especially Rob, who has some pretty sweet dance moves.

It was quite the experience and as you could imagine and amazing one. Best part? It was a quite 5 min walk from our hostel.

Silly Swedes

Now, let me just say the hostel we are staying in is not a hostel at all. It is a magnificent hotel. Gorgous, stunning bathroom complete with a heated drying rack and waterfall shower. Thats right, its like your showering in the rainforest. There is a bar and resturant in the hostel...which serves cheap amazing food. As well, the rooms are nicely spaced out, with comfy beds and duvets! St. Christophers is offical the nicest hostel we have stayed in.

So we have heard that shopping in Prague is cheap and unbeatable. Well the universe did not want us to buy fabulous new outfits and look hot apparently. We ask at reception where to go. They tell us about this outlet store just on the outskirts of town. Took us a good hour and half to get there by metro and bus. And its outlet for all those fancy name brands we cant afford....like Hugo Boss. Which we would never buy anyways....Nazis helper!

So, we headed back. Once back into town we headed to the square in search of something to our liking. Nothing. By this point, none of us were in the mood to shop. Disheartened we sat down on a bench to figure out the next game plan. Then as if the univerise had sent us a sign, a Thai massage place appeared before us. Suddenly, the body aches and pains of the past two months went rushing through us. Maybe we will just see a price list.

Like all of Prauge....it was pretty cheap. So we all decided to treat ourselves to a massage. Now these were authentic thai women and we were in Prague. They lead you up and command you to undress and go on the table. I went under the wrong sheet so when she came in she yelled at me to get up. (half naked) Then fixed it and told me to get under. Terrifying.

The massage was really good. And they do the whole body...right down to the toes. After the massage we were all on cloud nine. I could literally feel the blood circulating again. Just amazing. When we headed back to our hostel we met our new roomates. The Swedes.

Bjoin, David, and Joel were all from Sweden and here for a weekend holiday. David and Bjoin were studying medicine and Joel was a journalist. More doctors.....popular job over here. They were incredibly friendly and funny. Swedish accents are just adorable and funny sounding. Almost like their singing. Strange. They were going out for the night to some pubs in the area and invited us to come. I love when other people show us around.

We walked around for quite awhile trying to find the pub they were looking for. Swedes we discovered are kinda like the French. They love to stroll....the place could be around the cornor but it will take them a half hour to get there. It was fun though....these guys were a hoot. They have drinking songs. So in beautiful, rich harmony they would strol arm in arm singing songs. It really was a sight to see.

And these guys were close. No homophoia with these guys. It was refreshing though, they were just close friends and loved each other. We never did find the pub they were talking about. However, the stroll around Prague was worth it. We walked along the river, across it was gorgous lite up building including the Castle. And seagulls everywhere. On one pier there must have been over a hundred of them just chilling out.

Eventually, we gave up and decided to just go to the next pub. Coyote Ugly. Nah, it cant be like the one in the states. Sure enough, we walk in and there are the girls dressed in their cowboy gear doing a line dance to Shania, " Man I feel like a Woman." Now, we havent heard country since we left Canada. So we got REALLY excited. Maybe they play all country music! Nope. One song, then back to techno.
Either way, it was a pretty cool bar. That and hanging out with the Swedes is the most entertainment Ive had in weeks. Love meeting new friends.

Oops...Now Don't We Feel Silly

Another travel day. Argh, you never get used to them. They all kinda suck...expect for the train ride. Seriously, you have to get up before 10 am check out, pack up all the crap sprawled around the room and carry that backpack that magically keeps getting heavier. However, on this day I reached my limit. My backpack was so heavy that the metal support beam bended down. I was using a towel to keep it from jabbing into my back. I made it to the train station before I broke down in tears from the weight of it. Heavy, Heavy, Heavy. I had to take the laundry bag out of my clothes and carry it infront of me. Yes, I looked ridiculous and No, I did not take a picture.

It was a short ride to Prague, and a lovely one. We were pretty hungry and forgot to get snacks for the train so we went to the dinning cart. Now, the dinning cart attendant was not super friendly. Just kinda looked at us....no emotion....barely acknowledged us. However, it wasnt like he was being rude....it was more of a persona. Hard to explain. For example, I asked if I could still get breakfast...he says" Ya..tomm morning" Like he was making a joke, so I laughed and he just stared at me. Awkward. We learned later on.....these are Czech people.

Anyways, me and Christie decided to try the goulash. Sour cream, tomato sauce stuff and ALOT of cabbage. It wasnt so bad, kinda tasty....popular dish in the Czech Republic. However, later it was bad.....very very bad......lets just say were never having that painful dish again. Once we got to Prague we knew we had to take out money because the currency is in Kourons not Euros. However, we were excitied for 300 euros is 8000 kourons.

Now, we have proven through our backpacking that we can take the metro and find our hostel. But were tired....we got 8000 Kourons....so we figured we would take a cab. So we go to the taxi stand, ask how much, he says 980 kourons so we hop in. It was a quite cab ride, but much nicer then carrying a heavy backpack. We get to the receptionist and ask her about the currency and what its comparible to in Euros. 1 Euro = 23 Kourons. Shit.

Receptionist: You didnt take a cab did you?

Us: Ya we did

Receptionist: How much did you pay?

Us: 980 Kourons

Receptionist: You paid like 50 Euros for that cab ride.

Wow. Dont we feel stupid. Apparently, Prague cab drivers are famous for this. Because people (like us), get off the plane or train, have no sense of what the money is worth, and expect cabs to just give us a good rate. There is literally a police force dedicated to these guys. Sometimes, the cab drivers give different currency back....like Hungarian or Polish. Some Germans who checked in earlier were given 60 euros worth of change in Hungarian money....which equals about 5 euros. Anyways, live and learn I guess.

After all that, we decided to take a look around Prauge. However, the majority of our conversation was focused on getting the currency straight in our heads. Okay...so if those shoes are 450 Kourons what is that in Euros....well 230 is ten euros....so like 21 euros? Thats literaly what we did....until we just started bringing a calculator with us.

We found this nice cafe, which we were pretty sure was cheap and headed in. To our calculations, this was a CHEAP resturant. So, we went all out. However, soon we realized it was fancy fancy fancy. I ordered vegatable soup....they put down the bowl with just veggies in it, then the fancy waiter man pours the broth in. Our bill was 613.00. Which was only like 12 euros each. But MAN. Your heart skips a beat when thats the grand total on the bill. Takes a bit to get used to.

After walking around a bit more, we knew we were going to have an amazing time in Prague. Things are cheap....beer 1 euro, food dishes all under 10 euros..plus the scerny is to die for. Cobble stone roads, grandous buildings and alot of charm. However, that night we were exhausted. Berlin was rough on us, add on a travel day and we needed time to recoup. So we decided to take the opportunity to get a good nights rest, because Im sure we wouldnt be getting much sleep the rest of our stay.

How Blessed We Are

Today we went to Sachsenhausen concentration camp. Like Danchu in Munich, it was outside of Berlin in a small town. Its sad that these small towns claim to fame is a large concentration camp. Especially because the majority of the houses there were built by concentration camp prisoners for SS guards. These houses are still in use today. I cant say I would want to be living in one of those homes with a concentration camp as my front porch view.

Again, we did this tour through New Europe. These tour guide however are different from the free tour guides. Solemn and knowledgable, and have a passion for educationing others on the horrors that lie inside the walls of these camps.

This tour, while similar to Danchu told a different story. The bunkers and cell blocks were very similar, as well as the victums who were sent to these camps. This tour went into more detail on what excatly were expected of the prisoners. One work detail was to test German army boots. They were given boots, usually to small for their feet, then sent to run back and forth on a stretch of broken rocks while carrying a ten pound bag. Usually this would last for around 12 hours or till they dropped dead of exhaustion.

Other work details were working in factorys, such as Hugo Boss factorys. Hugo Boss also designed the SS guard uniforms. Makes you rethink buying a Hugo Boss suit. Women were usually prostitues and many other men did back breaking labour in fields. All this work however was imperative to the German war machine. It is the hard labour of these people that kept it runnning.

There was also a roll call every morning and every night. This was when every prisoner was lined up and accounted for. However, this could go on for hours. There were alot of prisoners. So you would have to stand erect and still, in the burning heat or the frezzing cold till everyone was accounted for. As well, if someone was not there...roll call would start from the beginning. Everyone was accounted for....everyone. That means, if someone died in the night or while working....another prisoner had to drag the dead body with them to roll call.

There was also a public exucation stand in the middle of the camp. For anyone who disobeyed or did not do a job properly. They were killed in front of everyone, and left hanging there for the day for everyone to see.

There was also a seperate hidden area of the camp. In this area was the Station Z. This was to kill prisoners of war. At the time, mostly soviet prisoners or people of interest from Germany and prisioners from the camp needed to be killed. There is a trench were they would pile in tons of men....they line them up in fives and shot them. The SS guards were having problems with this. Not only was it hard to get all the piled up bodies out of the trench, the SS guards were having a hard time looking the person in the eye....the person begging for mercy, scared, and speaking of their families. They were still human, and they knew what they were doing was wrong. So the Nazis built a seperate building to deal with this.

This building was Station Z. You would be sent in, thinking your going to have a medical examination. Then you wait in a room listening to loud classical music. (to muffle the noise) Then your sent into a room and lined up against a wall (thinking they are to take measurements) then from behind the wall a rifle is placed in a small hole that lines up with your neck, and your shot dead. This way, the SS guard did not have to see the person. They just pull the trigger. From there the body would be dragged to the Krematirum to be burned to ash. Near the end they had to bring in more mobile Krematirums to keep up with all the bodies. A total of 15 at the end.

There was also a medical examination building. This was mostly for the public. To show the world that they were providing medical attention to the prisoners. However, the tortured prisoners were only patched up enough to keep working. They also did experiments on the prisoners. Such as giving them dieases to see how it affects humans to find a cure. However, they would always let them die from it.
We also the old SS guard meeting hall and housing units as well as their training camp. This training camp is now being used to train German police. Hmmmm........

Interestingly, when the camp first opened they were having problems with the SS guards. Many were depressed, not working sadistically enough, and many were committing suicide. Just goes to show, many people knew this was wrong and against human nature. However, the Nazi's always came up with solutions to these problems. They made a meeting hall, were after a shift they could drink and be merry. The Nazis provided alot of alchol to them. Keep them drunk was the plan. It also worked to torture the prisoners. For they could hear the merriment over the camp walls.

After a tour like this, there is not much to say. Only that if you ever get the chance to go, you should.

That night, we were looking for something to keep our minds off the tour. So we went on a pub crawl. Again, we were ID......it was really getting kinda ridiculous. But we had an amazing time. Berlin has AWESOME clubs and pubs. Every place had a completely different feel. We even went to a place where in the middle of the table is a beer tap. You just pour your beer and on the computer screen it tells you how much beer your getting and what you own. Then at the end you pay your tab. To cool! And dangerous! Either way....great way to end a fantastic stay in Berlin.

VRRROOM VRRRRROOM

Warning: This is not for the faint of heart. It would be better for you to attempt this at home then in Berlin. This is only for idiots such as ourselves who clearly have wonderful gurdian angels watching over us.

We got this crazy idea. We saw this sign, CITY SCOOTERS! DRIVE AROUND IN STYLE! ONLY 40 EUROS FOR THE DAY!! We thought to ourselves....those must be easy to drive around, why not!
We went to the place all excited and ready for a lovely drive around Berlin. Once there, the scooter guy was disbelieved that we were actually over 18. We were used to that by now. All we showed was our drivers license and paid for the bike and insurance. Then we went to the bikes.

Scooter guy asks us if we've ever riden a scooter before.

No...but we have riden a quad!

Scooter guy looks up at the three of us, then says....do you need an introduction then?

Um....ya! That would be nice.

Well that 5 min introduction turned into an hour lesson. Complete with him running behind the scooter holding onto the back of our bikes. They are alot heavier then we thought, and alot more difficult then we thought. At the end of our lesson, Stef was scarly driving around....to fast in my opnion. Christie had the permant "Terrified Look" on her face. And Scooter guy was quickly regretting his desicion to rent us the scooters. Scooter guy kept repeating " No accidents, No accidents, Do not get into Accidents...I will charge you money if you get in an accident"

After an hour, Scooter guy was looking for an out. Christie was clinging to him for emotional support and someone to hold onto her bike while she drove. She even kindly asked him to come along. He just told her, "Before picture...you have legs, After picture....you have no legs". When Christie was taking a spin down the sidewalk (yes the sidewalk was our pratice route) he made his exit....quickly saying to me" Call this if bike is destoryed...if you break your limbs and bike is fine, dont call." Then, we were on our own.

Now, remeber. We dont know anything about Berlin traffic laws or speed limits. We also do not know our way around Berlin. But for some reason we decided to just go for it. We started down some side streets going slow and getting honks left right and centre. Then all of a sudden we were on a huge busy road. But, after white knuckles, repeating Our Fathers, and on the verge of throwing up.......we got the hang of it. It was FUN!

Here we were. So europeans....crusing along with the other Germans. It was fabulous!! Once we got the hang of it, there was no stopping us. We went everywhere. And, with a map...we were able to find things quickly and easily. This is WAY better then walking.

However, once night hit it was dark. We were having trouble seeing where we were going. Then a gust of wind came up....it caught my jacket and I stumbled to catch my balance. I almost tipped the bike. Behind me, Christie and Stef were having the same issues. Wind and scooters do not mix. By that point, we were kinda lost and trying to find the scooter place to drop off the bikes. It was scary. The gust of winds were getting stronger...but we knew we had to get the bikes back. It was a long ride, terrifying. We finally found the place. All of us were ok and so where the bikes....however only by the grace of God.

Once there, the Scotter guy comes up to us.

Me:Look! Were alive and we didnt crash the bikes!

Scooter guy: I can't believe it.

Me: You thought we were going to crash the bikes, didnt you?

Scooter guy: Yes. I did. Im surpirsed. Its hard to surprise German man.

He loved us...especially because we brought the bikes back in one piece. Renting the bikes, was foolish...but we got away with it. However, after all the excitement of the day...we had a quiet evening. Still, putting Scooter on my Christmas wish list.

Berlin is Forever Changing

I apoligize again for no pictures....This SD is not working....Sorry.

Today we did the free walking tour. We were all pretty stoked consider Berlin is a mass of history. Of course, we did it through the New Europe company, who has always provided consistently great tours. We met at the Berlinger Tor, this is a famous monument in Berlin...they put this symbol on everything.

Now on our way to finding the Berlingtor monument, we found a bit of home. Out of the cornor of our eye, there it was. Red, White and Beautiful. A CANADIAN FLAG!! When your overseas, you notice anything and anyone Canadian. And here was two large Canadian flags on a large building! We ran hard and fast towards this bit of home. Once there...we realized it was the Canadian Embassy!!! It took everything we had to go in. Cause, lets face it...the only reason we would be visiting the Canadian embassy is if we lost our passports. So we didnt want to jinx it. However....wonder if Canadians work there?

We got there and there was our tour group. We lucked out this tour with a guide named David. From the UK and hiralrous. His jokes and enthusiam were throughly entertaining. I especially apperciated the fact that he singled out the French couple and mockingly trashed their country....to the point they left the tour. Im sensing some countries have issues with the French.

Now we learned ALOT in this tour....by far the most fasinating tour ive ever been on. Berlin has a long and incredibly rough history. This city has been through so much, although walking around its hard to believe Berlin was ever anything but the greatest city in Europe to live.Berlin has come along way. So marks the saying "London will always be London, Paris will always be Paris, Berlin will never be Berlin, for the only constant in Berlin is that it is forever changing." So let me give you some highlights.

The Berlingner Tor is a famous gateway into Berlin. Its been around FOREVER and through the the Iron Curtain times was completely shut off to the public. As well, the statue ontop has a history of its own. When France conquer Prussia...to which Germany/Berlin was apart of at the time, Napeloen so loved the statue...he toke it for his private collection. When Prussia won back their state...obviously they took it back. Now, the Staute (Lady Victoria, Godess of Victory) looks directly across at the French ambessy across the street. So she can keep a close eye on the french.

Berlin also has the most interesting monuments. Some are large and purposefull to acknowledge the dark history they were apart of. While other sites have nothing to prove anything happened. This has been done to make a loud statement, as if to say we refuse to provide any attention to what happened here. Berlin will not let you have your glory. Let me elaborate.

One of the monument we visited is dedicated to the Jewish victums of the Holocaust. It is estimated that 11 milion people died in the Holocaust. This number is made up of homosexuals, disabled, communists, Germans who spoke up, and gypsys. However, 6 million were Jewish. Making up the largest category. Its this huge square of concrete blocks, all different sizes, all in various rows. When you walk through the the squares that get larger and smaller, you get an eery feeling. The gray concerte surronding you makes you feel small and alone. Then you look to your left and someone is walking by your row. But you only get a fleeting look at them, like a ghost floating by. The artist did a wonderful job. Everyone has a different experience, either way...makes you think.

Of course, there are many other monuments dedicated to the homosexuals and disabled and other who were victums of the Holocaust. This one is obviously the biggest. However, contraversy surronds it. There is an anit-grafitti chemical on the blocks. The company who provided the chemical is the same company who made the synide for the gas chambers in WW2. Hmmm....

The next stop was a parking lot. There we were in a parking lot in front of an apartment building all huddled around David waiting for him to speak. Looking around we were curious as to why this was of importance. The apartment building was pretty plain, the parking lot was just dirt and there was nothing spectular across the street. David, being a clever british man he is made a few jokes about the parking lot and how lovely it was. Then came the truth. Right below us is where Hilter took his last breath.

Looking down at your feet all you see is dirt. Knowing that Hitler killed himself 5 metre below that dirt however, is chilling. David explained that the bunker is still intact, although not due to lack of trying to destory it. Knowing that the Soviet were marching through Berlin and making the final movements to end the war, Hitler cowardly took shelter in the bunker. The day before he married his longtime mistress Eva, and the next day Eva, Hitler and his dog took synaide. Hitler commanded his close allies to destory his body, however due to lack of resources to do so...Hitler remained mostly intact just charred.

After the war, Hitlers body was cremaited and his ashes were sent down the river. The place he died (the bunker), was covered with dirt and made into a parking lot. All SS buildings and Nazi buildings were torn down. Many remain empty lots of dirt, for no one wants to build on anything Nazi material has occupied. Now, the Germans have good reason for this. Some say they are hiding their dirty past, trying to erase it. However, the Germans see it differently.

They have many monuments dedicated to the victums of the war and mueseums dedicated to educating people on the horrors of the war. But, when it comes to sites such as Hitlers death place....they want nothing to draw attention to such an evil man. They dont want Neo-Nazis coming to worship the place he died. As well, they do not want to give Hitler the attention and respect he wanted so badly. Therefore, his bunker is parking spot 34. Nothing special.

Next stop... Berlin Wall. Now there is just a block left of the infamous Berlin Wall. Its gated up, mostly because people kept chipping off part of the wall as a keepsake. Its amazing, you can still see the graffitti, saying tear down the wall etc. Looking at it, you think....well this is just a wall. Im sure you could get over it. However, there was this wall....then a strip called the Death Zone. Then another wall. This went all around the one half of Berlin. Now the Death Zone, was filled with barb wire, bobby traps, sniper towers, ditchs, etc. No one made it out of the death zone.

Now, of course the Berlin wall was an incredible story. But ill just tell of the fun facts. People literally woke up one day to barb wire and soliders defending this all around the city. If you were on the wrong side of the barbed wire you were now in communist territory. Your jobs on the other side? Your out of work. Your family and friends are on the other side? You wont see them for years. You went out with some buddies and stayed at their house? Time to find a new place to live.

Its really hard to believe. But this was the communist way to keep people from heading to the USA side of Germany. The Berlin wall started as barbed wire and went through 5 stages to end up the way it was. How it came down was amazing too. Now it wasnt that long ago, so some of you may even remeber the story. But I was far to young to now at the time, so the story fasicanated me.

For some time before the Iron curtain was collasping and communism was falling. But, it was one man making a terrible mistake that led to that night the Berlin wall fell down. One of the government officials was making a state speech to Germany. The plan was to give a few exceptions to who passed through the Berlin wall. The exceptions were still strict and useless, but the government thought it might calm the revolution. However, this state official did not go to the meeting and just winged it on tv. He was handed the speech paper and read it aloud.

A journalist askes
Every Berliner was watching this speech. That means every Berliner would be able to cross over! It was a fatal mistake on Schabowski part, he read the paper wrong. So all the Berliners went to the checkpoint demanding to be let through. Within hours there was such a crowd, there was nothing that could be done to contain them. The rest is history. Fascinating.
Another fasincating monument was located in this square just off of the main road. It was in this square that the book burning took place. 20,000 books by jewish authors, or authors the Nazi's deemed unfit were burned. If you look at the far right of the square there is a clear glass with a light shinning through. Looking down you see a white room with four huge empty bookcases. This room can store 20,000 books....but its empty because of what Hitler did.

Near the end of the tour we also went to a huge temple looking building. Inside was a statue of a mother holding her dead german soilder son. This monument is controversial. This one is dedicated to soilders who had died in battle in WW1 and WW2. Now, its true that the World Wars were started by the Germans. However, many mothers and wives lost their husbands and sons. Mothers that did not ask to have their men taken from them. Plus, many of them were forced to do so through conspriction.

So, really....shouldnt they be acknowledged as well? A place for families to grieve for their love ones? Not all of them were working in concetration camps. However, when you grow up in Canada and all you learn about Germany is Hitler and the NAzis....its hard to open your mind to the other side of things.
However, under neath this temple looking building is the body of an unknown jewish man and unknown german soilder. Hmm....dont even know what to think of that.

By the time the tour was done it was dark and frezzing. The whole way home we discussed the amount of history Berlin has to offer. Berlin is so rich in stories and mystery. You could study this place for ages. Just makes me want to find a German man to marry all the more.

Every Berliner was watching this speech. That means every Berliner would be able to cross over! It was a fatal mistake on Schabowski part, he read the paper wrong. So all the Berliners went to the checkpoint demanding to be let through. Within hours there was such a crowd, there was nothing that could be done to contain them. The rest is history. Fascinating.

Another fasincating monument was located in this square just off of the main road. It was in this square that the book burning took place. 20,000 books by jewish authors, or authors the Nazi's deemed unfit were burned. If you look at the far right of the square there is a clear glass with a light shinning through. Looking down you see a white room with four huge empty bookcases. This room can store 20,000 books....but its empty because of what Hitler did.

Near the end of the tour we also went to a huge temple looking building. Inside was a statue of a mother holding her dead german soilder son. This monument is controversial. This one is dedicated to soilders who had died in battle in WW1 and WW2. Now, its true that the World Wars were started by the Germans. However, many mothers and wives lost their husbands and sons. Mothers that did not ask to have their men taken from them. Plus, many of them were forced to do so through conspriction.

So, really....shouldnt they be acknowledged as well? A place for families to grieve for their love ones? Not all of them were working in concetration camps. However, when you grow up in Canada and all you learn about Germany is Hitler and the NAzis....its hard to open your mind to the other side of things.
However, under neath this temple looking building is the body of an unknown jewish man and unknown german soilder. Hmm....dont even know what to think of that.

By the time the tour was done it was dark and frezzing. The whole way home we discussed the amount of history Berlin has to offer. Berlin is so rich in stories and mystery. You could study this place for ages. Just makes me want to find a German man to marry all the moreabout a new law permitting GDR citizens more freedom of travel would go into effect. Schabowski famously told the journalist: "As far as I know, that goes into effect now, immediately."

Chillin @ the Waterfront

Due to the night before, we decided to take it easy and just explore the city. Getting lost in a city is a splendid feeling, this is how you find and see the things on in the guide books. Its especially nice when your in Berlin for six nights so you have the time to do it. I wouldnt be able to tell you where we were, but it was awesome.

Berlin is modern yet historic at the same time. Its hard to explain. But we are really enjoying the chilly weather. It feels like fall....feels like Canada. We actually happened to stumble on that cheap Angus place again.....by stumble I mean purposely plan our day to go there. Another cheap amazing meal.
That night we went to the Wombats skybar again. This time we met this odd fellow from Montreal. Nice guy...just odd...kinda lonely. Anyways, he told us about Watergate...a club he went to last night. Its by the East Side Gallery and right along the river. So, we went.

Berlin's club are all so unqiue. Like nothing Ive ever seen! This one was not as big as Tresor, although still pretty huge. IT was early so we got a drink at a longe down the way. While there we ran into a guy from the US studying philosophy, a guy from Italy studying philosophy, and an aussie backpacker. Weird mix. The American was 19 and an idoit know it all. Of course I sat there an agrued him for an hour about why the US is not the centre of the universe. Anyways, at least the other guys were nice.

We got to the club and had to convience the bouncer we were of age to get it. Remeber the age of entry is 16. Why do people think were so young! Anyways the club was amazing. Two floors, and a breath taking view of the river. We danced the night away like we usually do. However, its a way better time when your in an amazing club like this one.

Berlin Certainly Makes Us Younger

We got up early and once again packed up our backpacks. We had to switch hostels...again. Damn that stupid mistake. However, I think we were all a little sad to say goodbye to the Grand Hostel....for it truly was Grand. On the way out the hostel offered an all you can eat breakie buffet. And it was no cheese and bread....yogurt, pasta, eggs, fruit. The whole nine yards. Great way to start the day.

Wombats was easy to find and excatly what we had hoped for. All the Wombats are standard, which means you know you will have a great stay. We lucked out with a four person dorm, sharing with a German girl. First thing she says when she hears were from Canada " Oh no, you canadians like to party, Ya?" Either way, she loved us. Great roomie.

After settling into our room, we headed out to find the mall. Its cold in Berlin, we dont have jackets, mitts, scarfs, nothing...we just came from Spain. So of course we had perfect justification to go shopping.

We might have gone a little overboard. We were like children inside an amusement park. Look at this sweater....OMG ive always wanted this....this color would look amazing on me. This went on for about three hours. When you havent shopped in months, you realize how exhilrating it can be. We did constrain ourselves, we stood there pleading our case to each other, explaing excatly why it was impartive to our lives that we have that sweater in blue and gray. Either way, now we were set for Berlin.

On the way home, we were commenting on how nice Germans were. We are used to not getting customer service in Europe, but is it to much to ask to get a smile once in awhile? Germany is like our Canadian fix it. Still no customer service like Canada, but they always smile, say hello, pleases and thanks you...all that stuff you take for granted. Its so small, but it really come to apperciate it when you havent heard it in so long. As well, Germans are wonderful at helping you out. They give great directions, will even tell you a great place to eat or coffee shop. I love Germans.

Once we got back to the hostel, we spent quite awhile trying on our new clothes. Wow, it was a rush to look in the mirror and see a new outfit. I really was getting sick of looking at myself in the same three outfits. Then we got ready for the night, and we looked good. Amazing what a new outfit will do for a girl.

Wombats always has a bar inside the hostel, which is convient. This one however is a Skybar. you go on the Terrace and it has an incredible view of Berlin. With the TV tower in the centre. We happened to luck out, the week we were in Berlin is also the Festival of Lights. All the main buildings are colorfully lit up, its really neat. After we had enough of the cold we headed in.

As well as being convient, the bar also offers cheap beer. I think your grasping that this is my kind of place. After awhile the guys behind us invited us to join them. Six guys, French, All Doctors. Ya, right. Do these guys think were stupid? We have met enough people to know that you can be whatever you want to be. Even heard of the guys that got into a club because they claimed to be MTV producers. So forgive us if we seem skeptical.

The crazy thing is, we found out later they really are all doctors. All specilizing in different fields, almost done their schooling. So we were wrong, either way, better to be safe then sorry. These guys were all very nice, and explained profusly that they are different then Paris frenchies. They vowed to show us that the French are really great people.

They have a friend that is living in Berlin and knows the best places to go. So we got our jackets and headed out. First we got some food, thank goodness frenchies like to eat because we were straving. Know, we are still kinda at a loss since we gave up kebabs. But my heart thanks me for it. They took us to this fast food Mexican like resturant. It was cheap and good! At one point, we were all sitting at a table and I thought to myself. Im in Germany, eating Mexican food, with six French guys. How International.

Once we got to the metro stop we were looking for, we realized the Frenchies were strollers. They would slowly walk a couple of steps, then stop and turn around to talk to the person behind them, then stroll a couple of metres, then stop look at the map, then stroll and then go backwards to talk to someone in the back of the group. It was ridiculous! We would literally have to stop, give them a 10 min head start, then walk normally just to keep their speed. We were actually taking baby steps to stay in line with them.

While, strolling is fine and all.....they could not figure out how to read the map or figure out where to go. They explained the night before they spent 4 hours trying to find the one club. I can see why. I took the map and led them in the right directions. I aint spending four hours walking around. Anyways, we found the place...but at midnight...way to early to go in. So this club would have to wait.

We met up with their friend who lives in Berlin, and thankfully this woman knew where she was going. Now, Berlin is famous for their nightlife.However, if you dont have a local to go with...good luck finding the place. On the way, she pointed out a couple places that were bars and clubs. You look at a wall with graffitti all over it, that has a tiny door. Inside....thats one of the best bars in Berlin. Nothing has signs, its crazy.

We got to the street, and she leads the way through a wire fence up some concert stairs. It looks like you would being going to the metro. Then you turn the cornor and on the far right is a graffitti wall, tiny door, and a guy sitting on a stool. You would never know that this was a bar. You go in and its just one room. A bar on one end, DJ booth on the other, some sitting on the windowsill, and a toilet room. Thats it. But this place was pumping. Everyone was crowded and dancing to the Electro music with the strobe lights going.

Now, Berlin nightlife is very different. Techno and Electro is all they play. There is always lights, strobe lights, smoke, discos...the whole nine yards. And, everybody dances. Even the husky German man. Another interesting observation? You see a group of gay guys, then a straight guy getting it on with his girl beside them. There is a huge gay population here....but everyone is really accepting of it. Doesnt bother them one bit.

While there, we met a German man. He was big, really scary looking and not to approachable. We were taking tacky pictures of ourselves when he comes over.....looks down at us....then smiles and says " Would you like me to take the picture for you" He was the nicest guy in the world. Again, I love Germans. You think this guy would shank you..but really he just wants to help you out.

Sidenote: The drinking age in Berlin is 16. While we have been here us girls have been ID at every club we have been too. And they really look at it. As well, talking to people on many seperate occasions they have asked if we were 16. To the point they do not believe we are 24. As well, on four seperate occasions I have been asked if Im from Spain. Spain. Can you believe that? Its like we got to Berlin and suddenly we look completely different.

After dancing our butts off, we headed out to the main event. This club was infamous in Europe. Tresor, it in an old warehouse and it is huge! You go in and its like your walking through an underground mine. Everything is red and there is smoke everything. At first, its kinda scary but you get used to it. Then you turn the cornor and there is a dance floor with seperate longing rooms connected to it. You go up another floor and there is a quiter disco with a balcony overlooking the abanded work line of the factory. Ive never been in a place so cool.

The dance floor was pumping with Techno and strobe lights and lights. Im surprised we could hear the next morning. Everyone had glow sticks and was just dancing like theyve never danced before. Needless to say, it was an incredible night. By far an unforgetable night.