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sign language gif

just a short gif from my semester project … I guess there‘ll be more in the future …

Fall to winter

… and the crows are everywhere.

Balkarama

Well time has passed quick and this blog is certainly not being kept up in the last months and years (I just realize that I keep repeating myself). Anyway, since I‘m about to step into the next chapter and leave Bolzano for good I would like to share a really great picture with you. Obviously the quality is horrible and lighting was a bit „inarticulate“ but heck what can you expect from a webcam :) . The picture was taken last thursday at the Bachelor exam party where Martin and I decided to finally break with the habits of playing exclusively Minimal Techno and go to Balkan in the worst possible way. The Auto-DJ function (we have no clue of djing) made some trouble in the beginning but quite some crowd danced really crazy in the end. I suppose we were also motivating people since we were also dancing like mad behind the DJ desk.


Janović & Martičko feat. Balkarama

We also had some great loop visuals which unfortunately I cannot show due to clear copyright infrigements ;)

To give you an idea of the music we played I include a few clips with really nice Balkan style songs.


Budzillus – Der Untergang


Russkaja – Dobrij Abend

Und natürlich durfte auch sowas nicht fehlen:


Nôze – Dring Dring

trains in winter time

I spent a reasonable time on trains lately and most of the time had my camera with me. Of course I could have slept or read or whatever but most often I was staring out the window fascinated by the winter scenery that was passing by. I don‘t know if I should say „unfortunately“ but in Bolzano we mostly have sun and blue skies. The ski resorts are suffering a bit but I quite like the sun. It somehow makes you happy once you cross the Brennero and suddenly the weather changes from grey and snowy austrian weather to sunny „italian“ weather. But anyway I made this short video coming back from Munich two days ago. It’s basically three short clips in overlay mapped to the music – a song by Lali Puna called „Scary World Theory“. It’s a first try again (I keep forgetting things if I‘m not constantly doing videos and editing them) and at some points it definitely would need some fine-tuning. Other than that I‘m quite happy with the result. I hope you like it, too.

Coco Rosie


Coco Rosie – Promise

Haven‘t checked from when and which album it comes, but I really like this song. Although it’s not as „experimental“ as most other Coco Rosie songs their most recognised characteristic – the womens voices – come out quite nicely.

Deuter

It’s already out for a bit now but if you get hands on a recent Deuter catalogue (I suppose German only) you will be able to find some photos we took on our trip to Iceland last year. We managed to „test-walk“ their backpacks and other gear in exchange for the photos they can use in their promo-material. I‘m very happy with the backpack, though it’s huge, and I‘m fairly happy we we‘re actually chosen to be printed :) .


This is already up for a lot longer, click the image to see the website.

Lisboa

Well I meant to close this blog for good already for a while, there’s a lot going on but I didn‘t feel like publishing it in the web. I was quite amazed though when I saw the statistics that I have constant visitors (constantly low like always :) but constant).

Anyway I took the time to travel to Lisboa last weekend to visit Martin (have a look at his blog, his photos are great). It was my first time in the city, in Portugal in fact and I‘m sure it won‘t be the last time. The city’s touristic board advertises with the slogan „Em junho, Lisboa está em festa!“ (In June Lisbon is partying!) at the moment which is quite an ambitious ad. But to be honest I actually do believe them. The last weekend was the celebration of St. Antonio, the city’s patron and it was somewhat of an „Ausnahmezustand“ (state of emergency). Literally everyone was on the street and at 5 in the morning it felt like it was still just the beginning of the night. It was crazy but very relaxed, nobody was fighting or being aggressive, just some nice „let’s-get-drunk-and-celebrate-together“ feeling.
Other than partying in the evening I had enough time to just walk around, go to the beach or listen to live jazz music in a nice park above the city, great times.


view from Miradouros


Martins terrace is fairly beautiful


decent party decoration


midgets on the left, regular people on the right


I have no idea what this is but it looks quite nice


last sardines at 5 in the morning

the Highlands and onwards

I never actually finished up with Iceland so I guess it’s time for it now. As you might have read our last stop was Reykjavik. From there we decided we would love to head north and finish up the circle by crossing the Highlands. We felt fortunate after hearing that we had bought tickets for the last bus across the Highlands for this season. Well, it turned out to be not as great as we hoped. Most of the time we had gray sky and endless fields of dark gray rocks. Our bus was an old Toyota Van that was bumping along the gravel roads. The driver was probably in his early 60s and didn‘t speak much English except for telling us the time how long we would stop in the middle of nowhere as the schedule stated it. In the beginning we stopped once again at the famous sights of the Golden Circle near Reykjavik but after we had crossed the northern most sight of it everybody except us and the bus drivers‘ sister were left. We eventually reached Akureyri after 15 hours of rain and tons of rocks.


our private taxi across the Highlands – the bus driver and his sister somewhere in Iceland between glaciers

Luckily though the weather changed in Akureyri and in the following days we had bright sunshine and fairly high temperatures. We decided to leave Akureyri quickly to head to Myvatn (Mosquito Lake), again in a Geothermal area. From there we started our last hiking tour from Dettifoss, yet another waterfall, along the canyon northward towards Asbyrgi.


a local girl who gave us a ride told us that it was a good time of the year, the weather was perfect and the amount of mosquitoes rather fair, in summer (it was supposed to be fall already) you have black clouds of them flying all over the place


a skiing slope in Geothermal region, I really wonder if that made any sense

While you start your hike in a moon-like landscape with strangely-shaped, dark gray rocks all around you it keeps changing and getting greener with every kilometer you get closer to Asbyrgi and the coastal line. At one point you end up at a cliff and below you is – behold – one of Icelands few forests. Asbyrgi is a horseshoe-shaped cliff that protects the forest from wind which obviously is the biggest reason why there is almost no forest elsewhere. Our travel guide advised us in fact not to make fun of the forest of Iceland for reasons of politeness but we found out that the Icelandic themselves make jokes about it.

„If you ever get lost in the woods in Iceland, just stand up.“ (Icelandic saying)


Dettifoss is Europes biggest waterfall in terms of the amount of water flowing down per second (which is a number I could tell you if I still remembered it but that really goes beyond imagination)


the canyon along the way to Asbyrgi just gets more and more fascinating, once again a nature highlight (as if Iceland hadn‘t „showed-off“ already)




and there we are in a forest which appears fairly odd

We hitchhiked back south on the eastern ridge of the canyon and headed further back to Seydisfjordur to catch the ferry a few days later. After four weeks in Iceland and another 3 days on the rather boring ferry we reached Germany again.


yeah well a cliché-photo and in fact we were picked up by pick-up truck at that point and had to throw the bags in the back


in Seydisfjordur we decided that it was time for another beer and were happy that there was a state-owned liquor store – „vinbudin“ – which is usually not the case for most place in Iceland…


… but we could only start laughing about the opening hours of the shop.

Reykjavik

With around 120.000 inhabitants Reykjavik is by far the biggest town in Iceland thus the capital of the state. I suppose it is not the smallest capital town in the world but I‘m sure it is the smallest capital that maintains such a cosmopolitan atmosphere. Apart from the architecture which is rather „down-to-earth“ the town is truly different. I have never seen such a wild nightlife in a small town like this (just come to Bolzano and find out yourself – we are about as big as Reykjavik), the music scene is as diverse as you hear it and yet the town is very relaxing and by far not chaotic or „never-resting“ like most other capital towns (I know it’s about the size…).

We spent a few days in Reykjavik mainly relaxing and regaining energy for the next hikes. So most of the time we just walked around and looked at what we saw or simply went to the pool to soak in the hot pools.

I checked my photos and the only place on this trip where I didn‘t take a lot of photos was Reykjavik. Here are just a few of the few that I really like.


The famous Hallgrímskirkja in the city center, its architect Guðjón Samúelsson was inspired by the basalt pillars created by volcanic activities. With it’s 74,5m high bell tower the church is among the highest buildings in Iceland.


who is watching who now?


probably the best website you could imagine for an erotic store

hot spring action

After the disappointment of the Laugavegur we headed to Selfoss, a town close to Reykjavik. The next town is Hveragerdi [Kverageri] which is the starting point of one of the geothermal regions in Iceland. Once you leave the town northward and hike for about 1-2 hours you reach a creek that has a nice temperature to take a bath. One of the smoky sulfur springs flows together with an ice cold mountain spring which creates a creek with an average temperature of around 40°C near the crossing. We spent the whole afternoon relaxing after the days of hiking and enjoyed it a lot.

On the following day we walked further towards Þingvallavatn, a lake that was created by the gap between the eurasian and the north American tectonic plate. It is supposed to be one of the Top 10 scubadiving spots on earth due to the clear water leaving sight of approximately 100-130m.

volcanic ashes

One of the most interesting treks in Iceland is the „Laugavegur“, a 4-6 day hike either starting in Landmannalaugar or in Skógar, a small town on the southern coast with one of the most famous waterfalls, the Skógafoss. We decided to hike northward starting in Skogar. The first day led across a small path between Myrdalsjökull and Eyjafjallajökull. After the eruption in March the trekking path has been changed and now leads across dark lava fields that are still hot inside.


In the higher parts of trek the landscape turns from grey rocks to black sand. After a while you realize that you are actually walking on snowfields covered by black ashes from the recent volcanoe eruption.


We weren‘t extremely lucky with the weather that day but a big part of the fog is also produced by steam from below.


Many people told us that we shouldn‘t put down our backpacks as they could catch fire very easily. I don‘t know if it’s more of a legend but the ground was hot in some parts.


A lava stream found its way down a valley.


On the first day we reached „Þórsmörk“, a mountain ridge facing Eyjafjallajökull. It’s name derives from the Norse god „Thor“.


The following days after Þórsmörk led across black sand deserts lined with green rock formations sticking out of the ground. Once again I was stunned by the landscape.


Several rivers have to be crossed on the hike which never was a problem except for the temperature.


In Alftavatn, about 1 day trip before Landmannalaugar, we had to turn around and take the bus back to the coast. On the day of our arrival severe snowstorms were raging on the last mountain pass and on the morning of our departure it still didn‘t look very promising. Another reason to turn around was our food calculation, we made a mistake and were running out of food.
The bus was fun though, an old offroad bus that is crossing rivers and rocky paths, rumbling on southwards.


It was cloudy unfortunately but you can still see the volcano smoking white steam into the sky.

Jökulsárlón

Taking a long-distance bus in Iceland is fairly expensive so at some point we decided to hitchhike to reach our next destination. One day I got a ride from the campsite with two Germans we had met on the ferry so we split up considering that just two will be picked up more easily. Well this day we were wrong. While I reached Jökulsárlón in no time, together with Anna & Simon, Stanzi and Max were stuck in Höfn a small coastal town in the far south-east.

I decided to stay over night so I could spend the whole day relaxing in the sun with the spectacular scenery of Jökulsárlón. The lake/lagoon is situated on the southern end of Vatnajökull, the biggest ice cap in Europe covering about 8% of Iceland, which constantly spits icebergs that slowly float in the crystal-clear water. You turn around and just a few meters behind you is a black sand beach that is also flooded with melting ice. In between all this you constantly spot seals diving up from the ocean into the lagoon to hunt herring.

One very happy coincidence was that I met Johanna (my flat- and „soulmate“ from China) who I knew was in Iceland but we didn‘t talk before we both left to exchange travel plans (well I didn‘t have any until I reached the island). We sat for a great while talking and watching the sun set behind the glacier leaving the lagoon in a spectacular light. Despite the trouble Stanzi and Max had it was a wonderful day for me.

Just imagine flapping your tent open in the morning to see the lake just right in front of you. It wasn‘t my last time in Iceland when I thought that this scenery is just extremely absurd.



up north

After a night of heavy drinking with two guys from Stuttgart and a Dane who was riding his Chinese motorcycle across Iceland I got up around 7 in the morning because the air in our 9-bed cabin was horrible. Traveling in the cheapest category on the ferry to Iceland means staying below the car deck in a cabin that has beds (quite a luxury I admit) but is far from being „spacious“ and comfortable. When I got on deck the sun was already up and the sky was clear blue. There was no wind and so the ocean was calm. When I looked up front I was a little worried though. In the near distance a banner of clouds was going from one end of the horizon to the other. Iceland was ahead of us and I started thinking that everything that is told about the weather on the island was true at last.

It is said that traveling by ship to Iceland is the best way to experience how this rather unusual strip of land is raising up in front of you. And indeed it was wonderful. While we were standing in the cold fog trying to recover from the evening before we could see the land slowly appearing right next to the ferry. Once we had crossed the clouds the sight was open into a vast green fjord landscape that was shaped abrasively.

Seyðisfjörður is described as the „boom town“ of the east and „town of arrival“. The sleepy village, if I may call it this, is at the end of a fjord with the same name and has been a strategically interesting place ever since it was founded. Not only is it harbour for the one ferry to the island it was also the first town to receive a telephone line and has played a major role as a Marine harbour for Allied troops during WW2.
We were all a bit disappointed because Torshavn seemed a lot nicer but the sourrounding nature made up for a lot of it. And in fact, Iceland isn‘t exactly famous for its beautiful coast towns but rather its spectacular natural highlights.


I didn‘t take a single photo of the architecture of Seyðisfjörður that is supposedly special and still mainly in its original state. Instead I found this photo of a house that was on the northern end of the town. I have no idea why the owners painted this pink monster on their wall but it was definitely special so I took a photo of it.

We decided that it was time to hike on south from Seyðisfjörður into the next two fjords instead of leaving the valley by bus or car like most travelers on the ferry. Together with two Swiss we took a path, which proved to be an unmarked path described as being „rather difficult“ which took us from Sea level to about 1000m in a fairly short distance. In the beginning it was a nice hike across green fields and numerous small streams and waterfalls. In the upper part it became a bit more rocky and extremely loose in addition to snow fields. We ended up climbing the last few meters on a rock wall that was crumbling away under our steps. The way down was similar but not impossible.


It doesn‘t look nearly as impressive on a photo, but our „campsite“ was definitely beautiful.

The guidebook describes the sight of a reindeer as a rare experience we did see them right on our first day in Iceland – browsing in the green moss fields below us and later on this skeletton that was nearly intact and was just below our „camp site“.

straight from offline

Well long time no see, I suppose (in a digital sense). There hasn‘t been much update here lately which has a reason of course, so now I‘ll start again. After my graduation in Bolzano (see last post) I had to leave the town and headed north for a few weeks. We booked a ferry a while ago to go to Iceland, and we didn‘t do it because of the volcano but simply because we all wanted to see Iceland for a long time. And I wasn‘t disappointed at all, in fact Iceland is wonderful.
But since the ferry has a stopover and we actually took the long stay we went to the Faroe Islands before heading further. Well in case you don‘t know where the Faroe Islands are, pretty much straight up North from England, see here if you still don‘t have an idea.

Politically this small group of 18 islands belongs to Denmark, but due to their geography they‘re obviously an autonomous region, maybe in a way like South Tyrol (just a little at least).

In these 3 days we stayed, we had a great time crossing the biggest islands by foot or hitchhiking and getting used to the island and nature life. So in this sense we were quite successful, the weather was perfect* and so was this start of our trip.

*The people on the Faroe Islands have a joke on their rather unstable weather: „February is the best month for rain – It can only rain 28 days.“


The capital Torshavn has about 18 000 inhabitants (from the total of around 55 000 on all islands) and is much more colourful and authentic than most cities we saw later on in Iceland. The oldtown consists of the harbour area with old wooden houses with grass roofs.


The spots for villages or towns are always quite spectacular giving sight to a beautiful fjord landscape.


The weather was slightly strange and could change within 15 minutes. Sometimes we had no wind on the ground but clouds literally racing across the sky above us.


Our first waterfall and according to our free guidebook the highest waterfall and therefore one of THE tourist attractions. Well, we‘ve seen much more impressive in Iceland, but everything has to start small, I suppose.

More to follow within the next days, so stay tune.

photos

da!

So after all the hours in front of the screen it’s finally done. I picked up the stack of printed magazines at the print shop last night. It was quite a sensation to see the guy coming in with the packs of a magazine that you actually made and put a lot of effort in. I‘m happy for now. Let’s see what the presentation on wednesday will do…

I‘ll post more photos later on.

president

I just went to the flea market and simply couldn‘t resist when I saw this treasure: a beautiful metallic-red steel frame, 28″ chrome wheels, 3-Speed „gear-box“ that is working very smooth, a carrier that works fine for a second person (we tried right away), ecc.

The seller told me that it comes from the late 60s. So far I couldn‘t find out anything about the brand, ‚President‘ from Austria, but it’s definitely an old bike and it’s in great condition. I really had to have it and to be honest it is majestic to ride :)

The only part I don‘t like is the headlight which is quite ugly but since the light isn‘t working anyway I might just change it to a nicer looking model.

Renon in spring

I should be working hard by now since time is proceeding fast but of course this makes you usually step back a little for some enjoyment. The weather in Bolzano is perfect, it really feels like summer and the mood of everyone is getting better and better. Yesterday we decided though that it was time for a mountain hike. We went up Renon to catch the last bit of snow and jump around a little with our snowboards. Seeing a half brown, half white scenery with the lifts in between looked a little strange and the snow was horribly wet but it was a great day anyway :)

Eyjafjallajökull

I just came across some more photos of the ‚Eyjafjallajökull‘ which are truly amazing. Check the Boston.com website to see more of it.


boston.com
(AP Photo/Brynjar Gauti)

boston.com
(AP Photo/Brynjar Gauti)

boston.com
(AP Photo/Omar Oskarsson)

freedom of travel

When we talk about the term ‚freedom of travel‘ [German: ‚Reisefreiheit‘] we assume a restriction by political force for example the restrictions a government lays upon their people to keep them ‚locked‘ in their own country.
As I was thinking about it though I realised that there is more to it. Of course the Chinese are restricted to travel, the East Germans were restricted as well but just look at the most recent news. The outburst of the icelandic volcano ‚Eyjafjallajökull‘ caused a massive air traffic problem. Due to a high amount of ashes in the atmosphere authorities canceled flights which caused many people to be stranded at airports, some even only in the Transit area. So in this sense it gets a whole new meaning to be able to travel freely. Not only humans cause restrictions but nature can do so as well. Should we be looking for a different way to surmount long distances then (once again ‚beaming‘ comes in mind)? Or should we consider to stop traveling or at least reduce it to a reasonable level?

The photos below show the outburst of the ‚Eyjafjallajökull‘:

SwissEduc.ch

SwissEduc.ch

photos by SwissEduc.ch

TGV

I really like the short jingle before they announce the arrival or departure of a train at french train stations.

Budapest ’81

…and that would be the equivalent photo taken in 1981 from the ‚Gellértberg‘ (see the second image in the previous post).

Spaziergänge in Budapest

While looking through my parents‘ library I came across this very nice travel guide about ‚walking tours in Budapest‘. It was made in 1974 and due to the high cost of photo prints supplemented with very nice illustrations and hand-drawn maps by Attila Emödy.

Hamam

I saw this sign this morning while waiting for the ski lifts to open up in Selva Gardena (Wolkenstein) in Val Gardena (Gröden). Just a very lovely use of english at the fassade of a 4-star Hotel.

Bolzano streets

Another video clip that caused my computer to crash several times (also caused by power cuts in our flat) but that came out alright. I‘m still not extremely satisfied with the end result – the close-up of the highway jumps a little too fast (rendering it again only takes about 6 hours ;) ) – but it’s already much much better than the first one.
Enjoy.

the peak

I was just messing around with a photo I took last week on the peak we walked up to. I like it.

snowy days

Another great Christmas present that I got in 2009 was a pair of snow shoes which came to use for the first time this morning. We managed to get up very early and head for the ‚Rittner Horn‘, an about 2200m high peak just outside of Bolzano. While it was raining in the city at the time we left it was snowing pretty much all the way up. Being so early we were really the first ones to reach the peak by foot to then see a great winter panorama of the Dolomites. The ride down was not the best powder ride I had but it was still fun except to the point when we realized that I had lost one of my snow shoes that were attached to my backpack. Well I went up again and tried to find it which was useless at this point since the clouds had conquered the mountain. I didn‘t see a difference between the ground and the sky and kept falling which eventually led to strong cursing and last but not least I wasn‘t successful in my search either. Up to this point it was a lot of fun and I‘ll probably have to walk up there again tomorrow and restart my search (Max will borrow me his snow shoes..I sure hope I don‘t lose one again :) ).

dikkat°

one of my favorite signs in Turkey/Istanbul…

The translation would be:

‚Danger! There is dog.

No wonder the Turkish have trouble with other languages… ;)

sound_travel

We went to Guangzhou [goo ang joe] for one day since it is only about 1 1/2 hours by train from Shenzhen. It wasn‘t much impressive in my opinion despite some parts appearing quite lovely. We soon found out though that the buildings in this part of town were ‚left-over‘ from the British Colonial time. Maybe I haven‘t caught the ’spirit of the city‘ in such a short time but the air was smoggy and most of what you see is very similar to other chinese cities in this size. At least they have some historial places spread around town including several temples, a Mausoleum, etc. compared to Shenzhen which has about..well..maybe none.
But Guangzhou wasn‘t the main reason to write about today. On the train back to Shenzhen I was listening to some recordings I had made with my little MP3 player during the last maybe 1 year. First of all I was quite impressed about the quality of most of the recordings. But secondly I had great fun remembering the situation I recorded a clip. As I usually take many photos and keep filling up my hard drives with incredible amounts of photos since the digital technology reached me this ’sound travel‘ somehow surprised me today. Also because I know that I wasn‘t realizing this back then. And third I just like the way you have the little noises and then people talking – especially in the second clip with the music.

 

I recorded this while waiting in line to get some information about a train ticket from Belgrade further on. An old man was in front of me and it must have taken him about 10 min. to find out everything he needed. This was – surprisingly – the most clear recording I had.

 

 

Before I took the bus to Vienna from Belgrade I was in a small cafe and tried to kill time. I can remember that I sat there for quite some time and at some point they started playing the ‚Modern Talking‘ album with ‚Brother Louie‘ coming up – in terms of music the 80s and 90s have really never left the Balkans.
A while back I discovered an entry in my notebook from the same cafe – I suppose same day then – where I wrote down about the menu of this place. They offered „Mafin & Braoni“… Chris suggested that we should start a fashion label with this name after I told him about it :)

abandoned places


from this angle you don‘t notice much; just walk a little further and the place reveals its real character

One morning I was walking along the beach on Phu Quoc island and came by this Hotel which never seems to have been finished. It immediately caught my attention so I just walked up to see what it was exactly. There was still a security guard who saw me but didn‘t care about me walking around taking photos. A French professor who owns a Hotel a little further down explained me later that the main investor of the ‚Resort‘ apparently changed just recently so he figured that they probably ran out of money. The main structure and facade is more or less finished and you can as well just walk by without noticing anything but when you have a closer look you realize that there are no windows and the inside is still in the first construction stage with only grey concrete in use.

For me the whole place seemed very surreal yet had an aesthetic of its own. I would definitely say that places like this Hotel attract me and was trying to figure what it really was. So when I was back I stumbled across a sentence that I think explains a lot:

„Swimming pools are signs of spiritual optimism, economic prosperity and the hedonistic good life, so the image of a pool dried up and cracked or half full of dirty water becomes a symbol of disappointed hopes and dreams. A sign on the wall by a pool that was filled in with grassy sod says, ”No lifeguard on duty,” which is funny at first, and then starts to sound like an ominous judgment about modern American life.“ – Ken Johnson (NY Times)

It’s an extract of an art review for a photo work by ‚J. Benett Fitts‘ titled No Lifeguard on Duty‘. His photos are much better than mine but I think the ones below give an idea what I mean about ’surreal‘ showing the controversy of this building at such a paradisiac place.


moss is growing on the bare conrete stairs that lead into the first floor of the main building


the pool is dried out and the artificial pond that you cross when entering from the beach side is full of water lilies


I assume this was meant to become the restaurant facing the pool and the beach

Some weeks earlier this nice collection of abandoned places in the world has been posted on freeunibz.net showing some nice photos of places all round the globe. I‘ve been to ‚Varoshna‘ in Cyprus in December last year . It is a formerly well-established beach holiday town that became a ‚ghost city‘ with the separation of Cyprus in 1974. It’s still controlled by Military and only a few people can access it.

im Tunnel

Die Baustelle „Lainzer Tunnel“ in Wien war für die letzten Monate der Arbeitsplatz von Jens. Zweimal hat er mich mit herunter genommen um ein wenig zu fotografieren.

Belgrad

Belgrad wirkt sehr freundlich, allerdings war es bei mir im Wesentlichen nur weiß. Am ersten Tag hat es nur geschneit und nach ca. 3-4 Stunden im Freien hatte ich keine Lust mehr und bin ins Hostel zurückgekehrt, was auch einfach zu gemütlich war. Am zweiten Tag war das Wetter dann freundlicher und ich bin den ganzen Tag herumgelaufen um die Stadt zu erkunden.


eine Menge extrem motivierter Leute, die auch beim schlechtesten Wetter noch demonstrieren gehen, für was habe ich leider nicht erfahren


im Stadtpark vor der Burg


Wahrzeichen der Stadt in der Burg, blickend auf den Zusammenfluss von Save und Donau (die man kaum im Nebel erkennen konnte)


Titos Grab im heutigen „Museum of Yugoslav History“ in dem man nur sehr wenig über die Geschichte Jugoslawiens erfährt; Immerhin war der Museumswärter sehr motiviert und hat mir ein wenig über einzelne Stücke erzählen können (‚This is very sympathical piece!‘)


eine Uniform Titos


Die 90er sind musikalisch in Belgrad noch überall präsent, Dr. Alban hätte ich schon lange für tot erklärt doch er scheint einfach nur im Balkan zu leben, und auch in den nettesten Cafés läuft Modern Talking.


ein Stück Türkei, Werbung für Efes (größte türkische Brauerei) an einem Platz im Zentrum von Belgrad


der St. Sava Tempel ist wirklich schön, allerdings noch eine Baustelle, was jedoch den Gläubigen als Solchen nicht stören sollte, zwischen Schubkarren, Baugerüsten und einem Gabelstapler vollführen sie ihre Gebetsprozedur

blablabla

Hab gestern Abend mein Notizbuch durchblättert und bin auf ein paar nette Einträge gestoßen. Alles in ungeordneter Reihenfolge…

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Kurz hinter Kemer ist am Straßenrand ein altes Zirkuszelt mit vier alten Kickertischen davor. Im Inneren stehen weitere Spieltische. Die absolute Sparvariante einer „Spielhölle“ mitten im Nirgendwo.

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Werbetafeln von Ölüdeniz nach Fethiye [Mittelmeerküste] weisen auf das „White Man Restaurant & Café“ hin. Wenigstens sehen sie den Massentourismus noch mit ein wenig Humor.

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Wir laufen die Straße zum St. Hilarion Schloß hoch. Alle Autos, die um diese Zeit noch fahren, kommen bereits von oben. Nach etwa 1 km taucht ein großes Warnschild auf, dass uns anweist auf der Straße zu bleiben und nicht zu fotografieren. Nach einem weiteren km kommt ein Mann aus dem Gebüsch den Hang hinunter. Er trägt eine weite Camouflagehose und hat eine doppelläufige Schrotflinte bei sich. Als er sein Auto besteigt, frage ich ihn noch, ob er in unsere Richtung fährt, was er freundlich verneint.

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Ein Typ mit leichtem Bauchansatz und 3-Tage-Bart steht vor mir an der Bushaltestelle. Er durchfährt sich die Haare und kratzt sich dann am Arsch. Als er sich umdreht, kann ich auf seinem Shirt die Aufschrift „Passion Victim“ lesen.

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Wir gehen von Taksim richtung Fatihs Wohnung. Kurz vor dem 7/11 sehe ich einen roten Flecken auf dem Boden. Direkt daneben liegt eine Säge. Als wir weitergehen steigt aus einem offenen Gullideckel eine Person empor. Zuerst sieht man nur die Hände.
Das Crazy Horse, ein dubioser Sex-Schuppen, ist nicht weit.

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Gleicher Weg ein paar Tage später, ähnliche Uhrzeit. Ich gehe im 7/11 aufs Klo und klaue, aus mir heute nicht ersichtlichen Gründen, den Schlüssel fürs Herren-WC [vielleicht weil er eine schöne Form hat?!]. Oben kaufe ich mir dann eine Päckchen Kaugummi. Der Mann hinter der Theke fragt mich auf englisch woher ich komme. Als ich ihm als Antwort „Deutschland“ nenne, fängt er an über deutschsprachige Philosophen zu sprechen. Scheinbar kannte er die Theorien von Nietzsche und Freud ziemlich gut. Leider kenne ich mich zu wenig aus und bin zu betrunken um mich auf ein langes Gespräch einlassen zu können.

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An der Dolapdere Cd. kurz hinter dem Abzweig richtung Taksim liegt ein kleiner Laden im dem scheinbar nur Brot geschnitten wird. Es liegt stapelweise weißes Kastenbrot auf einem Edelstahltisch in der Mitte des Raumes. In der Ecke steht eine Botschneidemaschine.

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Treppen nerven mich. In Istanbul gibt es tausende Treppen bei denen man sich beim Bau offensichtlich keine Gedanken gemacht hat. Die Stufen sind unterschiedlich lang, teilweise abschüssig und alles andere als bequem zu besteigen. Ich ziehe einen steilen Pfad auf jeden Fall vor. Wegen mir könnte es dann auch „Steep footpath to heaven“ heißen, wer braucht schon einen „stairway“?!

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Ich sitze auf der Fähre von Kadiköy nach Karaköy. Als wir gerade den Anleger verlassen haben, taucht im Wasser eine tote Ratte auf. Das zeugt von Wasserqualität.

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Wir sind auf dem Weg nach Ankara. Auf ca. halber Strecke machen wir in einer sehr ländlichen Gegend eine Pause. Während wir im Bus sitzen bleiben und frühstücken, spielt sich draußen eine wirre Szene ab. Ein Mann in orangenen Gummistiefeln stürmt mit einem langen „Schlachtermesser“ auf einen anderen Mann, der sich gerade noch in ein Restaurant retten kann. Der Wütende wird zurückgehalten und man versucht ihn zu beruhigen, doch sein Kopf und seine Halsadern schwillen immer weiter an.

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Es geht weiter nach Göreme. Der Bus verlässt verlässt kurz nach 7 den Busbahnhof. Während wir gemütlich aus Ankara fahren, ertönt aus den Lautsprechern ein Gebet woraufhin die meisten Leute ihre mitgebrachtes Essen auspacken. Der Bus-Steward serviert Tee dazu. Es sind die letzten Tage des Ramadan.

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Ein Mann steht an einer Werbetafel und versucht Kinderspielzeuge zu verkaufen. Es sind Plastikmännchen mit einer Klebemasse an Händen und Füßen womit man sie an die Wand werfen kann und sie hängenbleiben. Der Verkäufer selbst scheint eher unmotiviert. Seine langen Haare kleben ihm im Gesicht und er versucht ständig sie wegzuwischen. Mit dem linken Arm zeigt er auf die Männchen um auf die vermeintliche Sensation hinzuweisen. Alles in Allem wirkt er jedoch eher bemitleidenswert.

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Serge, der alte Mann, der das Hostel leitet, kommt am Morgen unserer Abreise zu mir während Bruno und ich gerade abspülen. Er erzählt etwas erstaunt, dass er beobachtet habe, dass seit wir hier waren die Rollen von Mann und Frau vertauscht seien. Zu seiner Zeit war es noch anders. Als ich erwidere, dass daran nichts falsch sei, stimmt er mir zu. Er ergänzt seine Zustimmung jedoch noch mit dem Hinweis, dass Frauen dadurch schwieriger würden.

They are more demanding. It’s difficult.

piggdschaaa


„Istanbul ’74″ – [Foto von L.]

Kim Ki O

Für Musikbeispiele, schau hier: Kimkio.org bzw. hier: Myspace

Kim Ki O is ein türkisches Elektroduo, was wir vorgestern im Peyote sehen konnten. Wenn auch ein sehr kurzes Konzert, wirklich schöne Musik.

„kim ki o“, which is -lamely enough- the Turkish expression for „who is that anyway“, is a name chosen for its phonetic beauty. And it is pronounced as it reads. „kim ki o“ likes to play with synthesizers and drum machines but does not like to involve computers in their music; prefers to do all the action live with the enthusiasm, tension and everything. They pre-record materials onto old-fashioned tapes and sample them from the tapes, etcetera…“

Zypern


Der Hafen von Girne auf der Nordseite von Zypern

Es war mal wieder eine religiöse Feierwoche (muslimisches Opferfest), sprich keine Uni und somit Zeit zum Reisen. Nachdem wir keine Bustickets mehr innerhalb der Türkei bekommen haben (wirklich gar keine, außer nach Ankara), haben wir es mit Flügen versucht und sind kurzerhand nach Zypern geflogen. Bei ca. 20-25 Grad und Sonnenschein so ziemlich jeden Tag kann es einem nur gut gehen. Die Strände waren auch leer und neben einem Kulturprogramm in den ersten Tagen haben wir dann doch die meiste Zeit an Stränden verbracht. Das Mittelmeer war auch wirklich noch warm genug zum schwimmen.
Dafür geht mir Weihnachten ja dieses Jahr flöten.


das öffentliche Verkehrssystem ist auf beiden Seiten, Nord wie Süd, extrem unterentwickelt, womit uns nur das trampen weiterbrachte


die Ruinen von Salamis (wieder Nordseite) bei Famagusta stammen aus dem 11. Jahrhundert v. Chr. und zählen zu den am besten erhaltenen Ruinen auf der Insel


Uli und Bruno am Strand bei Salamis


Famagusta liegt in unmittelbarer Nähe zur grünen Linie, der UN Buffer Zone zwischen türkischem Nordteil und griechischstämmigem Südteil. Varoshna ist seit 1974 ein verlassener Stadtteil. Ursprünglich ein blühender Touristenort der Stadt verrotten die 60er Jahre Plattenbau-Strandhotels heute. Die Zone wird seit der Trennung der Insel vom Militär kontrolliert und ist nur für wenige zugänglich.


Die Lala Mustafa Paşa Moschee. Einst die St. Nikolaus Kathedrale nach Vorbild der Kathedrale von Reims (Frankreich) wurde sie unter den Osmanen erheblich beschädigt, später dann einfach mit einem Minarett ausgestattet und als Moschee umfunktioniert.


Nikosia/Lefkosia ist in Europa die einzige noch geteilte Stadt. Während der Südteil als Hauptstadt der Republik Zypern extrem modern ist, ist der türkische Nordteil fast noch traditionell. Als Provokation haben die türkischen Zyprioten auf den Hügeln nördlich der Stadt eine riesige, beleuchtete Flagge errichtet, die man von überall in der Stadt sieht.


Blick in die Buffer Zone der UN in Lefkosia, auch wenn sich der Konflikt etwas gelegt hat, man ohne Weiteres zwischen den Seiten hin und her wechseln kann, bleibt die UN weiterhin präsent


vier alle: Deniz, Bruno, Uli, ich (von links)

Fuck Sofia

„We hate Sofia!“ war wahrscheinlich der Satz, den ich am Meisten gehört habe. Bestätigen kann ich ihn nicht. Sofia mag keine überragend hübsche Stadt sein, kulturell bietet sie jedoch einiges. Und alle Leute, die wir kennenlernen konnten, waren wirklich super.
Wir hatten das Glück bei Zlatena unterzukommen, die uns dann auch die Stadt gezeigt hat. „Ich kann euch nicht viel zeigen, außer das Nachtleben.“ Und so war es dann auch. Nach einer Stadtführung haben wir angefangen in gemütlichen Cafés, dann ging es weiter in ebenso gemütliche Bars und dann zum Feiern. Zwischendurch noch feinste bulgarische Küche. So ging es das ganze Wochenende.
Es wird sicher nicht mein letztes Mal in Bulgarien gewesen sein und hoffentlich wird das nächste Mal dann endlich Burgas, von dem alle so geschwärmt haben (was sicher auch daran lag, dass fast alle, die wir kennengelernt haben, von dort stammen).

die Alexander-Newski-Kathedrale ist das Wahrzeichen der Stadt

Zlatena und Pierre-Marie im großen Stadtpark

abgesehen von Plattenbauten, eines der wenigen sozialistischen Denkmäler, was noch existiert

„There is not much to see here, except some churches and lots of socialist buildings that make you feel small and dependent.“



der Bahnhof von Sofia ist ein sozialistisches Meisterwerk was vor sich hin gammelt, niemand mag ihn aber es fehlen scheinbar auch die Gelder ihn grundlegend zu erneuern – mit dem Balkan Express sind wir dann zurück nach Istanbul

portfolio

Portfolio Website für „Webdesign Course“ ist quasi fertig:

klick HIER

Bozcaada


Bozcaada ist eine kleine Insel im Mittelmeer, die ein Stück südlich der Meeröffnung zwischen Marmarameer und Mittelmeer vor der Küste von Troja/Canakkale liegt. Im Grunde gibt es dort auch nicht viel. Es wird Wein angebaut, es gibt Hügel, eigenwillige Stachelpflanzen und drum herum viel Meer. Also sind wir hingefahren um ein wenig von Istanbul zu entspannen. Wir waren scheinbar auch die einzigen ausländischen Touristen, die diese Idee hatten, denn die Saison war schon eine Weile vorbei. Ein alter Herr, Besitzer mehrerer Häuser, die er als Pension ausgebaut hat, war dennoch motiviert genug um an der Fähre zu schauen, ob es nicht noch Kundschaft gibt. Da ja sonst niemand da war, hatten wir quasi ein ganzes Haus mit Dachterrasse (Meerblick, selbstredend!) und konnten eine Küche mitbenutzen. Die Küche lag im Freien, direkt neben unserem Haus und hatte sogar einen Grill auf dem wir abends fein Fisch grillen konnten. Ja und sonst sind wir kreuz und quer über die Insel marschiert, haben Wein getrunken, denn Bozcaada ist „berühmt“ für seinen Weinanbau, zumindest in der Türkei, und haben entspannt. Ohne hupende Taxis, generell eher ohne Verkehr und bei schönstem Wetter. Sehr sehr angenehme Tage.


Fähre in Yükyeri



Blick in die Bucht, wo auch unsere Pension liegt (das weiße Haus)..


Bozcaada ist „berühmt“ für seinen Weinanbau


„wandern“ über die Insel durch komische Stachelbüsche und vorbei an toten Schlangen


Emma und Pierre-Marie auf der Burg



die Burg wurde extra für uns aufgesperrt


Blick über den Hafen auf die Burg


windig wars


Blick auf den Galataturm und Sultanahmet


in Taksim


Matrosen am Bosporus, kurz vor den Feierlichkeiten zum 85. Jahrestag der Republikgründung