Monday, November 28, 2011

Toronto, Jamaica, London

What?  I don't live in any of those countries, nor are any of them Deutschland or in Deutschland!
What is this blog called ?!?!

Well aware that I haven't finished describing OktoberTrip, I'll give only a bullet point summary.

Bill invited me to a wedding here: 

The estate called Rio Chico, near Ocho Rios, Jamaica
http://www.caribbean-tour.com/Sandals-Rio-Chico-Private-Estate.html
(No, I did not snap this great aerial shot)
So I went to Toronto on the way for good seafood and great (!!) company.

Nina, native Torontonian (?), fellow Cornell Chorus woman, amazing
Awesome mussels steamed with scallions, ginger, and fermented black beans
Then we found each other in Jamaica


Beached around for a few days, then cleaned up for the wedding


Then beached around some more



Logically and less than 24 hrs later, I stopped by London for Glühwein on the way to Frankfurt

By the River Thames


Thursday, November 17, 2011

OktoberTrip: Part II - My Stomping Grounds


Mainz, 21 Oct.

Jetlagged Bill patiently awaited for our heroine to roll out of bed at the crack of noon...minus ~ 3 hours.  After freshening up with a breakfast of Houstonian chives, our fabulous duo skipped into the market by the Dom (see "Weekend in the rain: Part II" from 3 Sept.) before skipping into the Gutenberg museum.  What a fun day with the namesakes of both of the universities I reside at during my Ph.D.!



One of the best pictures of the Dom I've seen - by Bill
The Gutenberg Museum is another one that will cost you only 3€ to get in but will keep you occupied for as much of the day you have left until the museum closes.  On the ground level, we watched a printing demonstration, and observed versions presses and typewriters marking the last few centuries.  The progress of printing technology continued onto the 1st floor.  Imagine needing a machine the size of your bed (yes, your bed in Houston, not my meter wide one here) requiring seemingly Herculean strength (relative to my linguini arms at least) to print each page.  Dozens of well preserved documents were on display on this floor, many of them embellished by hand.  The next level featured newspapers, some biographical material on Gutenberg from where you could tunnel into the room of Gutenberg Bibles, printed but embellished by hand.  What would happen if you flipped through those pages?  Good thing they're encased!

On the same floor, you can traverse a 'skywalk' to a wing of East Asian printing history.  Remember how complicated the European printing press seemed?  Now imagine carving out the individual printing blocks for all the words in a language where the words are not assembled by alphabet.  Here, you found collections thousands of Chinese blocks, well organized by the number of strokes in each character (much like modern Chinese dictionaries), as well as Korean and Japanese collections.  Another floor up, and you could learn about printing in Egypt, another wing featured newspapers.  We probably skipped another floor beyond that and probably saw half of the museum in depth during our stay of almost 3 hours.  I present a few photos taken before I was redflagged for photos.

Lithography stone, for the first kind of lithography! 

Tiny books!

Tiny printing presses to print tiny books


We strolled into Altstadt for zwiebeln kuchen (onion cake) and Federweiser (new wine), the combination for this time of year in this part of the country.  Federweiser is fresh, young wine - sweet, meant to be drunk upon being produced, and is only available for about 2 months every year.

Zwiebel Kuchen and Federweiser, in an awesome wine shop with neat wood furniture

After lunch, we wandered into the neighoborhood, through a tunnel, up a hill, pretended to be lost, then I said "look down".  Römisches Theater!  Photo credits to Bill, from inside the fence.



Another theme of this trip was renovations - half of the landmarks we saw were surrounded by fences or partially obscured by scaffolding.  Our hero hoisted our blogger onto the rail, to get her just high enough to reach over the fence for some pictures.  Her camera jumped to escape!  Bill to the rescue!  Of course he got those great shots of the theater while he was in there.




Römisches Theater is near Zitadel (see "Moonrise from my apartment"), and apparently there's some territory to explore behind it.


Hmmm...where does this trail go?

Dead ends into a football 'field'

Pet the fuzzy wall
Another famous Mainz landmark is St. Stephan's Cathedral.  The outside is understated, could be any modest Cathedral in the part of Germany.  Go inside, the Chagall windows create a perfect airy and aquatic atmosphere that calms the mind, opening the paths to quiet and peaceful meditation.  Our jet-lagged hero almost took a power nap here.







Our physicist could not visit his favorite physical chemist without seeing her lab, Irene's 'baby', the white light laser.  For the full student experience, we squeezed into the bus from Hauptbahnhoff up to Uni, popped in, made some impressions, confirmed dinner plans with Irene, Robert, Andrew, and Janak, and finished mapping the week's journey.

Not from this trip, but a good representative photo

Time to go to Eisgrub!  Eisgrub is Mainz's premier brewery, with the freshest and most flavorful beers I've had in Germany.  Go with a group, you can buy towers with a tap at the bottom that hold either 3 liters or 5 liters.  The 5 liter towers were already occupied, the 6 of us settled for 3, it was better that way, we could try a different beer every time we refreshed it.

Schweineshaxe - a whole roasted ham hock, or pork knuckle - a Bayernisch (Bavarian) specialty.  Bavaria to Germany is like Texas to the USA.  Most stereotypes associated with the country come from that particular large and southern most state.  The rest of the country thinks that state could be a separate country, and the residents of that state think so too.  They eat a lot of meat and drink a lot of beer.  The rest of the country indulges in their festive traditions in a mildly patronizing way.

Robert finished his haxe in about 15 min.  I went through ~3/4 in about 3 times the amount of time.  Bill was jet-lagged and so was his stomach.  Irene is vegetarian.

Schweineshaxe - with some sauerkraut and mustard, and a tomatoes slice and a cucumber slice,- comes with bread, but don't fill yourself with those things if you want room for the haxe, said Robert, who finished his in ~15 min


Hey Einstein, your knife blade is facing the wrong way

Allow me to demonstrate

I have you now

The Archer
The Climber

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

My tiny kitchen: long overdue Episode 4

Today's ingredient: CHIVES!  
(Because I received a generous delivery of fresh home grown chives)

First, I present stuffed mushrooms.  I made these for a 'Werewolf' party (we played Werewolf, which is just like Mafia) I attended on Halloween weekend.  For ease of transport, I brought the mushrooms caps and filling there, then assembled and baked them, and neglected to photograph the finished product.  Sorry!

Stuffed mushrooms are followed by chicken 'n' chives, baked in my only oven, my toaster oven!











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Gritty old town, 5-6 November

Sophie and I worked in the same building in the states for almost two years before she took a job in Hamburg.  We were actually in the same university from 2003-2007 without knowing it, and didn’t meet until she ‘joined’ me in Houston in 2008.  Equipped with a Laugenbrötchen, a Fanta, and the unused travel days of the Europass from my previous EuroJourney, I boarded the S-Bahn in Mainz and then connected to an ICE (Inter City Express) train in Frankfurt on Saturday morning for our reunion on her home turf.  Punctuality is the German stereotype, but it’s quite common for a train to depart one city on time (9:58am from Frankfurt, for example) but arrive in a city in its route more than half an hour late (14:15 in Hamburg, when scheduled to arrive at 13:41, for example).  Sophie generously came on time because my German comprehension wasn’t good enough to realize we would arrive so late for me to let know before she arrived that she had some extra time. 

Hamburgers are tall.  Sophie had to shrink from her usual ~15 cm over me to get in this shot, and all her friends were taller than her.  On a bridge into Speicherstadt

After stashing my backpack (the small red one, just an overnight trip, after all) in a locker at the station, we wandered the city center.  According to my esteemed guide, Hamburg, is the second largest city in Europe next to Rotterdam.  Water is the theme of the city, both on the earth and above the ground.  The city center features the Alster, a very lake like part of the Elb River, it’s an 8 km walk around it, and the scenery varies from cafes and hotels by Jungfernsteig (literally “ ’maidens’ way”), where families used to parade around their unmarried daughters without explicitly saying they were finding dates for them), to well-insulated kayakers, nimble runners dodging bikers, tourists, and wind-caught willow branches alongside ducks proportionately larger than the southern German ducks as Northern and Southern Europeans , to the American embassy.  The city has an industrial feel that contrasts the combination of ornate Cathedrals of the southern German states and the Roman ruins of Mainz, the people have attitude.  If you like New England, in particular the old and foggy port and fishing towns of Connecticutt (I think Old Lyme), Massachusetts, and Maine, you might like Hamburg.  A Hamburger I met this weekend particularly favors London over all cities, no surprise given the Jurassic harbor machinery we viewed on Saturday night plus Sunday’s fog cover reminding me of Dickensian setting. 
Alster outside Hamburg Dammtor station on Saturday
Same place on Sunday, about the the same time
Just left of the view above, also on Sunday

 My esteemed guide 

American Embassy

The ducks here were big too

 
I prefer cars over maidens on Jungfernsteig.  

Sophie loves to roam on foot, perfect (!), but of course needed less time absorbing the scenery than this newbie here.   Rathaus is like their city hall.  The outside features names of past dignitaries, and someone who my esteemed guide knows has a previous generation relative somewhere among them.  The inside is almost as ornate as some churches, except the stained glass windows feature named portraits of Roman dieties.  I looked directly in front of me after snapping a picture of the Rathaus, and quickly sidestepped out of the view finder of a man less than a meter in front of me, and he reacted with surprise.  Keine Anung, said my guide. 


Rathaus, the fanciest state house I've ever seen

Mars, on the window inside

Rathaus, the fanciest state house I've ever seen

We strolled through some of the ritzier shopping streets before wandering over to Speicherstadt (literally, Storage City).  This district was built in the 1880s-1920s and the previous storage contents within the buildings, labeled as ‘Blocks’ followed by a letter, were as unique and varied as the combination of brick colors and patterns.  Upon crossing one of many iron bridges to Speicherstadt, the street feel quickly changes form commercial and metropolitan to an eerie but beautiful desolation.  If you choose to wander along the right water way, you can come upon a qeue outside the Dungeon, a haunted amusement, and a crowded coffee shop.  We took a break here over a hot fresh waffle and fragrant coffee drinks that had cooled by the time our forgotten then remembered waffle arrived.  These treats warmed our blood and we continued to walk along the harbor, viewing large recreational and utilitarian water vehicles as well as gargantuan, nearly life like shipping machinery.













So far, yet so huge
Our destination was the Empire Riverside Hotel, which features the bar called 20 Up, on the 20th floor overlooking the harbor.  We realized we were half an early to their opening time, and decided to wander the Reeperbahn, accessible just a block away.  The Reeperbahn is Hamburg’s red light district.  There is an alley where the sights but not the sounds are hidden behind walls where no one under 18 or women can enter.  Unlike Amsterdam, no one is on display in the windows, but it was still too early in the evening for certain entrepreneurs to populate the streets.  Sex shops, costume shops, theatres, pubs, currywurst and döner stands mingle to satisfy gastronomic and entertainment needs of the clientele.  (Yes, it’s safe for two women to wander around there and absorb the sights out of morbid curiosity.) 

Angels, perfect angels

On the Reeperbahn

View of the harbor and some lighting behind me in 20 Up

After the harbor machinery and colorful Reeperbahn zoos, we arrived at 6pm on the dot at the entrance of 20 Up, where they had not yet opened the doors to the crowd that packed the hallway so densely that those of us deposited from the elevator into the crowd near the bar’s door could not politely make our way to the back of the line.  Within minutes, the doors opened, and people scrambled to check their coats (required) and claim one of the non-reserved seats.  The price of the view is included in your cocktail.  Tip: If the alcohol free cocktails cost 9 Euro, you should pay the extra two to replace half of that juice with something more flammable and keep enjoying the view J

We picked up our belongings at station, took a trip to drop them off at Sophie’s flat and pick up a döner (kebap) sandwich (or cheese sandwich for the vegetarian), and ate and walked our way to Sternschanze, or ‘Schanze’, the dirty, vibrant, and affordable district of eats and drinks.  We changed our choice of pub after protesters against consumerism dressed in black with black hoodies began running off with the tables and benches of the pizzeria despite the line of white-helmeted police. 

A building occupied by Leftists, or 'Linkers' in German (Links = Left)

Demonstrating against our Western heritage

 The look of Schanze in the day time is no surprise if you’ve seen it the night before.  One can return here to one of many Portugesische restaurants to load up on a full breakfast and a nice strong galao (Portugese coffee).  We loaded up, and the instinctual activity was to keep strolling through the city, significantly foggier than yesterday until night fall and the arrival of my train.  If you like to swim in leaves, this is the perfect time of year to visit Hamburg.


A water tower turned into a hotel




All red bicycles
 
Jews were gathered here for deportation

Debt of Hamburg rises by 23 Euro per second

Japanese garden in Planten und Blumen, for your wandering pleasure near Dammtor station
Her favorite season