Thursday, May 28, 2009

Another Kris with a K


Tuesday, PM, Bruges
We made it into Bruges around 630-7pm...it was fairly deserted just outside the train station. Once again, bikes were parked all over the place. We walked through another deserted part of town towards Markt Square. I don't know whats up with us entering towns during hours when the streets are deserted..but it seems to be a trend.
We took some photos of Markt Square and then circled a few blocks before finding our hotel. We checked in, stashed our bags and headed downstairs for a beer in the restaurant bar. The guy who checked us in ended up being the owner, and his name happened to be Kris...with a K! Not short for Kristopher or anything, just Kris. Ha. Very nice guy, directed us towards the trappist Rochefort 8 beer. A 9.5degree (percent alchohol) dark beer. Got to talking, he was a soccer player growing up as well. We chatted for about 45 mins to an hour and then set off for dinner along a street he recommended we look down (away from the Markt square for cheaper prices). Settled on a place and we both ordered Jupiler's (Bruges version of Miller Light) and Flemish stew. Both were excellent.


Afterwards we peeked into a few bars just off the Markt Square and dropped into one for a drink before heading back to the hotel and calling it a night. It was a long day of travel.

Heading over to Belgium, Tuesday


We had thunderstorms all night last night...with thunder so loud that it woke us up. You could hear it for 30 seconds or more as it reverberated off of the canal houses. Some of the rain carried over into today.

Caught a 12pm train for Brussels, kinda sad leaving Amsterdam, I really enjoyed the atmosphere. Plus it marks the end of our first leg of the trip. Thankfully there are plenty more to come!

We went to the main square in Brussels, which was really fantastic. The architecture is so incredibly detailed, particularly the Town Hall and the King's House. There must be hundreds of statues ringing the Town Hall, each different from the next. Unfortunately we decided to eat along the square, and the service was terrible. We sat down, waited about 5 mins to order drinks, which was OK, but then no one stopped by our table for at least half an hour to 40 minutes...when we had been planning on ordering food. We decided to just get out of there, but it sort of soured our experience. We understand that service is slower here, but this was just ridiculous. Especially since there were really only 3 or 4 tables when we first arrived. Anyway. We jetted and headed off for the Mannekin de Pis, a statue of a small naked boy peeing, which was completely underwhelming. I don't know why they market it so much. Apparently on some occasions they dress him up. We ended up grabbing a bite to eat right near the train station at a Belgian equivalent to Denny's, except the food was better. Immediate service, and food came out no more than 2 minutes after we ordered. I don't know what was up with the other place. Probably too French. Ha.

We just missed a 5 pm train leaving for Bruges...we actually had made it to the platform just as the doors were about to close, but we weren't 100% sure it was the right train. Hesitation cost us about 40mins while we took a connector to another station and then moved on from there to Bruges. They say its the journey, not the destination--I guess this time they will both be quite memorable. :)


We've decided to use the yellow smiley ball that Sara packed in our "emergency kit" as our Wilson for the trip. You'll probably see him popping up here and there in pictures. We decided to let you guys name him... we'll pick from your comments. And no, we're not going crazy. Well, maybe a little....

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

In Bruges

Yup, like the movie. We are, 'In Bruges'. It's a very walkable town with medieval architecture and a beautiful town square. Cobblestone and brick streets, lots of chocolate shops, waffles, and fries (frites) with mayonnaise. Better than fries with ketchup...maybe...maybe. And it's super quiet; with the windows open at night you don't hear a thing, that is until the bell tower chimes with music and then the hour - starting at 8am. Quite quaint!

5/25 Monday

We spent about an hour this morning doing a little laundry in the sink! I'm not sure its going to dry before we go to Belgium. Oh well. We'll see.

Went over to the Anne Frank museum around noon today. Was interesting to see the actual house and how the secret annex was set up. Afterward we walked through the Jordaan district and found a great little cafe off of one of the canals. Probably had my best meal yet -- a giant meatball atop a garden salad for only 4.5 euro. Figured out what Sara does in her free time when I'm not around. I'm on to you Sara....no more lies...from now on, you better make some serious pancakes for me and all my friends, and they better be how we like them or else there will be consequences.

After lunch we walked northeast towards Dam Square. Went down a few streets we hadn't been down yet that were filled with shops --mostly clothes and souveneirs. Then we picked up a 6 pack of Heinekens at the local grocery store for some R&R back at the hotel. Around 7:30 we headed over towards the Red Light District. We found a small little square just outside the really interesting (read racy) part and sat down to enjoy some beers. (seems to be a theme, right?) Wish one of us had a camera, because the view was spectacular --the sun was setting on some canal houses just in front of us. Speaking of...it doesn't get dark until nearly 10pm here. We stayed at the outdoor table until about 9:30 then started heading through the Red Light District. INTERESTING. At this hour there were all types of people, mainly tourists just there to see what it was like. We ducked into a small kabob place for some eats. Not 5 minutes later it started pouring down rain...I mean really pouring down rain. The start of a solid thunderstorm. Cleared the streets out pretty well. After eating we dashed over to a pub down the street where we met two Americans from Phoenix. They were near the end of their Eastern European vacation. Amsterdam was their second to last stop before London. They said there were several places where they managed to live (and drink heavily) off of $40-50 a day!! They were mainly doing hostels and said they'd met quite a few like-minded travelers. Something to consider for later in the trip.

Being near midnight, we only hung out with these guys for a short while--wandering through the Red Light together. Around midnight it was quite a bit seedier than a few hours before --more ladies of the night "graced" the doorways, the drug dealers were out selling on the streets, and there were less tourists and more customers. We never felt unsafe, but it seemed like a good time to get outta there. Our Phoenix friends were staying near the Rijksmuseum and needed to catch the last tram. We walked back to our hotel, ducked into a nearby pub for one last brew, and called it a night.

2nd Day in Amsterdam


Sunday
A much slower day...which was good! After a continental breakfast and a failed attempt to get tickets online for the Anne Frank house (not to be confused with Helen Keller), we went over to the Torture Museum. Not really worth it!! I don't see how we can spend $11 euro to see Rembrandts and Vermeers...and $7.5 euro to read printed out word documents about guillotines, racks & various other torture devices, look at a few pictures, and see a couple of pieces of equipment. Oh well... It was sort of interesting, but I didn't exactly learn anything. Afterwards, we wandered across town to the zoo, but didn't want to pay $20 euro to see the animals (its free in DC!!), so we declared that it was an excellent stroll and headed back towards the main part of town. After stopping for some lunch at an outdoor cafe, we went to southern Amsterdam for the Heineken Experience. Going into it, having been on other brewery tours in the states, I didn't see how it could be worth $15 euro. This was no ordinary brewery tour, they did a hell of a job marketing their product. They had the usual "here is the background, here are the ingredients, these are our mixing & fermenting bowls", but then they shook things up a bit. First, they let you taste the water/barley mix..a warm, sweet, and actually not that bad tasting mixture that exists before the hops are added. Then...they had an adventure ride...like we were at Kings Dominion or something. They called it the "Brew You" ride. Everyone stands on this platform that shakes you back and forth, spits water at you, drops you, rattles you etc as you go through the brewing cycle, bottling, etc. Ha...crazy! Then you stumble over to the next room where they give you a glass of Heineken, explain why there is a frosty head on it (its the hops!), explain the difference in smell before and after the first sips. Afterwards they had this lounge area--the entire ceiling was beer bottles...but not some trashy design like you are thinking when I just said that. This was more similar to a super-club atmosphere, green lights dancing behind the bottles in time with the music on the vidoes playing on the big screens throughout the room. Then you're taken through a room that shows the filling/bottling process (which was fake), another room where you can send a picture postcard email to anyone you'd like (your picture on a Heineken background). More various rooms with old posters, old bottle labels, and different bottle designs....it just went on and on. Try playing Edward 1.5Literhands with this Magnum Heineken. Finally you arrive in a bar area with widescreen tvs showing expansive visuals of different cities -- the image on each tv was linked to the next. Was neat. Here you were given 2 free Heineken's--the 0 degree kind. Excellent! All in all, we were there over 2 hrs, a well spent 15 euro! BTW, Heineken doesn't use any preservatives. It tastes so much better fresh here in Amsterdam, and explains why I've never been a huge fan before...haha! After the tour, we headed back to the hotel to chill for about an hour, then went to dinner at an Irish pub in Leidsplein Square. The square was busy, so we did plenty of people watching. There were a few street performers out and about. Pretty impressive for a Sunday evening-- I would have guessed that things would be dead. Not so much. Here we found were Dan Murphy spends most of his days. Ha. After a few beers, we headed back towards the hotel again and called it a night! It was a day not quite as loaded as Saturday...but lots of walking!

Monday, May 25, 2009


sitting by the open hotel room window with a flowerbed overlooking a canal and watching the local Dutch ride by on their city bikes with perfect postures...

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Day 1 Amsterdam


Sunday, 5/24 9am
Kris

We arrived in Amsterdam @ 7am yesterday. The architecture & interior design of the airport blows away anything I've seen in the states. They actually allow for creative freedom. Ha. We validated our rail passes, used the ATM to get some euros, and bought 2 coffees for 3euro each. Ouch! Look out Starbucks, you have a solid contender for most expensive coffee.

Then we hit the trains for Amsterdam. 1st class is spacious and comfortable. Our train was completely empty, and no one even bothered to check our ticket. Anyone could have walked off the street onto the train for a free ride. No chance that would have happened in the states.

Coming out of the station, you're greeted by an awesome view of the canals, churchs and stations. There were bicycles EVERYWHERE.

We decided to wander through the city rather than take a tram to our hotel. It was a good decision...the city ended up being waaay smaller than we thought, based on looking at the map. We ended up walking twice as far as necessary before realizing we'd passed our side street. The city was nearly silent at 8 in the morning on a Saturday, and every direction you looked could have been a postcard. We went through Dam square and looped around to the Singel Canal and checked into the Hoksbergen Hotel, a quaint little canal house. There might be 20 rooms here, max. We dropped off our larger packs and headed back out towards the Rijksmuseum.

We stood in line for about 35-40 minutes before entering, which sort of gave us a chance to catch our breath. The museum is known for its collection of Rembrandts, Vermeers, Hals, & Steens: 1600's Dutch art at its best. The lower level contained Delftware, some really incredible doll houses (thought I'd never say that), various metal craftware, and various artwork. The piece that caught my eye was a painting that showed Protestants vs Catholics fishing for new souls in a lake with a large blue and white rainbow overhead. I'm going to have to look that one up.

The upper levels contained the most famous paintings. There were many portrait pieces that captured the style of the day and paintings depicting everyday life. Most paintings conveyed a sense of merriment or peace --rather straightforward, you're not really asked to figure out what the artist was thinking or trying to convey. The style of most artists was sort of soft edges, with soft and minimal use of color. There were also many still-lifes that captured every detail--water droplets, reflections, etc.

The Rembrandt collection was very impressive. The details in his paintings are unbelievable. He knew how to draw the eye of the viewer to the most important aspects of the painting by using targeted areas of detail and the use of light. What I loved the most was how his paintings could convey an impression of motion, making the paintings seem alive. The best examples were the Drapers Guild and the Night Watch. Let me tell you, you have not experienced art until you have stood in front of Rembrandt's Night Watch. I was in awe. The painting must be at least 12ft tall and 16ft wide and the details are absolutely incredible. It alone is worth spending 11 euro to go back in and see again.

The Vermeers were interesting to me, mainly because I know the history behind the artist from "Girl with a Pearl Earring". It was really satisfying to stand in front of some of his works in the country where he lived. His ability to capture fine details in an otherwise ordinary subject matter was impressive. Similar to Rembrandt, he used lighting to draw the eye to specific locations in the painting.

After the Rijksmuseum we wandered around looking for somewhere to eat, settled for outdoor seating in Leidsplein square in front of the concert hall at a Heineken restaurant. Then we headed towards the van Gogh musuem. We were both pretty wiped out, so we followed the example of others and laid down in the grass for about a half-hour in the Museumplein park area. I could have slept for hours out there.

The van Gogh musuem painted (no pun intended) an excellent picture of the life and evolution of van Gogh. His early work was very dark, then he went through the phase where he adopted the slashing brush strokes, ultimately using it the rest of his life, but in shorter strokes. Then he began his color phase, even to the extent that he went back and redid some of his own works and Rembrandt's in color. There was an entire section that was devoted to sort of his "decline" -- the years he spent in the mental institute just before he shot himself in the chest. These works were still impressive, but noticeably not as intricate as his previous works. He was quoted as saying that he felt like he couldn't paint anymore. To me, the struggle in his later work seemed to indicate that maybe he had done everything he could with the bright colors and short, abrupt brush stroke style, but couldn't determine what to do next with his art.

What we didn't realize until the end is that the musuem had a temporary "colors of night" side gallery containing van Gogh's works that featured dusk & night. Again, here is the emphasis on directionality of light. Many were images of wheat fields and common laborers heading home after a days work with the sun setting in the background. Mixed in with these was a work called "The Potato Eaters". Check it out. Pretty powerful. Basically a dark room with a light fixture glowing over a table where 4 or 5 women are seated. After viewing this, we moved on to some of his most popular works: The two starry nights and the sowers.

We went back to the hotel afterwards and crashed for a few hours, then went out to Rembrantsplein for a good dinner at a small italian eatery and then on to Coco's (Australian pub) for a beer. We then ended up at this tiny local pub...no one seemed to speak English...which is the first place we really encountered this. We couldn't figure out the music...it was all Dutch I guess. Everyone in the place was singing along. I asked the bartender if it was traditional local music or more modern..I have no idea what she replied with... We checked out of there by 00:30 and headed home for some much needed sleep.

5/22-5/23

Kris
1am local time
Whew...what a DAY.... I've been up for 36 hrs with only a 2 hr nap to tide me over. A good time to start writing...

On Friday We got things packed up and ready for a 3pm cab ride to Dulles. Heres a picture of what I packed... it all fit in a carry on size large backpack and a daypack. We arrived at the airport with plenty of time to spare...but still managed to stupidly waste time in a long line when we could have checked directly into the computers for "no checked baggage". Oh well, theres always next time.

The plane ride was...well, a plane ride...but the rest has been amazing! The first few hours on the plane were covered pretty well by some novel reading and partial viewing of Paul Blart, Mall Cop as well as Yes Man. Then in the dark hrs between 7 & 10 EST (night only lasted about 4 hrs), I battled a faulty overhead light that repetitively turned itself on automatically about every 5-10 minutes. The couple next to me fought the same battle with their light. Good times. So zippy sleep there. This led to the viewing of Marley and Me to lift my spirits. I think Birkley has already accomplished about 75% of everything Marley accomplished in his lifetime.

Kevin
i'm keeping a little journal on traditional pen and paper, and may transcribe some of that here as my blog posts. i'll also throw up some more observation-ish or irreverant quick hitters on things
that caught my eye, or ear. for example, as our plane landed one of the pilots was discussing the weather in Amsterdam or something, and he sounded exactly like the villain from Die Hard 3, which is apparently my favorite movie series ever because Bruce Willis is in it...anyway,
the pilot sounded like the Die Hard 3 villain...Hans something i think.