Samstag, 16. Juni 2012

Down the Danube ...

... or "United We Stand!" The topic I would like to write about today is a rather complex one, even though on the surface it is a mere account of my most recent weekend getaway trip. Beneath that, however, it touches several points of view that are essential to me.

First, the idea of actually going on a trip rather than staying at home has matured within me for the last couple of weeks. Throughout spring there is a number of holidays that permit staying home from work (or school, for that matter) for one or even two days per week. Namely, there are: Good Friday, Easter Monday, May Day, the Ascencion of Christ, Pentecost Monday, and Corpus Christi. Good Friday and Easter Monday frame the Easter weekend and extend it to a whole four days off. Likewise, May Day (May 1) 2012 was a Tuesday, which inevitably led to the introduction of a so-called bridge day (on the preceeding Monday) at my company, meaning that you are not allowed to work without a special permission of the works council (the workers' representative body), and that your pile of already committed overtime will shrink accordingly. Likewise, in 2012 the Ascencion of Christ and Corpus Christi happened to be Thursdays, leading to bridge days on the respective subsequent Friday. (Yet Pentecost is nominally "only" a three-day weekend ...) I did enjoy this significant extra time off, yet on most occasions I was taking it rather easy, going on day trips, if any. Then I decided to do a little more traveling, and so I started looking around for a suitable destination.

Now, since I was having only four days at my disposal, travelling very far (say, to Hong Kong) was still out of the question. Also, since I would like to put my camera to a good use, it was clear that I was going to do some sightseeing. That limited my choice to European cities. Having visited three out of four of the largest cities of Germany (Berlin/3.4 m, Hamburg/1.7m, Munich/1.3m) within the past six months, I was aiming at some place outside Germany. At this point a rather geeky hobby of mine comes into play: collecting coins. Since the implementation of the Euro as the legal tender in many member states of the EU, I have been an avid collector of the coins of all the participating countries. While the bills (5€, 10€, 20€, 100€, 200€ and 500€) are entirely identical regardless of the country of origin, the coins actually have a common obverse, but a reverse with a national design, representing the country that has minted them. (German Euro coins, for instance, feature an oak leaf on the 1, 2 and 5 cent coins, the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin on the 10, 20 and 50 cent coins, and a stylized eagle as a reminiscence of the Imperial Seal on the 1€ and 2€ coins.) So I decided to pick a place that has the Euro (which also liberated me from losing some money at an exchange booth), but from where I didn't have a full set of coins yet. At this point I started to calculate the distance and travel time of various destinations via Google Maps, from which I learned that I could either go to Ljubljana, Slovenia (and visit the Italian cities of Venice and Trieste along the way - the former is a classic destination, and I happen to have a friend in the latter), or to Bratislava, Slovakia (and visit Vienna, Austria, on the way, as the two are less than 40 miles apart).

Finally I came to my senses and realized that the Slovenian trip is still too packed for a single four-day trip, when almost half of that time is consumed by mere travelling. So I booked a hotel in Bratislava, which turned out to be 4.5 stars; but since I made my reservation over a web site particularly devoted to finding hot deals, I got it for as little as 150€ for three nights! (I am inclined to say that in New York City you won't even get a spot under a bridge for this low price; but then again, NYC does have the Brooklyn Bridge, doesn't it?) The train ticket also turned out to be affordable (250€ for the round trip), so I was quite excited about my plan, and defintely looking forward to the trip in advance! Not only would I get to see more of the world, but I would also reinforce the bond between the people of the EU, especially by travelling beyond what used to be the Iron Courtain.

On Thursday, after getting up very early and riding the train from Oberkochen to Bratislava (via Vienna) for almost 9 hours, I arrived at "Bratislava hl. st." (hlávna stanica, or main station). Fortunately the hotel was just next to the station (which is why I picked it in the first place; the 4.5 stars ranking I noticed only later), so after checking in I still had some time to explore the city. The area around "hl. st." is not the most picturesque one, but after walking for about 15 - 20 minutes you can reach the old town, which kept all the promises the Wikipedia page on Bratislava as made to me ... Some say that among the Danube metropoles Bratislava may be the most overlooked one. Certainly Vienna and Budapest (and also Prague, which isn't on the Danube) are more prominent destinations. That is why I felt being exposed to just as much architectural beauty, but a bit more off the beaten track. I particularly recommend the old town hall, the main square, St. Martin's cathedral, and above all: Bratislava Castle. So, as far as old stones go, I got what I came for. Turns out getting the Slovak Euro coins is a tad more difficult. Perhaps it is due to the touristic nature of the capital, or maybe due to the relatively small size of the country - I think whenever I got coins as change after paying for something, in more than half of the cases the coins were from somewhere else, such as Austria, Italy, or (especially disappointing) even Germany. I tried hard, meaning I went to one grocery store twice to specifically target getting the small coins as change, but in the end I had to leave without both the 1€ and the 2 cents coin. (Fortunately I have obtained them before, in Germany, so my collection of the Slovak coins is complete nevertheless.)

As to the appearance of Bratislava in its entirety, the old town doesn't fall short of any expectations. The area around the central train station, however, is not the nicest, and could use a bit of a brush-up; especially the sidewalks would require the replacement of the concrete patchwork by a continuuos cover. I know that it is unfair to pick on that, because in the grand historical picture it was the west (namely former US president Ronald Reagan) who forced the Soviet Union and its satellite states, to which Slovakia (as part of the now divoced Czechoslovakia) belonged during most of the second half of the 20th century, into an arms race that eventually led to the bankrupcy of the east, and the money invested in weapons is now unavailable for the building and repairing of the streets of Bratislava. - In other words, instead of complaining about the shape of the streets (which I admit isn't actually so much worse than some places in Berlin, and which really didn't irk me as much as I am writing about it), I would rather like to stress on the simple fact that there seem to be post-communist and pre-communist areas in Bratislava (near the central train station, and around the old town, respectively). And after all what I really matters is that Slovakia, among many other countries, has abolished Communism, and joined the community of the European Union. A phrase from the far side of the Atlantic Ocean comes to mind, "United We Stand". Because in the long run the European Union means just that: standing together. I direly hope this paradigm won't get overlooked in the recent turmoil created by fiscal incompetency across Europe.

Let's not forget that I also spent one day (Friday) in Vienna. Still motivated to ride more trains and run across another city (which actually is about four times the size of Bratislava), I took many photos also in the Austrian capital, which does have a wealth of historic sites of striking splendor. A mere day trip could never be enough to grasp all of that.

Saturday was meant to be another day at the old town of Bratislava, but after so much walking on the two days before, I decided to take it easy, sleep in, and go straight to a sports bar were the (soccer) matches of the 2012 UEFA European Championship are shown. It seemed that all the international soccer fans were crammed into that place; and despite the loud cheers for several different teams, it all remained entirely peaceful. Still, I sort of resent too jingoistic cheers for Germany, so I left for the hotel when they were on for the second match.

On Sunday I was already required to leave. However, due to my taking it slow the day before, I managed to get up several hours before the scheduled departure from Bratislava. Thus, I had the opportunity to spend a couple of extra hours in Vienna, which allowed me to experience the beauty of a few more buildings that I now consider "must-see". Then from Vienna onward I was back on schedule, which brought me home to Oberkochen in the early evening.

I was a bit exhausted (yet far from as much as I had imagined), and instead of going back to work the next day, I would have been ready again for another vacation. - Meanwhile, let's enjoy together my personal favorites of the photos I have taken on that trip ...

hotel room in Bratislava

Bratislava is dubbed the "little big city"

Bratislava city hall

Bratislava main square (hlávny namieste), opposite the city hall

another side of Bratislava hlávny namieste

Bratislava, third view of hlávny nam., facing the French embassy


Bratislava, St. Martin's cathedral (after the Roman officer who shared his coat, and later became a bishop)

Bratislava Castle, front view (at sundown)

Bratislava nóvy most (new bridge), with UFO restaurant

Bratislava, St. Martin's cathedral from atop the castle hill
Vienna, (upper) Belvedere Castle (front yard)

Vienna, Belvedere back yard

Vienna, looking down to the lower Belvedere

Vienna, Soviet monument

Vienna, "Naschmarkt" (naschen = to eat tidbits)

Vienna, St. Stefan's cathedral (the heart of the city)

Vienna, Prater amsuement park

guess what: a Zeiss planetarium in Vienna, right next to the Prater entrance

Vienna, Schönbrunn Castle

Bavarian Cloud Cuckoo Lands

Today I would like to share with you a bit of my grief that comes from a bitter defeat of my favorite soccer club, FC Bayern München, in the final of the UEFA Chamions League of 2012. This competition is as (or more) prestigious for soccer at the European level (which is organized by Union Fédérale de Football Association, or UEFA) as the NFL Super Bowl is for American Football. The high reputation is derived from it being a competition of teams that are holding their respective national chamionship title from the previous season. (To be exact, since the inception of the CL also non-champions from high-ranking European leagues, such as Spain, England, Italy, Germany etc., have been admitted in favor of the champions of not so strong leagues, such as Luxemburg, Belgium etc. These teams play either a second tier competition known as the Europa League, or they may enter the CL through an extended qualification stage prior to the actual start.) - Munich has been my preferred team since the early 1980s, the times of Karl-Heinz Rummenigge, then a striker star, and nowadays the CEO of the club. The team, while being the record champion, is not liked well by everyone, for advocating its own superiority on numerous occasions. Nevertheless, a true fan doesn't change his or her favorite team, and thus I am stuck with these guys ... So imagine my excitement when they went all the way to the final of the Chamions League of 2012. To understand the importance of this feat, you need to know that Munich, in order to meet their own standards, requires to win at least one title per year, and after coming in second in both the German Bundesliga and the German national cup, the Champions League was supposed to save the day. To add some cream on top, the final was being held in Munich in 2012, while it rotates every year to a new location (of international standing, of course). The opponent of Munich was Chelsea FC from London, owned as a pet project of Russian oligarch Roman Abramowich. This man has invested literally almost one billion Euro in his team, which for a few times in a row made it to the CL semifinals, where they got kicked out. So this occasion was the last chance for a few players who had been with Chelsea since the arrival of Mr. Abramovich to win this prestigious cup. Given that Chelsea had such an expensive roster their style of playing was a noteable disappointment; they made no attempt of scoring a goal and simply tried to keep it at a 0 - 0, hoping for a single successful counterattack to end the game with a lucky punch. With the offense of Chelsea practially non-existent, Bayern pushed forward, yet did not score a goal until seven minutes before the end of the regulaer time. Normally this would be the end of the story. But this time Chelsea striker Didier Drogba evened the score with a header after Chelsea's first (!) corner kick three minutes before the end of the regular 90 minutes. This meant extra time, 2 x 15 minutes. In the first half of the extra time Bayern received a penalty kick (a free kick from 11 meters from the goal, with no defender save the goalie being allowed to be even inside the penalty box). Such a chance would normally mean a dead sure goal, and thus the end of the story if Bayern doesn't allow another goal against. Unfortunately the player for Munich, Arjen Robben, failed to strike, after a previous miss in the decisive game against Borussia Dortmund, which permitted Dortmund to defend their national title. Hence, the CL final went on, and after the end of the extra 2 x 15 min, there was a penalty shootout. This means, at first there are five alternating penalty shots from each team (which allows to even the score within those five shots), and only then it is one shot per team. - The first player for Munich scored, while the first for Chelsea missed. If it weren't five shots per team at the beginning, the match would have been over by now, with Munich being the winner. Also, if Bayern had kept their cool, they would have taken advantage of such an obvious match point (as they would say in tennis). But the penalties went on (with some extra flavor being added by Munich's actual goal keeper also successfully scoring!), and after the fourth player for Munich missed and subsequently a Chelsea player put the ball into the goal, all of a sudden the match was fully open once again. Eventually, the last player for Munich also missed, while the previously mentioned Drogba scored the final penalty for Chelsea. - What left me so affected was that Bayern had as many as three match points, was the better team by far until the penalties, and still didn't manage to win. That's a match to remember!
 Participating in and winning the 2012 Champions League, when coincidentally it was being held in Munich, had been the dream of Uli Hoeneß, the man who has served the club for many decades as a player, then manager (the person who hires and fires the players), and most recently as the president (thus superseeding the CEO, Karl-Heinz Rummenigge). Hoeneß is the most outspoken person in the club and often makes statements that are perceived as arrogant. When he was the manager he also had a habit of buying the stars from newly emerging teams, so as to avoid their becoming a serious threat to Munich's hegemonial position. Turns out, while reaching the final of a Champions League season, it is not enough to put players from national newcomers on your roster; you need a team that meets international standards, and also a strategy of how you would like to play in the next five to ten years. Munich, on the other hand, has had as many as three different coaches with distinctively different concepts in the last five years. So I tend to think of the CL title in 2012 as Mr. Hoeneß' personal Cloud Cuckoo Land.

As it happens, there is another such thing in Bavaria, to which Munich is the capital. I believe I have stressed on the course German history on multiple occasions within this blog (the last time when I was telling about my visit to Nördlingen). There was the style and title of German Emperor, which the respective holders saw in the tradition of the Roman Emperors. At the time Germany was a feudal society, with lesser nobles receiving land from the absolute authority of the emperor, and in turn having to pledge their allegiance. However, this system was destroyed when Napoléon Bonaparte invaded Germany, ultimately leading to the transfer of the Imperial style and title to Austria, until then an entity of the so-called "Holy Roman Empire of the German Nation". The German Empire was restored in 1871 after a few belligerent conflicts, yet Napoléon, a very clever man, had increased the "centrifugal forces" within the remainder of Germany by promoting many of the nobles to the next higher rank. He thereby created a number of kings, who played along Napoléon's plan and emphasized their new-found indepence from the old empire, rather than being loyal to it. So it came to pass that many former German subjects became kingdoms of their own, and among them Bavaria in particular. As a matter of fact, Bavarians tend to see themselves and their land as exceptional very similarly to the Americans ... and the rivalry between Prussia, the leader in the second German Empire, and Bavaria in 1871 can be in a way compared to the one between the Union and the Confederate States just a few years earlier. (Yet there was no civil war, and Bavaria had acknowledged Prussia's lead from the first minute.)
Now, after yet another excursion into German history I would like to explain how this taps into to the most recent trip of mine. While being a federal subject to the German Emperor, the King of Bavaria was nevertheless a man of significant influence, and after all of royal status. King Ludwig II., a supporter and fan of the fine arts, decided to have his grandor manifest in stone; and so he ordered the construction of several castles all across his realm. One was Neuschwanstein, only a mile from Hohenschwangau, another castle where he had spent much of his youth. Nowadays they have become a major tourist attraction, and when I got there I did encountered a multinational tourist crowd from the U.S., Japan, China, Spain, Italy, Russia, and other places. Since I am now living less than 100 miles from Neuschwanstein, I decided to visit the place, because it is quite famous, and I was feeling a little bad about not having been there. Previous attempts had failed due to a late start, since it is not only the drive, but also a relatively long walk up the mountain that precedes the actual visit. The walk up the mountain may include a visit to the Marienbrücke (bridge of Our Lady) near the castle, which provides a spectacular view of the castle. Therefore I seized the day when last Saturday I had my car inspected and the tyres changes from winter to summer profile, which was done well before noon. I drove all the way to the German-Austrian border where the castles are located (and almost accidentally crossed the border), parked my car at the foot of the mountains, purchased a ticket, and started walking up. I did go to the bridge (as my tour was scheduled only for several hours later), and then eventually I did the tour through the castle. The tour itself was only 30 min, reflecting the tragic life of Ludwig II., who was rather withdrawn from life and preferred to spend more money than he owned on his castle projects. Neuschwanstein was meant to be reminiscent of a knight's castle (built in various ecclectic styles of the middle ages), and the paintings on the wall allude to medieval (and nordic) mythology. The tragedy, however, consists in the early death of the king (in his early 40s), shortly after he had been declared mentally insane. Thus, Neuschwanstein never got finished, and thus represents Ludwig's very own Cloud Cuckoo Land (notwithstanding that the castle is built in the mountains, near the clouds; in Bavaria, where cuckoo clocks are commonplace ...) Beneath this obvious tragedy, there is the one of Ludwig's ambitions of being perceived as an absolute king like the French Bourbon dynasty (e.g., Louis XIV.), while at the same time the political system in Europe was mostly a more modern constitutional monarchy (i.e., there is a monarch, but he or she is limited by a constitution, which is the highest authority - e.g. the United Kingdom is following this example until the present day), and while the U.S. had re-introduced the principles of democracy a whole 100 years earlier. So all his castle-building efforts (among other things) can be viewed as Ludwig living in a bubble shaped by symbolism of the past.

Nevertheless, if seen as a piece of architecture in its own right, Neuschwanstein Castle does not fail to deliver the impression Ludwig had in mind. You are invited to enjoy my photographic evidence below.

Neuschwanstein Castle, seen from the parking area

Hohenschwangau Castle, appox. 1 mile from Neuschwanstein Castle
shopping area for the rich






Marienbrücke (Bridge of the Lady Mary), which produces scary squeeky sounds ...
especially when it is so crowded!

waterfall beneath the bridge

breathtaking view of Neuschwanstein Castle from the bridge

tower at the main gate of the castle; note the snow at the hilltop

tuna salad and iced tea after a lot of sightseeing

liquid hot chocolate pudding as the dessert

on the way home: the castle and the mountains, seen from the bottom plains