No sleep and I don't speak German
Trip Start Apr 05, 2008
54Trip End Jun 05, 2008
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Where I stayed
renovators dream youth hostel
We made plans the night before to head into Weimar and do some sightseeing. Christian is such a funny bugger with wide and strange interests. He is a DJ and promoter of EBM and Industrial bands in Germany and is living in Berlin. They say Germans don't have a sense of humour, he says they lost it when they lost 3 wars and had the shit bombed out of them in the last World War.
I have a 45 minute sleep on the train between Halle and Weimar, its great to have the travel pillow, Christian manages to sleep for a short time of it and he wakes me up as people are talking about Australia
We get into Weimar it is cute but not as picturesque as I had hoped for, it seems they had a big refurbishment in the 80s and some things don't quite match, its interesting that not a huge amount of Weimar was bombed. We drop out bags in the lockers and I remember fondly that my backpack is just a bit too big for the small locker that only costs 1.50 Euro so with some rearranging and some gentle persuasion I manage to get everything in, every Euro counts!
We then check a map I take a photo of it with my camera so we can zoom in on the streets if we get lost but it is a small enough town that we can find the town centre easily enough. We head down the hill to find the tourist information for a real map and to see what else there is to see in Weimar. Sure there are some cute building but it really is quite the mismatch. It seems like nothing opens until 10am so we head to a Welcome Centre and use the toilets for free which are unattended. I really should have done a toilet tally and how much I have spent going to the toilet and also how much I have saved by holding on, going on the train and using restaurants/pubs/parks
Since it is only 9am we decide to head further into town and guide ourselves we find a couple of Platz or squares and a tourist centre that opens at 9.30am so we get in quick, grab a map and start our tour. Turns out the Weimar is easily seen 3 or 4 times over in the 6 hour me and Christian have to see the sites. There are cobblestones on all the streets and this makes my legs and feet ache after 6 hours but if you include all the dancing and standing I did over the last 4 days its amazing I can stand or walk at all. I really wish I had taken a pedometer with me, the results would have been amazing.
We visit the Bauhaus Museum which is interesting, although not as big as the one me and London Fe had seen when we went to Germany 6 years ago, can't for the life of me remember the town. There is the Wiemar Haus which is another thing we consider but then the price is a bit steep and really it seems quite cheesy. The buildings are nice but not anything really to write home about, I take some pictures and we chat and laugh the whole time. We get approached by touts and Christian explains "I dont speak German" in English but with the thickest German accent you could imagine, it is a crack up when I point this out to him. This is the catch phrase of the day as it seems we are now a magnet for people coming up and talking to us and he explains it all away by saying he doesn't speak German and do they speak English, the answer is normally NO! Each time we check the time it seems only 20 minutes has passed so we end up doing 4 laps of the town and going down some smaller streets
At 11am having been up since 4am we decide lunch is in order. Nothing seems to be open to eat and we find somewhere a little after 11.30am. It seems that everything comes with Saukraut and I am reminded of the sign I saw in Munich "Achtung Ausfardt" or "Warning Exit" or my verision "Warning Australian who just ate Saukraut is about to fart!" its a pity I didn't take a picture of the sign but I find an Ausfardt sign so my amusement is satiated.
We pass a couple of galleries that aren't open until 2pm which look interesting and we continue to loop the city. I find the location of my youth hostel and it is closed (or so I think - I am trying to get in at the wrong door) After another 2 hours of sightseeing we decide to go and have an icecream. Christian goes in and orders his and then I wait to get mine. When I return to the table he informs me we were told to move, seems that Service is not practiced that much in East Germany. We ordered cups and not the more expensive 4 days worth of icecream and fruit bowls so we are not allowed to sit at the tables. We sit across from the cafe on the park bench watching as others consume not only their cones from the same shop but icecreams purchased from othershops
Never has Christian seen a Youth Hostel like it. It is like a building site and I decide to go and ask to see my room before I stay for the night. The loungeroom it far better it is arty and ecclectic with mismatched furniture but a nice feel. They show me my room, which isn't too bad and since it is the cheapest I have had and I am in need of a big sleep it will do.
When we leave we both errupt into fits of laughter, it surely is a renovators dream. I promise to send Christian some photos of the day. We walk back to the gallery that wasn't open until 2pm and meet the artist its interesting work and we end up having a cup of tea and a bit of a natter to him. He studied at the Bauhaus University and has a play starting next week. Its interesting talking to a local artist although he was originally from Chicago you get a better feel for the place.
We say our goodbyes and I head to the station and retrieve my bag, thoughts of not being able to open my locker flood my head but it is okay. I contemplate leaving half of my luggage there since I will only be around for 1 nite but since I don't have change and I can't see anywhere to break it, the decision is really made for me
I get back to the Youth Hostel and there is another guy there, he informs me I have paid, okay then, if you insist but then asks for a 10euro deposit for my key which I will get back when I leave. There is another guy who is in the room who has been living there for a month he has a laptop and seems to be harmless and I chat with him before heading out to get some food for dinner. I return type my blog and then have a shower before retiring to bed at around 9.30pm.
Thank goodness for blindfolds and earplugs they have been a godsend this trip.
Nite Nite Weimar, I dont speak German.