Cologne (Köln), Germany

The picture above is of the Dom Cathedral. This thing is HUGE. The picture cannot say enough. Cologne has a lot of Roman cathedrals that are pint-sized versions of the Dom all over the city. There isn’t much architecture. However, I did take the tour of the chocolate museum (Schokolademuseum) which teaches you how to get from the cocoa plant to the chocolate aphrodisiac we all have grown to love. The picture below is of a young girl in Honduras (where a lot of cocoa is harvested) that I thought was funny for some reason. She doesn’t look too happy. Maybe she didn’t get her World Outreach Program support check…or maybe she didn’t get her share of chocolate. Who knows. Haha.

Next comes the highlight of this trip. On my way back to my hotel after a day of sightseeing, I stop at a random Mexican-ish restaurant to grab some dinner. I sit outside, enjoying a “Kölsch,” and do my usual people-watching antics. I look over to my right and hear two guys speaking Chicagoan English. One of them then gave me the ‘what up’ nod. The next thing I know is that I am pulling up a chair and engaged in full conversation about Europe, Chicago, and German beer-drinking. It turns out that these guys were stationed in the middle-of-nowhere Germany in the Air Force and were in Cologne for the weekend. After dinner, I ended up going out to Friensenplatz (bar/club area) with these guys. I’m going to make it a point to say that people in the Air Force are huge and make me look very very small. They are so large, that the bouncers at atleast 4-5 clubs and bars in Cologne refused to let us into their establishments solely because one of them was ‘too big’ and would cause trouble if he got too drunk. Finally we found a few places to go and cause mayhem. I paid for it big time the next day.

What comes out of this is the age-old conclusion: You do some pretty interesting things while traveling and meet some pretty cool people too. But hey, atleast I can tell people that I have another place to go when I go back to Germany.

In the coming weekends I am heading to the states (ATL and MIA) for a work ‘furlough.’ Then it’s back to Rotterdam for who knows how long…so don’t ask how long I’ll be here.

Paris, France

After Queen's Day it was off to the City of Lights to round out the weekend. Somehow, I managed to get a first-class train down there.

Siobhan and I ended up staying near all of the touristy areas that inflate the price of everything known to man. The good part about this was that we could see the Arc de Triomphe and Eiffel Tower from the hotel room.

Paris is a nice city with alot to see and is best explored on foot...alas it is alot of walking. All in all, I think I walked about 10-12 km in two days of being there (lost count somewhere in there). Site highlights include (no particular order): The Arc of Triomphe, Musee de l'Armee in the Hotel National Des Invalides (Napolean's resting place), Sacre Couer Basilica (highest point in the city--good views) and the Montmartre District that is as French as you can get, Notre Dame Cathedral, The Louvre, Ecole Militaire, Avenue Champs Elysses, street-performers, a little bit of the Latin Quarter, Me (yeah, thats right, I said it), Le Grand and Le Petit Palais, other cool buildings, interesting French food, parks, gardens, pretty flowers, and of course The Eiffel Tower.

Along the way, I found some grass that looked good to lay on. I didn't think twice.


People in France are exactly how we think they are: they smell terrible, the men are douchey (is that a word?) and the women... well, the women I have encountered are gorgeous. Some of which annoy the hell out of you when they talk, but hey, they're still gorgeous.

Paris Pics

Too bad I caught a pretty nasty cold in the middle of it all or it could have been better. For those who wonder, I have don't know when I am leaving Holland, so don't ask me. I do,however, think it will be soon.

Amsterdam, Netherlands

On April 30th of every year (April 29 if on a Sunday) there is a big celebration for the Queen's Birthday in The Netherlands. The Dutch call it, 'Koninginnedag', but I can’t pronounce it half of the time. Queen's Day is known for its "freemarket (vrijmarkt)," where everybody is allowed to sell things in the streets. It's basically one big country-wide, drunken garage sale. They have the market and party all night the night before the Queen's birthday in the streets of many major Dutch cities. All of this time in this country, and I had not been to Amsterdam, so my friend Siobhan and I decided to go.

Amsterdam is like everyone says it is. Anything (or almost anything) goes. Ten year old boys will try and sell you alcohol, prostitution being rampant, and marijuana is readily and publically available. Come to think of it, sex is pretty much everywhere in this city. Sex museums, normal-looking women that come up to you asking for sex (I think they are more discreet prostitutes), blow-up sex dolls all over the city, banana shows, cigarette shows, I can go on. The interesting part is that this all even happens in the day time, making Queen’s Day quite the experience for some and a disaster for others. Alas, there were a lot of people....




...and a few arrests. One of which I caught on camera:

Apart from the madness, Amsterdam has a nice atmosphere and has many canalways and sites to see. However, we couldn’t go into any of the museums or major attractions since everything was closed due to the holiday. This will call for a trip back. Side-note: There was an attempted suicide attack on the Dutch Queen that day during festivities in Appeldorn which halted celebrations in most Dutch cities...Amsterdam, however, kept going strong.

I started getting a cold that day as well (I hoped it wasn't the swine flu scare) so the day ended early in preparation for the next day.

More from Amsterdam/ Queen's Day

Madrid, Spain

Once I left Barcelona, I took the high-speed train to meet up my parents and their friends in Madrid. Madrid is little less touristy than Barcelona, thus my Spanish skills of a retarded 10-year old came in a little more handy here. Madrid is a nice city much like Barcelona in regard to the architecture and culture. I did enjoy some more patatas bravas (tapas) mostly by myself since old Indian parents tend to shy away from food that is not in their comfort zone. It was good to see my parents and people I rarely see, so I couldn’t complain about how tired I was from the previous days’ events. Teehee.

People in Madrid, Madrileños, speak with a distinctive lisp. They even make words that have non-‘s’ sounds all lispy (word?). Conclusion: The women sound ok, but the men sound a tad homo. The nightlife is raging along the areas of Gran Via and Puerta del Sol. I didn’t get to really go out since I was babysitting old Indian parents most of the time. That is not a conflicting statement.

We also were able to tour the Real Madrid Football stadium. Personally I think it was nicer for the reason that the people on the tours get to sit in the players seats on the field. I couldn’t buy any memorabilia as I would be doing the better English team a disservice as a fan. One thing we did not do was tour ‘Plaza de Toros de Las Ventas’ which is known for its Bullfighting events. What is not appealing about a 500 kg bull getting gored to death by a human less than half it’s size? Guffaw.

Pics from Madrid

Barcelona, Spain

So for the first part of my trip to Spain, I decided to meet up with my co-workers, Andrew and Tom, in Barcelona (Barca), for a raging good time. Barcelona is located in the region of Catalunya, where they consider themselves a separate country from Spain. They love their region so much that some natives actually get mad if you speak to them in Spanish. All in all, the city is beautiful in that it is has a really nice beach areas along with alot of history and architecture. The sights are some of the best in the world and the nightlife is renowned near the areas of Olympic Port and La Rambla, the site of our hotel. Be advised if you do happen to visit Barca: There are pick-pockets everywhere, especially on La Rambla since it is the most crowded and filled with many tourists and shoppers. Come night time, the street will swarm with large black prostitutes, drug salesmen, and lone beer vendors who are trying to make some money. Each group looks relatively harmless but are very experienced at what they do. The prostitutes are very strong and will aggressively try to earn their day's pay. I made the mistake of talking to one of them. This was a bad call. And no, I didn't do what you may think I did. That's just dirty.

In the city there is alot of architecture that is inspired by Antonio Gaudi, such as the temple, La Sagrada Familia, shown below. Personally, I think Gaudi was a flamer who liked making art about trees and insects.

Spanish people are very intimate with each other (what Europeans aren't?) and also very lazy. Pretty much all of the buildings you see are under construction with various cranes around it (picture above). I assumed they just used the time to work to go on extended siestas in the day. Spain does have some really good food as well. Tapas, paella, and sangria are very common for everyday meals. I had the vegeterian paella below:

We had the opportunity to visit the FC Barcelona football stadium as well. Football is king in Europe and Spain is no exception. They love their football club there and pride their team especially against their arch-rivals, Real Madrid. Barcelona was definitely a highlight of my time in Europe.

Barcelona