this sucks.. I hate feeling sick when traveling and alone.. i dont like taking my body for granted and not appreaciating simple things like swallowing and breathing.. with a sore throat and trouble breathing, no energy, feeling drained, its all adding up. not sure what happened.. it might be the change in weather here from cold to hot, or smoking and talking too much.. or drinking that shit in cesky krumlov that I dont know anything about besides that its called "fire water"... who knows, it could be a combination,. as long as its just that and nothing more, I just want it to pass.
going to dresden today for a night then berlin.
im behind with bloging but I have lots of notes down that I will revisit to fill the gaps.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
bad vienna, good vienna
it was really nice to see for miles picture perfect fields with wind turbines along the road from Bratislava to Vienna.. when I arrived it was freezing, I mean it was winter tempratures or atleast fall, overcast and gray, not very appealing. my mood was in the dumps. the guy at the hostel desk lent me a sweater because he noticed I dont have anything to dress properly for the weather. on my first day, I was striken with disappointment as I visit the city I was most excited about visiting.. the ringstrasse was disappointing, everything was not up to my very high expectations, even the secession building had a parking lot for tourist buses infront of it, making it difficult to take a good picture. I started walking and quickly reaized the city is pretty small, I was running into recognizable buildings left and right which made me think, wow this town is really kinda of a village. the otto wagner station at Karlplatz was turned into a mini museum for the architect and they charged an overpriced ticket for entry.. all in all I was not very positive about the place.. (I later learned that my disappointment and disatisfaction had much to do with the gray weather, and random rain showers, not with the city itself.)
I was walking in the small park by Karlplatz when I noticed a sculpture of a mother and her child (both nude, she appears to be squatting to give the boy a bath), someone had put a black T-shirt on the woman, covering her nude body.. it reflected the tension in the city amongst its inhabitnats.
later in the afternoon I stoped by Arena Club on the edge of the city. the club occupies a slaghter house and is now covered with graffiti and hosts hardrock and techno parties.. it was very early, I justwanted to see the place without getting myself in a bad situation (if I went at night when its full, who knows what can happen) the few people there with their shaved heads, and tattoos looked at me and then went on to finish their beers.. It seemed like a cool place, but probably not without a local or atleast a group of friends.
on my second day I started by visiting the hunderwasser buildings in the city including the garbage incinerator with a giant gold disco ball on the smoke stack, hunderwasser house, the apartment building that has become the most exclusive address in the city.. then I discovered my favorite place in the city, Nashmarkt, the city open air market.. what a great place.. I love city markets like the one in barcelona but this one was even better, it was bigger and instead of a square plan, it stretched like a long street.. there was everything from fresh produce, to stuffed peppers to nuts, to hundreds of variaties of olive oil, cheeses and wines, it was so good for the senses. I bought a bunch of stuffed things (peppers, tomatoes etc, all stuffed with yummy goat cheese..
the weather on this second day was great, and my mood was hence much better. I then went to Museum Quartier, the new museum district of the city and there I found my favorite public space.. it was a great courtyard in what used to be the stables of the king, now filled with boat-like sculptures to sit on and relax, with djs playing music for free, and the new modern art museum occupying the corner.
my second day here was 7/7/07 and what better place to be to watch the Live Earth concerts.. they had a giant screen infront of the City Hall broadcasting the concert with food venders and bars temporarily set up for what they usually do in that space over the summer months (a free film festival).. I sat there for over 4 hours, enjoying the weather, watching the concert and I met these two gay guys who couldnt stop kissing in public.
what was up with the beastie boys, they completly suck.. they do not give a crap about earth or even their backyard.. they were clearly using the event for self promotion, having had the opportunity to briefly see them at Sonar, I know they are full of crap.. the same goes for the pussy cat bitches.. what the fuck was that. they are so nasty.
my favorite part was definetly the metallica set and I really wanted to see the smashing pumpkins ofcourse but time different didnt allow for that.
the two gay guys directed me to a place called club Camera where a party called heaven was taking place that night..
the music was good, the club was small and I couldnt find my Austrian dream guy, but there was one cute indian guy there who approached me and we made out for a little .. the austrian dudes who were there, were not my type and some of them including the bar tender would drop their jaw once I say im egyptian.. not sure whats the reason, orientalism, fetish, I dont know.
I was walking in the small park by Karlplatz when I noticed a sculpture of a mother and her child (both nude, she appears to be squatting to give the boy a bath), someone had put a black T-shirt on the woman, covering her nude body.. it reflected the tension in the city amongst its inhabitnats.
later in the afternoon I stoped by Arena Club on the edge of the city. the club occupies a slaghter house and is now covered with graffiti and hosts hardrock and techno parties.. it was very early, I justwanted to see the place without getting myself in a bad situation (if I went at night when its full, who knows what can happen) the few people there with their shaved heads, and tattoos looked at me and then went on to finish their beers.. It seemed like a cool place, but probably not without a local or atleast a group of friends.
on my second day I started by visiting the hunderwasser buildings in the city including the garbage incinerator with a giant gold disco ball on the smoke stack, hunderwasser house, the apartment building that has become the most exclusive address in the city.. then I discovered my favorite place in the city, Nashmarkt, the city open air market.. what a great place.. I love city markets like the one in barcelona but this one was even better, it was bigger and instead of a square plan, it stretched like a long street.. there was everything from fresh produce, to stuffed peppers to nuts, to hundreds of variaties of olive oil, cheeses and wines, it was so good for the senses. I bought a bunch of stuffed things (peppers, tomatoes etc, all stuffed with yummy goat cheese..
the weather on this second day was great, and my mood was hence much better. I then went to Museum Quartier, the new museum district of the city and there I found my favorite public space.. it was a great courtyard in what used to be the stables of the king, now filled with boat-like sculptures to sit on and relax, with djs playing music for free, and the new modern art museum occupying the corner.
my second day here was 7/7/07 and what better place to be to watch the Live Earth concerts.. they had a giant screen infront of the City Hall broadcasting the concert with food venders and bars temporarily set up for what they usually do in that space over the summer months (a free film festival).. I sat there for over 4 hours, enjoying the weather, watching the concert and I met these two gay guys who couldnt stop kissing in public.
what was up with the beastie boys, they completly suck.. they do not give a crap about earth or even their backyard.. they were clearly using the event for self promotion, having had the opportunity to briefly see them at Sonar, I know they are full of crap.. the same goes for the pussy cat bitches.. what the fuck was that. they are so nasty.
my favorite part was definetly the metallica set and I really wanted to see the smashing pumpkins ofcourse but time different didnt allow for that.
the two gay guys directed me to a place called club Camera where a party called heaven was taking place that night..
the music was good, the club was small and I couldnt find my Austrian dream guy, but there was one cute indian guy there who approached me and we made out for a little .. the austrian dudes who were there, were not my type and some of them including the bar tender would drop their jaw once I say im egyptian.. not sure whats the reason, orientalism, fetish, I dont know.
Saturday, July 7, 2007
wien ist ein dorf
yes vienna is a fucking village.
but first, to pick up from last time.. I went to Milano for one night (practically 15 hours total) to see Marco.. it was a very sweet reunion... we went to get something to smoke and his friend (forgot her name) told him to pick her up from the hospital (she broke her foot the day before) .. anyway, what a character.. you cant make this shit up, she is wack! the girl works at the airport and aparently goes to work with large blocks of hash and bags of coke.. married to a tunisian who beats her up and she likes it then goes out to parties and hooks up with 17 and 19 year olds (shes 32) the girl is nuts. anyway there is no hash so she suggests that we go to this "airport party" in some country club near the malpensa airport and there she goes with her broken foot hopping on the other.. it was kinda fun.. the place was pretty cool with tents set up everzwhere with different music and such.. good looking people, and one reallz fucking hot dude that I had my eyes on.. it was also cold. later went home with marco and had a very hot romantic morning with la traviatta playing in the background.. how hot!
i gotta be brief cuz no internet time.. but on the bus from milan to the airport there was a chinese guz flossing his teeth behind me.. whats wrong with these people.. oh and here in this internet place there is an american dude with a tufts shirt playing online poker! whats wrong with these people.
the Z and Y are switched on this german kezboard so I dont feel like sazing much more.
but first, to pick up from last time.. I went to Milano for one night (practically 15 hours total) to see Marco.. it was a very sweet reunion... we went to get something to smoke and his friend (forgot her name) told him to pick her up from the hospital (she broke her foot the day before) .. anyway, what a character.. you cant make this shit up, she is wack! the girl works at the airport and aparently goes to work with large blocks of hash and bags of coke.. married to a tunisian who beats her up and she likes it then goes out to parties and hooks up with 17 and 19 year olds (shes 32) the girl is nuts. anyway there is no hash so she suggests that we go to this "airport party" in some country club near the malpensa airport and there she goes with her broken foot hopping on the other.. it was kinda fun.. the place was pretty cool with tents set up everzwhere with different music and such.. good looking people, and one reallz fucking hot dude that I had my eyes on.. it was also cold. later went home with marco and had a very hot romantic morning with la traviatta playing in the background.. how hot!
i gotta be brief cuz no internet time.. but on the bus from milan to the airport there was a chinese guz flossing his teeth behind me.. whats wrong with these people.. oh and here in this internet place there is an american dude with a tufts shirt playing online poker! whats wrong with these people.
the Z and Y are switched on this german kezboard so I dont feel like sazing much more.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Gozo + dirty Europeans + nationalists + other random crap
dont have much time but I want to fit as much as I can.. I'm back in florence after a long ass travel day yesturday on two buses, a ferry, two more buses, a delayed flight and one more bus from Marsalforn on Gozo to Florence. last night I saw Richard and Jovi from Boston, they are here with architecture students for a month, we met at piccolo.. it was hilarious, I needed the laughter after being kinda alone in Gozo for three days, but I didnt need all the beer I drank.. I feel massive today.
I had gone to gozo after 4 nights on malta, everyone advised me that 3 nights is too much but lonely planet had given such romantic descriptions of it that made it seem like the ideal relaxing spot as the island it one third the size of malta with one tenth the population. there was a motive to stay one more night on malta and only go to gozo for two.. it was maltas biggest gay party happening in Rabat.. I would have normally camped out in anticipation, I mean its malta, men and gay.. right? Not really, I guess I was generally disappointed with the men, and most of the women are just scary. they get lost in the thousands of norther european tourists (who are so fucking dirty! leaving piles of trash everywhere!) and the few northafricans who have blended with the population.. a friend of mine brought my attention to inbreeding, aparently ultra orthodox catholics in malta means marrying into the family! well I notice a few funny looking people and one woman with a full beard. anyway, the better looking guys were clearly decendents of north africans ( I am not being biased, thats really what I saw) anyway, after one more night at Klozet with the crew I had met at Adams bar who all came down there and within 10 minutes took their shirts off, it was hilarious and slightly a sad sight. I then made the unusual desicion to keep to my original plan and miss the big all night gay party happening the following night. after a long day on the beach, which consisted of a giant flat rock where you sit reached by climbing up and down a steep sandy/rocky hill (the beaches here have been also slightly disappointing.. very small, not much sand and usually crowed with those hordes of blonds from frozen areas of europe. these beaches, although the water colour is beautiful, have nothing on the beaches in Egypt or Tunisia where miles of soft white sand give way to miles of turquize shallow waters) anyway, after the beach I went to catch the ferry to Gozo, missed the last bus and had to pay a steep 7 lira taxi ride (thats like fucking 22 bucks to go from midtown to downtown) I finally reached Marsalforn where I stayed for three nights.. oh my god holy family fuck me! so many families, so many kids and so much ice cream! no tourists only locals which is .. charming, but umm, fucking boring. I wasnt really in love but I thought I was doing something totally special since, well, how many people have been to a small town on tiny gozo for the weekend?
I spent my days in Gozo on the beach or hiking, I probably walked a total of close to 18-20 kilometers split into two different hiking adventures. the first day after seeing the mini city of victoria (the island's prime city) I wanted to go to the beach but the next bus was not for a while so a driver suggested I go to this other place on the coast and I agreed.. there was really nothing for me to do there since it was primarely for divers, so I started hiking east in the direction of the beach I wanted to go to. Now, there are no real roads, no marked paths and the landscape goes up and down with high cliffs along the coast that makes it difficut to know where I am.. It was a long and difficult hike, I felt like I was in the desert and that if I passed out from a sun stroke I would have probably laid their in my own skin and bones for the rest of Earth's existance. luckely after a couple of hours I thought I saw the village I wanted to go to in the distance but a great valley was between us so I would have had to go far inland to go around the valley.. along the way there was nothing, but kinda of a wasteland in some parts (maltese are terrible to the environment, I cant believe such a small country with such a tiny population can be so obusive to the land, as if they get paid to fuck it up!) the landscape here is very desert-like, its rocky, with no major vegitation, only the type of small plants that manage to grow out of the cracks inteh rock, and lots of lizards.. but after the fucking 4+ foot lizard I was living with in Ko Chang in Thailand, I was over prepared to deal with these tiny ones here. I also found a hourse. very cute, like a pony or something, I took his picture and moved on. well I never made it to my desired destination but I was headed in the direction of victoria so I kept going until I reached the main bus station and cought a bus back to Marsalforn and sunbathed on a rock there.
I had noticed this seemingly good looking probably north african guy on the beach. I later met him at night along the courniche with his Sudanese friend and his Tunisian friend, he was moroccan. they were pretty much drunk and the tunisian guy had gone for a swim in his underwear. maybe 10 minutes later the morrocan already asked me fo money so he can buy more beer.. it was awkward. they complained about how the maltese suck (and they kinda do) and how they hate tourists (however without tourist money they would seriously have nothing to eat) it is slightly true, especially on gozo which had a different feeling from Malta, the people were more family oriented and closed and didnt do much.. one cafe owner in valetta in malta said "they dont spend money, they only make money".. I wasnt alone when I met the three african guys, I was with Don, a South Korean also solo traveler staying at my guesthouse.. the drunk tunisian proceeded with typical asian jokes such as calling my new korean friend Chin Chung, Ping Pong! anyway we left.
I had tried the staple of Maltese food that night.. Rabbit! it was boney, but the meat tasted like a combination of beef and chicken..
before I forget, this is not a related topic.. on both ocassions I had a threesome on this trip, it was usually followed by a session of showing me pictures.. the couple in florence showed me pictures of their trip to brazil adn the couple of malta showed my studio pics with a million hairstyles.. I later learned that the maltese guy was a hair stylist.. its strange
I had gone to gozo after 4 nights on malta, everyone advised me that 3 nights is too much but lonely planet had given such romantic descriptions of it that made it seem like the ideal relaxing spot as the island it one third the size of malta with one tenth the population. there was a motive to stay one more night on malta and only go to gozo for two.. it was maltas biggest gay party happening in Rabat.. I would have normally camped out in anticipation, I mean its malta, men and gay.. right? Not really, I guess I was generally disappointed with the men, and most of the women are just scary. they get lost in the thousands of norther european tourists (who are so fucking dirty! leaving piles of trash everywhere!) and the few northafricans who have blended with the population.. a friend of mine brought my attention to inbreeding, aparently ultra orthodox catholics in malta means marrying into the family! well I notice a few funny looking people and one woman with a full beard. anyway, the better looking guys were clearly decendents of north africans ( I am not being biased, thats really what I saw) anyway, after one more night at Klozet with the crew I had met at Adams bar who all came down there and within 10 minutes took their shirts off, it was hilarious and slightly a sad sight. I then made the unusual desicion to keep to my original plan and miss the big all night gay party happening the following night. after a long day on the beach, which consisted of a giant flat rock where you sit reached by climbing up and down a steep sandy/rocky hill (the beaches here have been also slightly disappointing.. very small, not much sand and usually crowed with those hordes of blonds from frozen areas of europe. these beaches, although the water colour is beautiful, have nothing on the beaches in Egypt or Tunisia where miles of soft white sand give way to miles of turquize shallow waters) anyway, after the beach I went to catch the ferry to Gozo, missed the last bus and had to pay a steep 7 lira taxi ride (thats like fucking 22 bucks to go from midtown to downtown) I finally reached Marsalforn where I stayed for three nights.. oh my god holy family fuck me! so many families, so many kids and so much ice cream! no tourists only locals which is .. charming, but umm, fucking boring. I wasnt really in love but I thought I was doing something totally special since, well, how many people have been to a small town on tiny gozo for the weekend?
I spent my days in Gozo on the beach or hiking, I probably walked a total of close to 18-20 kilometers split into two different hiking adventures. the first day after seeing the mini city of victoria (the island's prime city) I wanted to go to the beach but the next bus was not for a while so a driver suggested I go to this other place on the coast and I agreed.. there was really nothing for me to do there since it was primarely for divers, so I started hiking east in the direction of the beach I wanted to go to. Now, there are no real roads, no marked paths and the landscape goes up and down with high cliffs along the coast that makes it difficut to know where I am.. It was a long and difficult hike, I felt like I was in the desert and that if I passed out from a sun stroke I would have probably laid their in my own skin and bones for the rest of Earth's existance. luckely after a couple of hours I thought I saw the village I wanted to go to in the distance but a great valley was between us so I would have had to go far inland to go around the valley.. along the way there was nothing, but kinda of a wasteland in some parts (maltese are terrible to the environment, I cant believe such a small country with such a tiny population can be so obusive to the land, as if they get paid to fuck it up!) the landscape here is very desert-like, its rocky, with no major vegitation, only the type of small plants that manage to grow out of the cracks inteh rock, and lots of lizards.. but after the fucking 4+ foot lizard I was living with in Ko Chang in Thailand, I was over prepared to deal with these tiny ones here. I also found a hourse. very cute, like a pony or something, I took his picture and moved on. well I never made it to my desired destination but I was headed in the direction of victoria so I kept going until I reached the main bus station and cought a bus back to Marsalforn and sunbathed on a rock there.
I had noticed this seemingly good looking probably north african guy on the beach. I later met him at night along the courniche with his Sudanese friend and his Tunisian friend, he was moroccan. they were pretty much drunk and the tunisian guy had gone for a swim in his underwear. maybe 10 minutes later the morrocan already asked me fo money so he can buy more beer.. it was awkward. they complained about how the maltese suck (and they kinda do) and how they hate tourists (however without tourist money they would seriously have nothing to eat) it is slightly true, especially on gozo which had a different feeling from Malta, the people were more family oriented and closed and didnt do much.. one cafe owner in valetta in malta said "they dont spend money, they only make money".. I wasnt alone when I met the three african guys, I was with Don, a South Korean also solo traveler staying at my guesthouse.. the drunk tunisian proceeded with typical asian jokes such as calling my new korean friend Chin Chung, Ping Pong! anyway we left.
I had tried the staple of Maltese food that night.. Rabbit! it was boney, but the meat tasted like a combination of beef and chicken..
before I forget, this is not a related topic.. on both ocassions I had a threesome on this trip, it was usually followed by a session of showing me pictures.. the couple in florence showed me pictures of their trip to brazil adn the couple of malta showed my studio pics with a million hairstyles.. I later learned that the maltese guy was a hair stylist.. its strange
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