Sunday, February 28, 2010

Laura in Latvia

Thank goodness I'm only in Riga for a week. I can already feel the pounds I've gained from all the amazing pastries and chocolates here! I don't understand how everyone walking around is so slim! I guess they all have better self control then me! I'm leaving Riga on Monday and flying to Nuremberg, Germany where I'll reunite with James and along with discovering the city, we hope to spend some time in the alps close to the Austrian border.

My spirits have risen from the low I found myself in at the beginning of the week. I've been spending a lot of time in cafes, eating at a few favorite spots and walking around discovering the amazing Art Nouveau buildings that this city has to offer. Everywhere I look, there are incredible buildings faced with intricate decals and facades – even in the most obscure alleyways. I never knew that Riga was such an artistic center in the early 20th century. From what I understand, most of the city was bombed out during the Second World War and has been more or less rebuilt to what it was before. Because of all the Art Nouveau, the 'old town' area is a UNESCO World Heritage site. If there's anything I've learned during this time in Estonia and Latvia, it's about the remarkable come-back that these countries have made after being completely obliterated during the 20th century. Latvia has only recently (in the last 20 years) come away from Soviet control and even though their economy is suffering quite severely, there's a lot to be said for the endurance and determination of Latvian people. Having grown up when and where I did in Canada, I have never witnessed anything like what people my age and older have seen in Eastern Europe. I feel so incredibly lucky that my biggest worry these days is where to find the cheapest flight and which cafe has both wireless internet and good coffee. At the same time, a very guilty feeling hits home when I realize that most people in this country have lost one or many loved ones at the hands of human cruelty.

Moving on to lighter things, there's more to Latvia than just its pastries. Disco music is still alive and happening. Even just now in this cafe, a song called “Disco Lady” is playing – I can't help but bob along. In fact, I'm tempted to use my 'disco dancing' techniques learned from that Finnish video I included in a previous update. Most night clubs sport the name “discoteck” (spelled in a variety of hilarious ways) on their signs and I can hear pumping disco beats from the club downstairs when I'm trying to fall asleep at night. This brings me to my next subject: living in a hostel.

One day I will write a full article about living in hostels, but for now I will gloss over a few things to give the reader a mere glance inside hostel living conditions. Now, don't get me wrong, this hostel is great when compared to those in say, the Ukraine, where guests are lied to regarding pre-paid reservations, taken advantage of and told to pay for broken items that they did not in fact break (I've heard horror stories even worse than these!) The transient atmosphere of a hostel allows one long-term guest to meet up to 100 people in the course of one week. You can imagine how tiring this can be and so a hostel is generally split into a few subgroups of guests. I will profile a few that I've encountered this past week though there are far more varieties than the 3 that follow:

The short-term die-hard party animals – these travelers come in packs of 2 to 4 people and usually travel from their homes to the destination and then back again – they only spend up to 4 days on the vacation itself and are usually dreading returning to work in a few days. The party animals' only goal is to drink as much as possible and take in a good portion of the city's 'rockin' party scene' before returning home. The 'tourist' portion of their vacation includes asking other travelers for suggestions on which local cafe serves the best hangover breakfast and where they can get the cheapest beer. They generally only come out at night and can be seen on their departure date slogging out of the hostel with a backpack and a large bottle of water in tow.

The worn-out solo world traveler – This variety of guest usually comes alone or in pairs (however, by this point they're usually so sick of each other that they are both wishing they were alone). She has been traveling for at least over 6 months now and has been in so many hostels that she quite frankly isn't surprised by anything. Most solo world travelers have incredible stories to tell, but are so tired of relaying them over and over again that they just sit quietly in the common room and write in their travel journals. These guests are not interested in partying because they're on a budget and have resumed an 8 hour sleep schedule by now that helps to build some routine into their traveling lives. If you can get into the solo world traveler's bubble, you'll be inspired and awed by what they've done – but good luck getting in.

The awkward lost soul – this guest is likely to be found in the common room listening to everyone's conversations (regardless if they understand the language or not) and laughing along when the conversation calls for it. You can identify the awkward lost soul very quickly, just look for the person who everyone is avoiding talking to and making eye contact with. It's not that they are dangerous – they simply have too much of a story to tell. You can never get a straight answer out of the lost soul, mostly because they don't have one. Their story (and even personality) changes daily, and even hourly. This guest has probably been staying at the hostel long enough to manage it and they've got quite the set-up around their bottom-bunk bed. It's doubtful that you can help the lost soul “find themselves” and so it's best to be polite but don't accept their invitation to play that game of chess.

Riga Coffee Update: Coffee here is delicious! Drip is rare and espresso-drinks are all of very high-quality. A latte can run you from anywhere between $2 and $4.50 Canadian, but it's worth it!

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

brrr - what am I doing traveling through WINTER?

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James and I left Finland on a ferry last Wednesday. We planned to spend some time in Tallinn (capital of Estonia) together and then go our separate ways for a while. Mostly, I wanted to try my hand at solo-backpacking. James went back to Finland to spend some more time with his sister Sarah (who lives in Helsinki) and after one more day in Tallinn, I took a bus to Riga, Latvia (only 4.5 hours). We had an interesting time in Tallinn together. I really loved the buildings (you can see lots of them in the photo album linked above) and the beer was very cheap and delicious! The downside is that it was VERY VERY cold! I keep thinking about how silly it is for me to be in the Nordic countries during the winter! As a result, we spent a lot of time in cafes. Which brings me to my Tallinn coffee update: much like Helsinki - hit and miss. Many lattes were made by a silly machine and tasted watery. We smartened up after a while and bought tea if the coffee wasn't guaranteed to be good.

As I mentioned before, I left Tallinn by bus on Sunday and rode to Riga (Latvia's capital city). I was off to a rocky start in Riga. I had been hit with a bout of traveler's diarrhea (one of the things you don't think of when dreaming about your traveling adventures - but a stark reality unfortunately!) and I forgot to book a hostel before arriving. To make matters worse, Riga was having a mild day and so the city was literally melting. I walked around the city with puddles in both of my boots, trying to find wireless internet somewhere so that I could book a hostel. After a very trying 2 hours, I arrived at a hostel and got a chance to catch my breath. Here I was thinking - why did I think traveling alone would be so fantastic!? I instantly missed James!

I've been hanging out in Riga for 3 days now and it did take a while to start enjoying it - I must admit. Traveling is full of high points, but people tend to skim over the low ones. Especially when alone, it's easy to get stuck inside your head and start questioning what you're doing. I find when I'm in these spots that I start comparing myself to other travelers - and that's when the danger starts because everyone is on their own journeys, it doesn't make sense to make comparisons. Upon the advice of some well-traveled friends, I've been taking a good break here and doing normal things - I've seen a movie in the theatre, been going to coffee shops, etc... It seems to have done the trick! In the mornings I've still been doing lots of sight-seeing and I've got some great photos to show for it! (I'll post them once I leave Riga).

Next Monday, I fly to Nuremberg, Germany where I'll reunite with James again and we'll spend some time together before I'm off to Thailand to start my job! I'm really looking forward to having a normal living situation for almost 3 months. I'm getting tired of moving all the time and I'm sure that working in an orphanage with tsunami survivors is just the dose of reality that I need!

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Finland

To view my pictures in Finland check out this link: Finland

Sadly, my time in Finland is coming to an end. Despite the cold temperatures and the huge amounts of snow, we've done well with keeping ourselves busy. James and his sister have many friends here and so not only have we had free accommodation the whole time but we've had instant friends to meet up with and go out with. On Saturday night we went with a couple friends to a tango club. This was my first experience with tango (James started dancing tango last August) and I'm told I did alright. My feet got mixed up quite often and James did a lot of improvisation followed by a “that'll do.” Since it was the day before Valentine's Day, the tango bar/restaurant was packed with couples and around 11pm there was a tango lesson on the dance floor. James and I couldn't stop laughing during the lesson (in Finnish of course) because it reminded us far too much of the tacky video we watched months ago on Finnish disco dancing. Click here to see the video on YouTube: Finnish Disco Dancing Lesson. The bartender at the club was also Canadian – he has been living here for 10 years! I couldn't understand why he'd move to small Helsinki until he told me where he's from: Winnipeg.

Sunday was a special Finnish traditional day called 'Laskianen.' The tradition involves sledding down a big hill and then eating a special cake at the bottom. In the spirit of Laskianen, James and I headed to a big hill in the city and watched hundreds of people toboggan down. We talked to a lovely Finnish woman who said that her family was using the day as a reunion. They were all from different parts of Finland and had come together in the city to celebrate the snow. It's apparently been 5 years since Finland has had this much snow (that hasn't melted quickly after) and 20 years since Helsinki itself has been this white. James and I have great timing! The special cakes were delicious – a bun pastry filled with jam and cream. Needless to say, we did a lot more eating of buns than sledding.

I've had 2 trips to the sauna so far and hopefully one more tonight – my last night in Finland! In Helsinki, people generally seem to live in flats and use a common sauna in the basement. You book it out and then get charged a nominal fee like 3 Euro at the end of the month. Naked sweating time sounds far too personal to use a communal sauna – but everyone takes such good care of the thing that it's not dirty or anything. I hear that out in the suburbs and small towns families have their own family saunas. I wasn't sure how I'd feel about the traditional way of using the sauna (guys first, then girls after – no clothes) but everyone is so relaxed about the whole naked thing that it would be awkward if one was wearing clothes.

I haven't been able to get to know that many Finns, but the ones that I have spent time with are so genuine and warm. They seems to have a rough exterior and are kind of hard to approach – but being the awkward foreigner always helps with this. Absolutely everyone speaks English here (and very well too!) so it's really easy to travel around even when the signs are in Finnish and Swedish only. One thing that I find surprising is the fact that Finland has only 12 or so days in the whole year where you are permitted to fly your Finnish flag ('flag days' – i.e., a poet's day, Finland Day, etc..) Someone told me about a share house filled with mostly foreigners who were actually asked to take down the Finnish flag they were flying. I suppose this instills pride in the flag itself and prevents trashy, ripped flags from being flown from every window.

Before I go, I've decided to give a coffee update from each place I visit. Since I spend most of my money on coffee anyways, I think this will make a good edition to the blog.

Finland Coffee Update: Finns mostly drink drip coffee (up to 2 Euros/cup) but espresso drinks are also available at most places (3 to 5 Euros/cup). Drip is drip. Lattes, cappuccinos, etc... they all depend on the places you're getting them at. It seems that the best latte I've had here came from a chain coffee place. One great thing is that most places carry soy milk (my favorite milk in a latte), which is more than I can say for London (“Soy milk? Why would you want that?”)

Thursday, February 4, 2010

London Town - day 2

originally written - Feb 3, 2010

It might be because I have barely eaten in the last 24 hours or because my body is in shock from traveling still – but I'm completely knackered!! I just sat down for the first time and it's almost 5pm. I spent all of today walking around bits of London. This city is so riddled with history, there's simply too much to see! The weather is just like yesterday, almost always sort of raining. It's very cold, but it's a nice change from the dry cold in Canada.

I began by taking a bus across Vauxhall Bridge and getting off near Victoria Station. I walked up Buckingham Palace Road until I came to the palace itself. The palace is very impressive and I had a great time watching the guards walk to and fro. I left the palace and walked through St. James's Park towards the Churchill Museum. I took lots of pictures of the birds – some I haven't seen before, others I have like the white swan and then there were the Canadian geese and pigeons. As I walked along I couldn't help but sing, “Feed The Birds.” The music from Mary Poppins is dominating my stay here in London.

I walked down to Parliament Square and admired Westminster Abbey and a beautiful church right beside it (the name escapes me) with sundials on it's steeple. It's touted “the church of the House of Commons” - I'm assuming it's not Catholic! Just there is also the Houses of Parliament and “Big Ben” the famous clock tower. Exhausted with walking by now I hopped on the the underground train and got off a few stops to the North. Here was Trafalgar Square! Right beside the square is the National Galleries and so I decided to have a look. The galleries are jammed-full of amazing paintings and exhibits – I can't believe it's all free!

Now I'm filling up on latte and soup of the day in an Italian restaurant so I can see maybe one or two more things before heading back to my couch surfing host's house tonight. I've brought homemade (by mom!) pancake mix and Canadian maple syrup and so we're going to have a feast for dinner! The hosts I've got are great! They brought me across the city to their friend's house last night and though I was tired, it was good to get out on my first night here. After one more good sleep I'll be back to normal.

London Town - hazy first impressions

originally written - Feb 2, 2010

I must write now or I simply wont believe all I've just done after I have a sleep. Mind the poor grammar - I'm exhausted. The coffee I'm enjoying is my saving grace right now as well as my first in London town. I've just arrived a few hours ago after an overnight plane ride from Toronto. My sinus infection wasn't quite cleared up and so I got to enjoy an ear and headache throughout the flight despite the sprays and pills recommended. I'm stuck now with my left ear that refuses to pop, a broken suitcase that is far too heavy for my purposes and this coffee. I'm quite dehydrated and really should be drinking water – but coffee is less offensive to put on a visa card. I have yet to visit a bank machine.

Alas, my single achievement so far in London has been arriving at my couch surfing host's house – though too early; hence, the coffee shop. To get here, I hopped on the “tube” at the airport and rode 3 different trains for a solid 2 hours until I finally arrived at the desired stop. From there, I had to catch a bus (given the oversized and overweight luggage, this was a pain in the butt) to an obscure stop about 30 minutes away. Finally, I arrived at Alex's house and tried the buzzer, even though I knew she wouldn't be home for another hour.

London is having a very dreary day. From what I hear, this all looks about right. Passing London Bridge on the bus was pretty special. As the train zipped past the rooftops of passing suburbs, I couldn't help but sing “Chim Chiminny” to myself. One thing worth noting: not once have I cried to myself since arriving in London – I must be getting tougher! It's quite funny having to tell people to talk only into my right ear. This must be what it's like to be 78. I imagine that 78 is the age where my body will begin to turn on me – in all likeliness it'll be sooner than that, but I'm an optimist.

It's hard for me to make judgments just yet, but I imagine I'm going to like this place. It's nice to be in humidity after all those dry weeks in Canada. It's 6 degrees Celsius but feels glorious to me after -12 back home.

Buses are indeed red, and many are double-decker. Traffic is on the “other” side as in Australia. People generally look, well, English. I know, that's a huge stereotype and I don't even know what it entails, but I'd say that most of them, I could pick out of a crowd as an English person. Though, it might just be the accent that makes them more English to me. And the bad teeth. Oh, and black jackets. Just like Melbourne.