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living my life without regrets

Monday, November 23, 2015

Budweis, Czech Republic

České Budějovice
Budweis yes like the Budweiser beer.


On the map it looks close but it was a much longer ride than I thought riding from Nurnberg to Budweis. The town should be known to all for its Budweiser beer and that is really the only reason we went to Budweis. I wanted to be a snob. I wanted to drink Budweiser beer in Budweis, and I did.

The largest brewery, founded in 1895, is "Pivovar Budějovický Budvar" (Budweiser Budvar Brewery) which has legal rights to market its beer under the "Budweiser" brand name in much of Europe. The same product is also sold elsewhere under the names "Budvar" and "Czechvar" due to legal disagreements with Anheuser-Busch over the Budweiser brand. The American lager was originally brewed as an imitation of the famous Bohemian original, but over time has developed its own identity and attained remarkable commercial success. Anheuser-Busch has made offers to buy out the Czech brewing company in order to secure global rights to the name "Budweiser", but the Czech government has refused all such offers, regarding the Czech Budweiser name as a matter of national pride.
THIS Is The Original, The U.S. Drink Is The Imitation

I do like a beer on a hot day, I have to tell you the Budweiser beer in Budweis tasted great but I am not an expert.
Hotel Zvon
The day seemed long and stressful because we only left Nurnberg at 10 AM. On top of that we had to find a gas station; we did not tank up the night before. Mistake:  always get gasoline before you sleep for the night.
No Room In The Hotel For Us
Another reason we had a scary day, was because Carol lost her tank bag on the Autobahn. It just came loose and flew off. I was in the lead and did not notice, of course. The intercom we have is finicky and did not work just when the incident happened. I looked in the rear mirror and there was no Carol. What to do?  I pulled over to the right and waited a bit, but Carol did not show. The next step for me is to take the next exit and ride back on the opposite side of the Autobahn and keep on looking if I can see something. The mind is strange; it pictures anything from Ambulances to Funeral Possessions at those moments. I saw Carol standing on the side of the road and now had to find the next exit to get to her. It took ages to find my way back. So what happened? The straps came loose!  I felt bad for Carol but what could I have done otherwise, or differently. Those things happen. We strapped the tank bag to her pillion seat instead to her tank and all went well after that. Carol told me she had to run into the lanes of the Autobahn to reclaim her bag. A scary proposition when I think about it, but again, what other choice is there?  A tank bag can hold essential documents, monies and needed ‘stuff’. If you get used riding with a tank bag you can almost not ride without it. Luckily, I never use a tank bag; I keep “stuff” inside my riding jacket. I am sure Carol learned an important lesson.
Then, when we finally arrived in České Budějovice
I Felt Like A Dragon When I Found Out I Booked The Wrong Date

we walked cockily into the big Hotel Zvon and told them we had reservations. We were tired and just wanted to clean up and rest. The day was hot. “Sorry, Sir, we do not have your reservation” said the Receptionist. What!!?  She was right! Somehow I made the reservation for the wrong day and there was no room available in the hotel for the day of our arrival. What to do now?  We found another hotel nearby but the parking was a block away. Parking for a bike, in a foreign country can be a real problem. Not that I feared much in the Czech Republic, but prudence is always good. The parking lot we were given was not ideal, but in hind sight all turned out OK. I just had to pay for an extra hotel. Bummer!  

Loved The Colors On The Buildings


We used Bookings.com to make hotel reservations via the internet. Pick a city to aim for, have the address you want to go to in the GPS and the rest is easy. The problem is, you MUST be very careful making the reservation for the right day…..and that is how I messed up. I learned from this mistake, I am very careful now, double checking if, when I click ‘reserve the room’, all is really correct. 




Wednesday, November 04, 2015

Nürnberg ( Germany )

Nürnberg



A fountain display of married life is not what I expected when I arrived in, to my mind, the most German town in Germany. Well, after Berlin maybe.  And what the fountain depicts is debauchery and hateful strangulation. What a Marriage! Certainly a strange piece of art, yet people flock to it, take pictures. 

Nurnberg is a comfortable, picturesque town, despite the above first impression of the fountain. We arrived here after leaving Heidelberg on August 20, 2015. My bike has a new battery but otherwise is the same 02 GSA I have stored at Stefan Knopf. Carol is riding her '02 F 650 GS and all is well with the bikes and us. 

We are trying to make it to Istanbul this time. After trying for the last few years, this is our final attempt to reach Turkey. Health issues made us abandon the two previous trips. 

But I don’t want to jump the gun; we are starting off our trip to Asia in Nurnberg.

This city is the birthplace of Albrecht Dürer

He was maybe the most famous artist of the German Middle Ages. The “praying hands” is maybe the best known picture that comes to mind. Melencolia is the etching with the mysterious magic square. Durer certainly was an interesting man. Does Nurnberg breed some weirdness into its population? Is the city mysterious itself? To me Nurnberg always had an image of a very typical German place, filled with stately Burgers, yet I have never understood this town. That’s why I had to visit, at least once. Somehow I had a memory of Nurnberg being scary, too Germanic.


Another man that is a mystery to me in Nurnberg is Hans Sachs  He is the main figure in Wagner’s Opera ‘Die Meistersinger’. He was an actual person, not just a made up figure for the sake of an Opera. There really was a man called Hans Sachs who lived in Nurnberg. And he was a Meistersinger, certified by a Guild.

What I could never understand was that a poet, a singer, could be a member of a Guild.  I found it counterproductive to belong to a group of people who were competing artists. Was there no individualism? Was there no free artistic license? The whole guild system was prevalent in Europe in the Middle Ages and knowing this makes me understand now why Durer painted his subjects as he did. 
The Catholic Religion was a monopoly at the time. Roman Catholicism was the only religion anyone was allowed to practice. Until 1517 that is, when Martin Luther started his protest and all was in upheaval. No wonder they called Luther’s new religion Protestantism. 

To me Nurnberg is that time just before and after the Reformation. People in the guild had to bow to their customers, and in the art section that meant Bishops, Cardinals, and the Catholic Church. So it is no wonder Durer painted altars and holy men and Hans Sachs composed songs that were allowed by the Church.

That Hitler had his best parades and propaganda rallies in Nurnberg, that the Allies later had the Nazi trials in Nurnberg, etc. is an indication that this is a Nerve Center of the German people.

I was interested in the time just before and just after 1400 and the most famous people of this time were the two people mentioned above. Not that I wanted to go deeply into the details of Sachs and Durer, but I did want to see Nurnberg. I am glad I stopped over, took a look, got some inkling of what might have been, snooped around.


Christmas would be a great time to go and visit more, I found out Nurnberg has a special Christmas market; they eat special sausages, cookies and celebrate with great beer. I told you, it’s a very, very German town. One day I might spend more than a few days in Nurnberg. Carol and I just took it as our first stop to get used to riding in Europe again.

We are not shoppers and Carol likes history by the teaspoon full, while I use sometimes a shovel to dig up historical facts. I try not to dwell too much on the details of years past. On the other hand, that is what Europe is, a pile of history; people of every tribe trying to find mutual ways to make money and live together. 

Nurnberg is part of Bavaria and has therefore a bit of the Bavarian outlook on life. Hard working folks but also hard partying.

After visiting Nurnberg I am still not certain I can understand in my heart how they could be so supportive of Hitler, be so German during WW ll. 





Friday, June 05, 2015

52. Motorcycles in Asia

52. Motorcycles in Asia

Sihanoukville, Cambodia
A Minute Later Her Groceries Were All
Over the Ground












Traffic Goes Both Ways at Once in Cambodia


Cambodia









Adults Usually Have Helmets
Children Rarely




At the Harbour in Cambodia



Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon)
Vietnam








Ho Chi Minh City
LOADED!
Bikes Are Usually Heavily Loaded
Ho Chi Minh City








Ho Chi Minh City
Only Time I Saw a Kid With
a Helmet



Da Nang, Vietnam, So Loaded





Da Nang, Vietnam
















Footwear
Da Nang, Vietnam










Footwear





Da Nang, Vietnam





Footwear







Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

Da Nang, Vietnam









On a Cell Phone
Hanoi, Vietnam


There is Actually a Passenger Holding the Tree
Ha Long Bay, Vietnam

 







Squished - 4 on a Bike
Hanoi, Vietnam













The Balloon Man, and No
it Doesn't Matter Which
Direction You Go
Hanoi, Vietnam 




Another LOADED Machine
Hanoi




OK - Its a Picture of a Picture
Hanoi








Motorcycle Parking in Keelung, Taiwan
 


Windshields With Wipers
Keelung, Taiwan














This Would Work For Picking Up Pylons at the
Motorcycle Training Course
























Wednesday, June 03, 2015

51. Faces of Asia

 
51. Faces of Asia
Thai Dancer from Bangkok

Children are so photogenic, most of these pictures are of them


These Beautiful Thai Dancers
Came Onboard Our Ship 
to Perform For Us












These Happy Kids in a Cambodian Fishing
Village Don't Know How Poor They Are


A Happy Fisherman in the
Same Cambodian Village
Delicious

Cambodian Waitress Served
Us Home-made Ice-Cream










Cambodian Girls in the River in a
National Park


The Same River












She is Not Happy to be Doing Homework
Not Happy















Caught Him Drinking Out
of a Large Jug





These Lovely Ladies Greeted Us When We
Docked in Penang, Malaysia






Our Happy Guide Through
the Mekong Delta
 


How Can They Squat Like That?

A Hostess in an Art Shop
Da Nang, Vietnam










Sisters in Da Nang, Vietnam














They Sang and Danced and One Played a
Very Unusual Instrument Da Nang Vietnam




They Played Traditional
Instruments Da Nang











She Started Off Very Shy
Ha Long Bay, Vietnam
Now a Little Bolder
But Still Thinking About It












But Now I Want Some Attention






Ha Long Bay, Vietnam









Hans Gave Him Chocolate and He No Longer
Cared That He Bumped His Head



In a Small Village in
Ha Long Bay, Vietnam









 Her Produce is Carried in the Baskets
Suspended From a Long Pole She Carries
Across Her Shoulders - Hanoi, Vietnam















Street Cleaner in Hanoi












Yo Dude, Wha's Up? Hong Kong





Lighting Incense Sticks in
Hong Kong



The Balloon Lady
Hiroshima, Japan
Okinawa, Japan



In the Shop Where We Had Deep Fried
Maple Leaf Cake, Hiroshima, Japan


Seoul, Korea







At the Lama Temple, Beijing, China



Resting At the Lama Temple,
Beijing











At the Lama Temple

In a Coffee Shop, Beijing












At the Summer Palace, Beijing
At the Summer Palace, Beijing










Our Guide at the Summer Palace




A Shy Guy at the
Summer Palace






At the Summer Palace

 













Wired at the Forbidden City
Our Waitress in Beijing Was as Tall as Hans
When He Was SITTING

And When He Stood Up...!