Saturday, 23 October 2010

Paris I (Fall Break Part 1 of 5)

October 13, 2010

Today we went to France via the Eurostar. I was super tired so I attempted to go to sleep, but I could not. Then I worked on my structural analysis and began to get super tired. It became so bad that I was beginning to nod off, so I put it away and tried to sleep, but, of course, I started to wake up again. Oh hell. Anyway we arrived at the station and headed for the metro along th- HOLY CRAP! Three soldiers armed to the teeth just walked right by us.
These guys (taken under Eiffel Tower)
In case you did not know, the international authorities issued a travel warning for Europe due to a suspected terrorist attack. Different countries have handled this in different ways, and the above picture is a sample of France's reaction. In other words, they are taking this very seriously. The metro was pure evil. First of all, people in France are pushy. They will shove you so much as they feel necessary to fit. Second, the metro itself tries to eat you. The fast-closing doors do not stop for body parts, and poor Phil's hand was almost lost. When we arrived at the train station, we learned that the train we needed to reach Barcelona was not running (see the post "Holy Heartbreak!" as to why). We drifted around the station for a bit, and by the time we were ready to hit the town, the professors already got a 7:30 PM bus to take us to Barcelona, which meant we were all to regroup at 7:00. With that said, we walked out of the station and along the Seine (main river). The views along the Seine were beautiful and there were plenty of bridges.


Ha! They don't even know that they are on the Internet.
However, what really took me by surprise was the bizarre works of art along the Seine.
This is a man behind a... um... well, he's behind something. I can tell you that much.
I don't even know where to begin with this one.
My dream house: a melted one.
The result of a steel manufacturing plant giving too much time off to its employees.
Anyway, we soon came upon the unmistakable image of Notre Dame. It is really a majestic sight. I also took pictures of the inside but I got better pictures on my second trip to Paris so you will see them then.
Look at those buttresses.
They're watching us; pose really religiously.
I finally got a picture of TWO friends taking pictures.
While we did get inside, we wanted to go up into the towers, which required a separate entrance. We got to he entrance only to find a sign informing us that you could not enter the towers from 1:00 to 2:30 that day. Considering it was 1:15 and we had to be at the Eiffel Tower at 3:00, it became pretty clear that there was a conspiracy. You see, if j- oh hey! A place to eat! Yum! We headed into the restaurant and I ordered a Nutella and banana crepe. It wasn't heavenly but it was still pretty good. Anyway we finished and walked along the Seine for a long time until the got to this building, which we lovingly named...
... the hurry the f* up building.
We were still more than a mile away from the Eiffel Tower and only had 30 minutes to get there. That may not seem too bad, but with the constant traffic, intersections, and stoplights, a half-hour mile in a major city is difficult, especially if, say, there were certain physical limitations on how long you can keep up a fast pace. Anyway, half of our group (my half) started walking at the deadly pace that is right between a walk and a jog. We finally bumped into the metro station at the Musée d'Orsay. Thank goodness... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... hey guys? I don't think its running. As it turns out it was running every half-hour, which still didn't do us any good. Okay, back to walking-jogging hybrid. To my utter amazement, we were only 3 minutes late, but we could not find any one else, even the professors. As it turns out, everyone else had the same problem. It was about this time that I acknowledged that I was actually under the Eiffel Tower.
Not there yet...
Not yet...
Not yet...
Yet.
We went up the Eiffel Tower via elevator. On the second level I took my favorite shot, which revealed to me two things. First, the tower is really, really tall. Second, There are SO many rivets (about 500,000).
At the top we could see all of Paris. Now until fairly recently, Paris has had height restrictions for most buildings, and since being less strict about it, some skyscrapers have popped up. The only problem is that they look horrible in the skyline. For instance...
Random-ass tall building #1.
Random-ass tall building #2.
I love seeing cities from high places. I love looking at the organization (or lack there of, with London). But a picture is worth 968 words, so here is Paris.
I'm so high right now. So high!
After the Eiffel Tower, we had free time so long as we were back by 7:00, which was not a lot of time. So we basically decided to walk back to the train station on a route that would take us to other sights. We past the Arc de Triomphe from a distance...
...an Egyptian obelisk and a badass fountain...
 ... we wandered into some kind of famous gardens (with strangely little gardening) and came across an interesting piece of art that depicted a man...
... from hell...
... and finally we crossed paths with the exterior of the Louvre.
I don't care what anyone says; the pyramid works. End of story.

I think I will take this opportunity to express my sincerest disappointment that I did not encounter any French stereotypes. I did not see the Frenchman in an artist hat with a horizontal black and white striped shirt holding a baguette and a bottle of wine all while randomly being next to a snail.
Like that.
It disappointed me that my stereotypes were not fulfilled, though I did catch a few instance of PDA that would probably get you smacked in the U.S., so I guess that counts for something.

We arrived at the station after passing Notre Dame again only to find out that the bus time has been changed to 9:30 (so we need to be there at 9:00), giving us 2 extra hours. I actually stayed at the train station on account of exhaustion from the poor night's sleep the previous night. I basically moseyed around the station for the next 2 hours. However, I did encounter an interesting shop right outside the station. It sold snacks... watches... travel items... books... butterfly knives... switchblades... and tasers. Yes, f*ing tasers. It wasn't even in French; it was just labeled "taser" in the window display. Keep in mind that this is right near the entrance of a mass transit station, but there's no way that could be a security issue.

Time for the bus... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... where is it? Oh, it two blocks away from where he said he would pick us up. How thoughtful of him. No big deal, it's a quick walk. You don't speak English. Great.

Before I state the rules of this bus, let me clarify a few things. First, a classmate of ours has a medical condition that requires a bathroom to be handy at all times. Second, this ride was anticipated to take 12 hours. Third, this driver looked like he murdered puppies for his other job. He was f*ing terrifying and could most certainly rip me to shreds if he felt so inclined. Anyway, here are the rules:

BUS RULES (WITHOUT AMENDMENTS)

-No food
-No drinks
-No bags
-There was no bathroom, so stops every 3 to 4 hours (not often enough for my friend)

If any of these rules get violated, we all get dumped on the side of the road, and I have no doubt that he would. What. The. Hell. Anyway, after my flat mate negotiated with him in French (which I will assume involved much badassery), we got a slightly lighter set of rules.

BUS RULES (WITH AMENDMENTS)

-No food
-Water permitted
-Small bags allowed
-Stop every 2 hours

If any of these rules get violated, we all get dumped on the side of the road. Well it's not going to get much better, so here we go. It was only about 10:00, so I doubted my chances of sleep for a while. At least I'll have plenty of hours to do my structural analysis; let me turn on the light. You disabled the lights. You motherf*ing piece of sh* son of a b*. It's funny, but the light thing was really what set me off internally for my own sake. Otherwise all my rage was for my friend's sake. I stayed awake for the first 2 hours and rest stop and started dozing off on all the following trip segments. The problem was that I woke up every time the bus stopped. So my sleep was disrupted a good six or seven times during the night. Honestly, if my friend doesn't have to go on a moving bus, I'm okay, but I am going to feel pretty crappy tomorrow.

Friday, 22 October 2010

Holy Heartbreak!

October 22, 2010

I literally just walked into the door of my flat after returning from the last of my travels for the vacation (which I will post about soon). I had a wonderful time, but as with all wonderful times, there must be something to bitch about. The anticipated highlight of my vacation, the 500 ft bungee jump in the middle of a gorgeous Italian valley, did not happen. This is for two reasons:

1) Procrastination

2) The nation of France

I admit it; I procrastinated way too much, and if anyone wonders why I like to be places 30 minutes in advance, it's because of crap like this. The flights I anticipated to take had quadrupled in price, and I was looking at a budget of $500 to $700 for one day in Italy. When I did the final price calculation, I pretty much threw in the towel right there. But still... the adventure. The spontaneity. The adrenaline. It might still be worth it. But then...


FRANCE.

RUINED.

EVERYTHING.

-Officer 1:          Sh*! How the f* do we get past them now?  Game over, man! Game over!

 -Officer 2:          I'm not sure. Can't we just step over them or go around them or something?
-Officer 3:          No. They're making out. There's nothing we can do. They've won this one.


Okay, that is an exaggeration, but it got your attention, didn't it? No, what France did is put the final nail in the coffin, so to speak. In case you have not been reading the news (and yes, were this issue not actively destroying my chances of jumping off that bridge, I wouldn't care), France has decided that it would be fiscally beneficial to raise the retirement age in France from 60 to 62 (kind of obvious, and just for the record, it is 65 in the U.S.). Heavens no! My biggest problem is that 62 is a random-ass number, but that is beside the point. Due to this potential 2-year increase, the following steps have been taken by the citizens (not all at the same time, but some):

-Intermittently refusing to operate inter-city trains
-Intermittently refusing to collect garbage
This is not from the Internet.
-Blocking their own f*ing oil refineries
-Rioting (including egging the police (as if they weren't busy enough trying to prevent terrorism))

... and finally my personal killer...

-Intermittently refusing to operate the airports

Now I was faced with the situation of sinking $500 to $700 of money into my glorious one-day outing, losing all of that money, and being stuck in Paris with nowhere to live. Lesson learned; do not procrastinate anything ever.

Tuesday, 12 October 2010

Almost Fall Break

As it is almost Fall Break, I thought I would share my plans with everybody in boring itinerary form.

Oct 16:
We get left in Barcelona after our last class trip of first half of our semester. I will take the overnight train from Barcelona to Madrid with my friend Michelle. It will be 9 hours of non-boredom.

Oct 17:
I will get off the train in the morning, ditch Michelle, and meet Serezade, my friend from Spain, who is awesome. We will hang out the whole day and it will be awesome. I will inevitably run into a language barrier as I have forgotten Spanish in its entirety. I get to stay at her house tonight and see her family, who are also awesome. I will again inevitably run into a language barrier.

Oct 18:
I must unfortunately leave in the morning for London, where I will meet my parents. We will do British stuff.

Oct 19:
British stuff continues.

Oct 20:
My parents and I will go on a train to Paris. We experience Frenchness.

Oct 21:
Frenchness continues.

Oct 22:
I ditch my parents and fly to Milan, gradually making my way to the middle of nowhere. I sleep here.

Oct 23:
I get up, eat breakfast, and then jump off a 500 ft bridge named "Colossus" while attached to an over-sized rubber band. Return to London after.

By the way, if you have (you haven't) been wondering why I have not been updating, it's because we have been doing nothing but work. Work sucks. Montreal sucks.

Sunday, 3 October 2010

Of Pirates, Panic, and Precipitation


September 27 – October 2

So it’s Monday, and we thought we had a pretty exciting Monday afternoon planned. After class we were supposed to be going to go to the Painted Hall. Unfortunately, Jerry Bruckheimer thought differently. In class, we heard that the Painted Hall was closed possibly due to the filming of Pirates of the Caribbean 4, so we headed to the National Maritime Museum for extra credit (and, of course, to see the museum). On the way, we obtained visual confirmation that indeed, Pirates was being filmed here, as was evidenced by the movie set being constructed a block from the museum. NO I DIDN’T F*ING SEE JOHNNY DEPP, SO DON’T ASK! Anyway, it was interesting to see a set being built, and to see the props and actors (extras) all dressed up with their old English clothes, wigs, etc. However, it did irk me a bit to think that they closed down a public exhibition like that just for a movie shooting.

In the program, we have “mentors” who are supposed to be looking out for us. Mine is Nick, who is awesome and only 2 years older than me. I hadn’t met him before this night, but from our emails up to that point, he sounded pretty solid. Anyway, we had an alumni night, where all kinds of alumni (mentors and not) who live in England or happened to be passing by met up at this pub and we just socialized. I. Hate. Mass-socializing. It’s awkward and it’s too chaotic, tow things I can’t stand. My attention gets pulled in a thousand directions and I wind up just standing there, which I did for about 20 minutes. Thankfully, my mentor showed up, so I did some much needed catching up with him for about 40 minutes. Feeling more comfortable with the pub, I then started to engage other alums, though I was still awkward because that’s just how I am. After another hour, we all migrated to a Chinese restaurant. It was a set dinner, but still delicious, and it gave me a chance to interact with even more alums.

Tuesday was really boring with one exception: going to see The Merry Wives of Windsor. Now, I am not a HUGE fan of Shakespeare, though I think he’s all right. Anyway, we were instructed to read the text before seeing the play, and the text SUCKED BALLS. I hated it. It was pretentious and had side plots that went nowhere. We went to the Globe Theatre, which also gave me chance to walk over the Millennium Bridge, part of my rising junior summer research. Anyway, to put it briefly, the play ruled. It was hysterical. It is so interesting how all that pretentious B.S. becomes a comedic masterpiece with the simple additions of a visual component and voice inflections.  We had to stand the whole 2.5-hour play, but it was worth it and I had a great time. This is now my new favorite play so far.

Wednesday, we visited Brighton for Art and Architecture. Brighton is on the South coast and is a beach town that seems to be half-stuck in the 60’s.
Psychedelic, baby.
Then we made our way to the Pavilion, but first we went by the former royal stables.
Those must have been large horses.
The Pavilion is an interesting building with an exterior of predominantly Indian motifs and an interior with predominantly Chinese motifs (no pictures allowed inside; sorry). There was also a strange art exhibit being displayed in the Pavilion. Thousands of black ceramic butterflies were everywhere. It actually kind of freaked me out, especially the ones hanging by the windows. It reminded me of The Birds.
We toured the building and were then set loose to do what we wanted for about 40 minutes, when we needed to start heading back for our next class. First we visited the beach. Though it was exceptionally rocky…
… the coastline itself was beautiful, and we also walked on the pier for a bit.


Oh no! We’re running late. We made a mad dash through Brighton for the train station, only to get on the platform as the train departed. Bad luck. Oh wait. There a train in 6 minutes that takes only ten minutes longer to get to London. Good luck. We got on the train, waited a while, and arrived at Victoria Station. Finally we head back ho- “An emergency has been reported. All passengers must leave the station.” Then an alarm sounded for five seconds. Then the announcer lady said, “An emergency has been reported. All passengers must leave the station.” Then the alarm sounded for five seconds. This cycle repeated over and over. The station became really packed as everyone tried to exit at the same time. Steve, Michelle, and I got separated from the group, and the situation was overall unnerving. The evacuation was caused by a strange smell that cause 4 people to faint, though we would not find this out until after dinner. Continuing on, we did not know which exit we used at Victoria, but we needed to get away from the mob, so we walked in some (wrong) direction. It took a while (though not an excessive amount of time) before we got to class… last. However, it was so good to see redundancy in the system. The fact that Victoria was rendered unusable did not stop the system from operating; you just had to go around the station, and we were still able to get back. Let’s just hope Iceland doesn’t decide to cough in Europe’s face again the day we are supposed to head back to the States.

After Theatre class on Thursday, we went straight to the train station to start our Manchester/York trip (which was really just a York trip). After two hours on the train, we arrived in Manchester. The first thing we did was go to MOSI (Museum of Science and Industry). While the museum looked like it had potential, it was ruined by the fact that we had an assignment that was very vague. Therefore I spent the entire hour taking pictures of the text pieces because I cannot write fast enough. I didn’t really “see” anything the whole time I was there. Very disappointing.

The next thing we did in Manchester was visit… another museum called the People’s History Museum, which traces significant social events, concepts, art, etc. as it relates to current freedoms. This was actually a very interesting museum, but the guide was not the best, and we still did not get to do anything we wanted to do. Well Manchester was a hoot, so then we got on a train for York. Honestly though, Manchester was a damn shame. We saw so many neat things to do on the bus ride to the train station, and all we did the whole time was see 2 museums in a very non-constructive manner.

When we arrived at York, it was drizzling, but we do not stop for rain so we headed toward the hostel, which was 20 minutes away. Midway, it began to rain kind of hard. It blew. We got to the hostel and rested for a bit before going out to find dinner. To our surprise, we could not find anything within a 10-minute radius of us. I wound up eating a doner (lamb) pizza at this tiny shop. Afterwards we hung out at a pub for a little while and finally headed back to the rooms. We had a television in our room, so we made use of that (game show, weather, The Matrix Reloaded), and then Steve spotted a HUGE spider.
Yes, it is a significant percentage the size of Steve’s hand.
After releasing it into the wild (out the window), we went to bed.

The next morning started out with a tour by what is right now my favorite tour guide. First we went on a tour of York with what would be my favorite tour guide yet. However, while the guide was funny, interesting, and informative, the 2+-hour tour did not actually take us that far from where we started, which was a shame because we did not actually get to see much of the city (also, IT POURED THE WHOLE F*ING DAY). I particularly enjoyed his little stories about how certain discoveries were made, which were usually by accident with someone doing something they weren’t supposed to be doing.
Our next tour was of York Minster Cathedral, seat of the Archbishop. Our intended tour guide waited for us in the wrong spot but found us later, so we had half of the tour with one guy and half with another. I couldn’t hear the first guy very well, but he was extremely detail oriented. After semi-briefly giving us the history of the building, he spent the next 40 minutes talking about the meanings and histories of all the medieval glass. Then he took us into the chapterhouse and showed us several dozen interesting stonework designs and what they mean. Like I said, detail oriented. It was about this time that our intended tour guide showed up and took over where the other left off. He continued about some more interesting individual characteristics of the building, including an entire section of ceiling designed by children (read Maddox’s I am Better than Your Kids to get an explanation of why you shouldn’t let children actually design things). As it turns out, young teens were also allowed to participate so some of the designs were good. We then went into the lower (modern) level, where we were shown the ingenious engineering steps taken to prevent the tower from moving. Down there were also some discovered artifacts as well as remnants from the original minster. Throughout both stores I mainly just stared at the pretty interior. Here are some pictures (exterior and interior):
The last activity of the day was called Jorvik ,another informational ride that had a mechanism identical to the Annie McLeod Experience (only it seated more). This ride was also equally pointless, as once again you could have just walked through this section. Despite the more infamous subject (Vikings), this ride was not scary at all, and involved no spirits trying to steal your soul. After the ride, the exhibit had a redeeming walk-through section that proved very interesting with several interactive bits. The gift shop was cool too; they sold medieval axes for £70. After the exhibit, I went off on my own for a bit to think, but met up with Steve and Michelle for dinner at Pizza Express, which was amazing. I was unfortunately not that hungry, so I only had about half of mine. Back at the hostel, Steve and I played The Logo Game, which was impossible. We also were not helped by the fact that it dealt primarily with logos in the UK. We went to sleep afterward.

Finally on Saturday morning we went to the NRM (National Railway Museum). One again, the museum looked like it had a lot of potential, but the tour was very disorganized (especially when they tried to show the inside of carriages to 25 people, when they only seat between 5 and 10). On top of that, I couldn’t hear the tour guide at many points in the tour. Thirdly, he had this knack for showing us interesting things that were not actually relevant. For instance, is seeing Eisenhower’s chair neat? Yes. Does it tell me anything useful? No. However, as always, it was fun to look at trains.
The ride back was fine, and since we ended up at King's Cross, we decided to see platform 9 and three quarters (you need a ticket to get onto the platforms and since our rail passes were good for the day we decided to use them). We got off and got onto platform 9. We walked down only to find out that oh wait, you need to go onto platform 8 to get to platform 9 and three quarters, which makes perfect sense.
Since I can see it, I am obviously a wizard.
The rest of the day consisted of a nap and going out for a friend's birthday.