Thursday, August 25, 2005

This one is for Paul

Money money money!


Compare my money counting glee with a similar picture taken by Zora back in Havana on New Year's Eve, 1996.



In the intervening 9 years, I seem to have stopped smoking cigars, gotten better taste in eye glasses, gained weight, developed bad posture, and gone insane.

Art for Sail

Magnus showing his work.


Rod, the critic.

Captians’ Night Out



These lighthouse boats are perhaps my favorite. Well, that and steam tugboats.







Captin Mike.



1st mate, Maria.

Sail 2005

The big event in Amsterdam is Sail. It happens only every five years (in Amsterdam). Tall ships come from around the world. And little boats from everywhere.



This ship is a replica, but I still wouldn't want to mess with it.

A man in a Tuindersvlet selling (or pretending to sell) cabbage! I love it.

Boat made with used 1.5 liter water bottles.

Our friend Suzy who came from Copenhagen.

It's hard not to be awed by these ships.

Now that's a good maidenhead.

On our boat.

On the Ij.

Barges still have to get through. There was one fatality this year, a person trying to jump from one boat to another with a plate of food. He slipped and hit his head.

Ferry boats get through as well.





There's Drew in the crowd on land.

Budapest

We weren't too impressed with Budapest. I'm sure it's a very nice city. But if I want Northern Europe, I can always go to Amsterdam. And the language? Yikes. But I do like the fact that in the market they sell good cheap wine by the deciliter. I glass of wine was about 35 cents, I think.

Smiley-face glass, no extra charge.

Statue park, a collection of communist statues, should have been better. Great idea. But it is kind of small. There were more in Sofia. And it was raining. The first rain we had seen in a month. Back in Europe. sigh.





They have an old Trabant car you can sit it. It is, indeed, very small.

And then on the Vienna Waltz to Vienna. We had an nice meal on the dining car of this train. Alas, I didn't take any pictures in Vienna. But we had a nice time there with friends. The next day we flew back to Amsterdam.


From an e-mail:
We're still in Budapest at 2pm. We went and saw the Commie Statue Park. Great idea, but it wasn't big enough to be impressive. But how can you know if you don't go?

Train travel is great. I'm only upset that we can't go from here to A'dam. And the sleeper cars are great. You could open the window and stick your head out, which is becoming very rare. East German car, I think. (or maybe old West German?). Then a Bulgarian car. Strange to come to a country (Hungary) and know even less language than in Bulgaria (I knew about 4 words there... I know one work here... makes me feel fluent in Turkish). I'll be happy to be back in familar German speaking land soon. My German, believe it or not (or the Dutch I pass off as German), has come in very very handy everywhere we've been. It was needed in both Turkey and Bulgaria.

For the record, I've been to Budapest once before, and liked it alot.

Sofia to Budapest

Sofia to Budapest via Serbia. Sunflowers are in season.

Our train.

Our compartment.

Our spread.



Reading the time away.

At the Bulgarian border town. This train station had seen better days.



Clear in any language. (and why is there a letter 3 in their alphabet?)





Into Serbia.





Did I mention I like windows that open?



Zora seemed strangely perturbed that the safety check consisted of hitting the wheels or brakes with a metal object. (The girls from Prague next to us were very cute)

...as a bug in a rug.


We went through Belgrad at 3AM on a Sunday night. I know you shouldn't judge a city by its train stain. But let me tell you, that place was hopping! Really. Music, young people heading home. It was a hapenning place. Maybe next time.