CERN

Wednesday, 3 February 2016

Date: 3rd Feb



Yesterday we went to CERN with our gracious host. Regrettably he injured his knee recently and stairs were not his forte, that combined with the LHC being shutdown for maintenance meant I wasn't able to actually get to the LHC tunnel, but I did get to see an actual, though smaller, particle accelerator. 

CERN reminds me, unsurprisingly, of a very upscaled version of every University physics campus I've been to. It's a cool place with lots of really interesting work going on, but anyone expecting a shiny futurist campus is definitely in the wrong place - try Apple HQ. 

Once again, confirming my previously mentioned hypothesis, we had Italian, this time for dinner and it was very good. At least before then we had a very French cheese and bread light meal at a bar.


Rest Day

Monday, 1 February 2016

Date: 1st Feb

Today was very much a rest day, and a real rest day at that. Nothing specific planned, nothing to pack for tomorrow, no big journeys the next day, just rest. It's also the start of the slower pace of the rest of my trip. From now on I spend at least two full days in each stop, and for a few stops, I spend 4 or more whole days. It's almost a holiday!

But today was spent in Ferney-Voltaire, a small French town that borders Switzerland. Being in France, it's a lot cheaper to do, well, anything. Switzerland is so damn expensive. A basic small burger at a pub is NZD$30. A pint of bitter is NZD$12. I'm not even going to calculate how much a glass of Lagavulin would have cost, I didn't buy it as I'm fairly sure my bank would ring up the next day demanding payment or they'd go under.

A late lunch was at an Italian restaurant, I know it sounds terrible to do so, and I should have been at a French cafe, but the cafes were either closed or had more beer than food.

I've found in my travels here that the best food for a region is found outside that region. Best French food, Italy. Best Italian, definitely France, best bangers-and-mash, Switzerland. I haven't had haggis, but I bet the best version would be in Netherlands or Germany or something.

Tomorrow we head to CERN.

European Rail

Sunday, 31 January 2016

As far as I can work out, when it comes to short trips, rail is definitely it. It's fast and cheap. However, once you reach two hours on the train, air travel wins.

I've just spent over 6 hours on two trains, at a stupidly expensive cost, for a trip that would have cost €70 if I'd booked it 2 days before flying, and would have taken, all things considered, checkin, security, travel to airport, etc, maybe 4 hours, 1 to the airport, 1 to checkin, 1 to fly, and 1 to get luggage.

However, I can now say I've been on the Eurostar (definitely not worth the expense), and the TGV - again, nothing special. Perhaps if it wasn't winter, there might be nice things to see.

Way too much money spent on this leg. Way way way too much.


Eurostar and TGV to Geneva

Date: 31st Jan

So I'm going to post the earlier days posts about the other cities, but for now it's easier just to write about what's current, until I get some real downtime.

Caught the Eurostar today, well, almost caught it yesterday. I'd accidentally booked it for tomorrow instead, so when I turned up, I realised my mistake. £188 later and I'm on the Eurostar as I write this. 

If it wasn't for some geeky desire to use the Eurostar, I really would have been much better off on a flight. Yesterday when looking, flights were around €80 from London (Gatwick) to Geneva - Eurostar is sooo much more expensive, and given you need to arrive 90mins before departure and go through security, one questions the advantages. The possible exception is luggage. You can take as many bags as you can wheel/carry - and some people did! One little lady had to have people assist her lifting her bags, 3 of them, on to the train. I have no idea how she wheeled them along - I assume like some kind of road train (trailers all hooked together)

In the tunnel itself, it's unsurprisingly black. There's nothing to allow you to judge speed, though as I write this we've just emerged from the tunnel. The train certainly doesn't win any speed awards on the surface, at least not thus far.

Shortly I'll be arriving in Paris, and itll be a relaxing (ha) traversal across Paris to the TGV. I have however, given I've spent a lot more money than I expected, upgraded myself for £30 to first class on the TGV. 😄 Hopefully I'll get a refund (minus change fee) from my original booking





Sleep

Saturday, 30 January 2016

Date: 30th Jan

I've still got the last week or so of entries to post, they're all sitting as drafts in the queue, but a quick update - I'm alive, I'm in London, today was the last day of the bus tour. Very enjoyable trip, more to come later.


Where were we? Oh yes, Dresden

Thursday, 28 January 2016

As the bus trip moves into its final few days it becomes harder to keep up, both with the journal and the trip.

Date: 26th Jan

Dresdon, was not has hard as Auswitch, but that's more to do with how the place is portrayed today. What's left of the war is new buildings replacing those destroyed and many older buildings with blacken bricks, or white bricks - the white because they were replaced in the rebuild having been destroyed in the bombing.

Whilst the image today is a mixture of modern and classical, looking figuratively below the surface, the true horror becomes apparent. This city represents the most devestating single event of the war.

With the Soviets approaching from the East, and the Allied forces sweeping in from the West, the Germans had all but abandoned this beautiful city, known in its day as the Florence on the Elbe. The city had remained largely untouched in the war, it was at worst a war machinery factory, a staging area, a communications hub, or a hospital, depending on whom you believe. Eyewitnesses differ.

Having the Reich on the back foot, Churchhill wanted a decisive blow to seal the win. 

With the war approaching on both sides, and the Nazi propaganda having German civilians believing the Red Army as some barbaric race, the refugees poured into Dresden. An official population of some 642,000 was increased by an estimated refugee population of between 150,000 and 200,000. 

On the night of the 13th of February, the RAF launched the first of a series of raids targeting the central city. The initial attack started in the late evening targeting, the second to follow up 4 hours later in hopes of catching the firefighters and other rescuers. The central city was targeted rather than the outerlying industrial suburbs housing the German war manufacturing because it was felt it would be more devestating targeting the city.  

The bombers began dropping their payloads at around 2130hrs, the exact, or even estimated amount of explosives dropped is varied in its reporting but they did drop a mixture of high explosive bombs and incendiary bombs. It was the latter that caused the firestorm.

As the fire began to spread, it sucked in more air from outside the city fuelling it further, until it Kurt Vonneguts words, "turned the city into a single column of flame". The now self sustaining firestorm rapidly spread through the central city population reaching temperatures exceeding an estimated 1500°C and combined with the high explosives destroying or damaging a huge number of buildings. In the 4 days of bombings 24,800 out of 28,400 houses in the central city were destroyed. An area of 15 square kilometres totally levelled, 72 schools, and 22 hospitals. The majority of the industry and manufacturing plants in the outer suburbs were largely unaffected. 

The number of bombs dropped was estimated at 600,000. Almost one bomb for every man, woman, and child.

This wasn't a strategic surgical attack - it was a holocost. 25,000 civilians died in the attack. 

Current Date: 28th Jan, 0943h
War Crime Charges over Dresden: 0. 

History is written by the conquerors.


 






Auschwitz

Sunday, 24 January 2016

The scale of the war crime that was committed there. Read all the stats you want, but when you walk into the room with the hair.

I'm not ashamed to say I couldn't make it. I noped the fuck out of there, didn't finish the tour.

There's no photos for this one. The memories I'll be stuck with are all that I can handle taking from this place.

Words fail me.

Where was God at Auschwitz?