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Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Budapest terror museum


one of the many torture rooms in the terror museum



stalin, mr. happy friendly walk in the park. I'd like to learn more about what i'm saying here, but I did here that as horrible and insane the nazi campaigns were, the dictatorship of Stalin was even more murderous, and Mao even worse. I've heard numbers of 50 and 80 million murdered by them, respectively.



This carpeting is a map of the region, not quite actual size, but pretty big.




detail


This photo of a German soldier reminds me of my grandfather in World War I. I can't imagine the suffering that these soldiers endured, and the slaughter that they inflicted and suffered. The trenches between the Americans and the Germans were especially brutal, running for hundreds of miles, with soldiers from both sides endlessly ordered to take opposing trenches and then running out into machine gun fire, mowed down, and taking nothing. And then it was repeated through the whole war by both sides for a massive loss of life and very little change in the actual lines running north and south.

Mo budapest



victims of the nazis, arrowcross, and communist parties, who all used the building now known as the Terror Museum as their headquarters for interrogations and torture chambers. the building was expanded underground to a larger network of underground tunnels to make more and more cells for the prisoners.




Arrowcross/soviet symbols at the front door



some of the faces of the dead. i don't think this counts prisoners or those who were simply tortured.



anonymous in budapest



Nice touch: south facing balconies to maximize solar exposure, light and heat gain

There was a whole slew, or a festoon, or whatever, of these trees. they look like a maple crossed with a sycamore. Pretty sweet. I sure wish I knew more about trees. I just got a book about the trees of michigan if anyone wants to go on a tree watching expedition to check some out. And no, I'm not kidding. Get in touch.



this was kinda funny. We got here, and saw all the strange devices and marvels of the Hungarian engineering, and all these different things (they have different words for most everything too) but among all the marvels of the Hungarians, besides the ghoulash, are what I thought were toilets. I thought to myself "These toilets here are among the strangest i've ever seen." First of all, they're hard to reach, and there's no stool. I don't know if that meant it's out of order, or only meant for tall people. I figure that I'm tall, so it should be fair game. But as you try to clamber up there, these folks get to staring, and then I tried to fill the bowl by pushing the button, but the water comes out so slow that it never fills the bowl proper. And here I am, half in and out of this thing, with Ruth trying to give me a boost in there, and the wall hits your shoulder and you can't quite get in, but luckily the beer there is quite strong so I was flexible and it seemed to make Ruth feel quite strong but I can't totally thank the beer because i think that was part of the problem of why i had to go in there in the first place but as I'm clambering about trying to get situated properlike i put my foot on this button and the thing started spraying me all over something fierce, fit for a geezer. Boy did we feel silly when we realized that it wasnt'a toilet at all! Finally a feller came up and started yellin and hollerin and carryin on to beat the band, and amidst all his gumblety muck of a language (I told you how they have a different word for most anything), he finally indicated that it wasnt't a toilet at all. I asked him why he didn't just say so in the first place and why he just carried on with his funny talk. But by and by, he finally made it clear. He pushed the button and put his face up to it. So we finally realized that this feller meant that this was a Hungarian shower. I guess those people never did quite forgive us for our confusion, because they never did stop pointing and staring till we was all cleaned up and well off on our way.


Budahooka store. Only thing missing: buda





hungarian angels


some more a dem dam doags

Budapenmanship



Old school horse tie up.



budapest public transpo. Pretty sweet that even in this "backward" country, people are well dressed, there's cheap public transportation running every which way, and no vacant storefronts. Nice town. Wish we could stay longer.



un dog



exporting our culture

I heart pits.





this looks good.




or this




Decisions, decisions. Hmmmm... water please?



Beds are where you make 'em.
fancy sink- it's cool, this interesting "euro"d out type stuff is everywhere. In the men's room at an italian restaurant in munich. The place where Caroline and Aaron had the huge pizzas.


The chef there.


waiting for the train. Nice looking train station, eh?


this image was the inspiration for Francisco Goya's "Saturn devouring his children." I totally think Saturn was on some crazy drugs, and probably Goya, and I'm pretty sure Grimace is a sick, sick man.



Sister powers, activate!
For real, there isn't much that's quite as life affirming as seeing these two get together over all those miles and time. Total, pure happiness. Very cool to witness. And a some wrestling and laughing. A glorious spectactle to behold.




J and Caroline, Ruth and Jack's last night in Munch.



this building that was there or something

Remember the older posts are at the bottom, even if you haven't seen 'em. Check the archives too...


fancy german hand dryers




how germany looks to jack




hofbrau haus mural. And yes, they serve pork.



This is what happens when you drink.



Just don't call them "an Oohmpa loompah band," Caroline!

Caroline, you are bad. This is what happens when Ruth and Caroline eat together in the Hofbrau house. And this is after Caroline had just one wee Radler (that's beer mixed with lemonade, check it.)






This is the table we were sitting at.




This is how far I got into carving JL +RL before I was stopped by the geSTOPpo. No, for real though. They really did stop me from carving in the table. Seriously.



New meaning to the term "greenhouse." Get it? GREEN house? HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. I just thought of that myself, and no, you can't use it.



For some reason this made me think of The Phyllis.

munich during oktoberfest


us



Ruth and Jack in their natural habitat



typical metro scene in Munich during Ocktoberfest







German heaven

they kick it nude over here in the park.





Stop looking so close at that picture up there and try to pay attention. this is a photo of a fountain decorated entirely out of shells. Kind of puts mine in Florida to shame.



detail of a fish head on that same fountain





jack and michael- he shared his traveling knowledge with us. Thanks, Michael, and thanks Michele for making the introduction.



Michael, me, and Ruth as she looks nuts in the Egyptian exhibit in Munich

surfers in munchie land

The latest:
this is pretty sweet. These guys do this all day, or rather people come through here to do this all day, it seems. It's illegal, and there's a strong current, and people die here after hitting their heads on the rocks and drowning every year, but it still goes on and it's still sweet. the story is that american GIs started this after wwII while occupying, and no one has cracked down since.

accordion dude kickin it on da strasse

The latest:

Saturday, October 17, 2009

Wow, thanks!/Anyone have access to blueprint software?

That was kickass. Really cool of you all to subscribe to the blog. That makes something that was pretty fun already way more fun all of a sudden. We're not quite ready to put up pics and text yet (we uploaded them from the camera yesterday, I think there were almost 5000 we have to go through. Don't worry, we'll pare that down to like, 10 to put up. Or something.), it'll be a few days yet, we have to get over to Kalamazoo before we get on this blog business, but I just wanted to get on here and say thanky to those new people signing up, and another shout out and a thanks to those who were already subscribed, you know who you are. Don't change babe. You're beautiful. What a great crowd. Good night Cleveland!

I can't frickin' WAIT to get some plans up here of what we'll build, we should have the drawings done and submitted for permits before the end of the year. IF anyone has any blueprint drawing software, hook a brotha up, because I'm going to do the engineering and that stuff myself, and bump the architect out of the mix, and try to get a Bahamian architect to stamp it, which is necessary. These types o research are slow and tedious, but we can assure you, the ship is creepin' along. We're working on the plans as well as the finances at the moment, trying to parlay the remainder of our equity in our house into actual cash to get started in the spring. If we come up light, no matter,we'll clear the lot,get utilities and put up a temporary hovel,like 20x20 cottage till the rest is squared away.

I was talking to this cat who was offering us a steel building that we would use for the second story half price, it was 30x40 with a 12' ceiling, but we missed the boat on that one, they wanted the deposit within a few days from when he notified me. I figured better to keep researching than to jump in to early. They're supposed to be pretty nice though, roomy, clearspan buildings that are relatively easy to assemble, cheap, galvalum steel that has a 40 year rust guarantee and built to withstand 160 mph (category 5 hurricane) winds.

Oh, one more thing: we got the deed/titlework to the lot in the mail yesterday!!!! About forty pages of original deed documents, all with stamps, showing the real history of the lot and all of the people that owned it going back, including death certificates from when it passed from one to another, etc. Crazy stuff. Time to get that vault I've had my eye on, I guess.

Okay, had to say muh thanks and share the good news. Keep on rockin'.
Jack

Friday, October 16, 2009

We am back. Am very glad see you all we are. must dogs pickup. blog post much later photo also yes. things do yes must myself. dogs. dogs. yes, dogs, yes.


DOGS. YES.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Still the same day as the post below

I just decided to change subjects (finally, eh?) and post it just to make sure it wasn't lost somehow. SO anyway, I was going to start rambling about Bulgaria, and i got lost in the brambles of my other rambles.

Great times in Sofia. Things I'm enjoying now include the sound of the pool balls at the table, the guy next to me typing hunt and peck style faster than I've ever seen it done, the accents of those speaking their different Englishes, since it seems to be the universal language at this point, the guy on the other side of me rolling a cigarette, the hordes (legions?) of pigeons outside vying with the swarms (tempest?) of cats outside for scraps that a lady throws out her window. Ruth over on the couch blogging. Having no plans. Looking forward to seeing you fine people. The unveiling of this mystery of these eastern countries (not very even)and the conversations of those who've been traveling to Turkey and Syria who say how beautiful they are, how they feel safer there than anywhere they've ever been, and basically dispelling my ignorance and broadening my horizons. Including dispelling the hype I've heard about other place forever, and more recent hype b.s. like how insanely dangerous Mexico is (lie), etc. I guess fearmongering sells newspapers, but even if I was a newspaperman, I still don't think it would be worth it to make so many people afraid of each other unnnecessarily.

We'd like to come back. To ski. To hike. To travel further. Maybe on bike. Maybe hitchhiking (yes, it's actually safe here). To see Bran castle. To see the castle at Rasnov, or wherever. To go to Varna on the Black sea. To go to the rest of Romania, which is supposed to be beautiful, poor, and kind. the people there bring you into their homes, I hear, and feed you, and refuse to take anything as payment. It's just considered normal. Sounds like the Bahamas. Sigh. I miss it!

Ruth has been compiling her blogs in a notebook, and I have been mostly taking pictures, and thought I'd tell about them when i post them, and have not been keeping notes. I hope you'll forgive us for being so lax. I promise we'll post a ton when we get home, lame as that is.

Lots of love. I think there are still some of you who need your keys for the house in the Bahamas. Forgive me for being so lame and losing track. I hope you'll have faith and know if you're reading this, and care enough about us to bother, that we care about you too, and that that place will be built for you to enjoy too. Just hang in there. We're actually moving forward, believe it or not.

your friend,

Jack

October something or other

Ruth and i will be back home on time as planned. We checked into changing our tickets, and the punchline is that it would be $2200 each, and some change. While this is mere chickenfeed to high rollers such as ourselves, we figure we should get back and hug the dogs. Also, Ruth's bad paw is bothering her, so she's limping about (we've been hanging out with some Limeys, could you tell?)and my knee is a problem for some reason, since it started making this funny popping noise when we were in Florida. Not funny like a mean clown, but more like a sad, broken clown. So I'm limping and she's limping, it's pretty funny actually. So yeah. There's that. So we realize there's so much to see here in Bulgaria that we had no idea existed, that we realize we really will need to come back here.

Honestly, I don't feel that way about most of Europe, or most places I've been, though I'm glad to have been there, unless to visit specific people, but Bulgaria is pretty awesome for a number of reasons:

It's cheap. Very cheap. Dinner in a chinese restaurant last night was like $2.50. Teachers get paid 45 liva a week here. Like 30 dollars. So stop complaining about this "recession" already. I was sick of it when it started. We're all so spoiled it's sick. We have 100 times more than we need to eat and stay warm and comfortable, but we complain when we get down to only having 90 times more than we need to eat. Anyway, Bulgaria's strengths: it's cheap. Besides just making the feeling of panic go away that you get in say, Italy, when you order a cup of coffee and find out it's like $7.00 U.S. , you have the feeling of freedom that you acquire when you can look at a menu and know you can afford the food they're selling, and not only that, but you'll be able to do it again next time you're hungry. That's quite a nice feeling. So, feeling like that, with a little spring in your step, you look around you and you think: "I could afford to go take a bus to that mountain to hike it." Or "I'll buy a 2 liter of beer (like $1.00 U.S.) and share it. And you feel okay because the people next to you are doing the same, for you and for each other. And you're staying in a hostel that everyone is grateful for and can afford, and money kind of loses it's meaning in a way for a moment, like you can stop hoarding it and just relax. I love that feeling. Last night, Ruth and Andy (New Zealander buddy)and I went out to eat Chinese in the afternoon (it was close for us peglegs), and we hadn't eaten yet that day, so we were pretty ravenous. Andy and I each ordered something from the menu, plus some sides, and Ruth and ordered two things. Then we ordered fried bread. 13 cents each, I think, and so I ordered 3, thinking that it would be right for the three of us, and thinking it was 3 slices. Andy had already ordered 5 that I hadn't heard. It turns out they were small loaves. Eight! Plus dumplings, plus all this other. And when it came, each could have gone far enough to feed the three of us, it was really nuts. But we wrapped it up and brought it back to the hostel to give away, but everyone had free spaghetti, so there was just a huge abundance. And we gave the dumplings to the cats, because cats love Bulgarian dumplings. ANd it was really nice.

So here we are. In a former totalitarian communist state, in a hostel that had been an inn that had been seized and it's owners exiled, living some kind of socialism-lite.

To go off on a political tangent for a little, and I would like to hear your comments and thoughts, since you're reading mine and you deserve your counterpoints to my rants, but I do think there's a huge difference between communism and communism practiced by a totalitarian tyranny. That is, I think that communism is actually quite nice in some ways, and could be viable in some forms. Namely, if it was done in small groups where the people felt the social pressure to pull their weight and contribute so you don't have deadbeats, and second, if you can kick deadbeats out, distinguished of course, from those who are unable to contribute. I would contend too that those unable to produce and contribute in a capitalistic economy are only able to survive due to the vestiges of communism or socialism that occur within it. That is, disability, social security, medicare, FHA, group homes, and even libraries and any other "community" treasure are forms of socialism or communism. I'll go further and say too that (something I've been thinking for years) that I personally feel more compelled to contribute and produce when I'm actually helping someone rather than just chasing money and then hoarding it. In my case, I would rather work for free for someone I love (you) than to be paid exorbitantly. I also would rather share what I have with those I care about (again, you) than to own it myself. I could go even further and spell out all of my contentions regarding how wrong capitalism is, but I'll spare you, unless anyone reading would like to discuss it, which I'd be glad to do. I care about this subject a lot, but it's largely academic to discuss, so pretty pointless here. Anyway, let me know if you're down for a beer and a talk, and I'll offer my exhibit A by buying the first round. Bottom line is I'm calling "bullshit" on the inherent badness of the bad word of communism, and pointing out that it's not sharing that was a problem, even here. But the crushing power with which it was administered and the complete lack of justice associated with it, and the scale it was done in. As far as communist USSR goes, you couldn't pay me enough to get involved (wink) but I'd do it on a small scale with our people any day. Yeah, I trust you that much.



ANYWAY, I know I know. This is a blog of whatever, and this is not appropriate here, but it's also a blog of our lives and our thoughts, feelings, reflections, and reactions, right or wrong, and the chronicle thereof. So yeah, it's all part of the same thing. And not to point out the obvious, but those of you reading, our friends and family, are reading this because it started as a chronicle of our trip, but continued because it is a chronicle of our lives as they point toward the defining event of finally building a place that we will all share, communally, socially, but which will be bought via capitalism and sustained in that same way, probably by renting rooms sometimes when you and we are not using it. So, yeah, these thoughts and political ideas are all wrapped up in this Bahamas building.

There's a lot of other things about Bulgaria that inspire me in how we'll proceed n the Bahamas, and very specifically, about this hostel. I know I never finished talking about why we need to return to Bulgaria, but let me continue my series of digressions by mentioning a few more things I like about this crib.

Easy maintenace tile floors. Common free computers. Free pool. Events boards, info and local stuff of interest that people leave for others. Guest books, not unlike ours at Shady Rest. Thank you notes stuck around the walls and the desks. Free books (for trade, really) on the honor system. A big place for everyone to flop on together. Basically a 15x15 square with a TV, books, and dominoes and tons of pillows. A guitar hanging as a decoration from the ceiling that you can grab and play. Communal kitchen and meals, and people giving away their extras of things they've purchased. A note in the bathroom to please keep it clean for your fellow travelers, and it is. a stereo people can play music on if they like. The good manners that people employ, taking short turns on the computers (unlike me now), a basket for people to share leftover shampoo by the showers, and generally, all kinds of things that are offered and shared freely by people who all get to enjoy the wealth of the group and really no hoarding. The people working here get a place to stay, and very little more, yet they are very kind, generous, and outgoing. There's a level of consideration that's remarkable, and that you do see in hostels often, where there is a ton of diversity, outgoing warmth, humor and general spirit of conviviality. I honestly have not seen one frown, heard a grumbled remark, seen anything with anyone's name etched into it, or even anything secured against theft, except the locks to the sleeping areas, the street, and on the lockers for valuables. It's great to have so much available to so many broke people and yet none of it has to be nailed down. Could it be because it's offered so freely and everyone has use of it already, so thers' no need to try to hoard? I think they're onto something here. I think the buccaneer road place will be similiar, or hope. But man, i have to think, if strangers of all nationalities can have this much of a positive, gracious, safe, fun time together here, I can't WAIT to see how all of our family and friends are going to be when they get in the same building and cook, eat, play together. Recipe for magic. I'm so excited I can hardly take it.

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