Claire C

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Vienna

December 22nd 2006 10:28
Vienna, the birthplace of Amadeus Mozart and the country where Beethoven composed many of his symphonies, is a cultural smorgas board. Though to see the real Vienna really requires that you have the cash to see it. Freud's house is in Vienna, though the infamous couch is no longer there, it’s encased in glass in a museum somewhere in England I think.
Vienna - is a strange, strange place. I found it difficult to adjust to an entirely different culture. Having lived like kings for the past 5 days on relatively little money, we struggled at first to adjust our lavish lifestyles. Those planning to travel to Vienna should prepare to live on instant pasta for the duration of your stay. Vienna is SO expensive, we couldn’t even afford a Vienna Schnitzel

We found that the people of Vienna were also semi - strange. (Insert French accent). Like the typical westerners we are/were, we assumed, given that most Austrians speak German (or a very similar dialect), that they would be much the same as Germans: We were very wrong. The men so sleazy - it's crazy! The entire time I was there I was on guard. Something was definitely a little off. I can't work out whether Vienna is quite conservative (though obviously not without its double standards), or whether we were being oversensitive. The fact that I got mistaken for a prostitute tonight might have had something to do with it!

So, the story goes, Caz and Claire were walking along the beautiful streets of Vienna trying to find a cheap meal to ease our aching bellies. An old fat man of about 50-60 years of age approaches Claire and Caz, and asks Claire: “What do you do?” Claire, (not thinking he was referring to various sexual acts) replies “I am a student”. He asks “do you have time for me?” Claire the bumbling idiot, frozen from the shock and embarrassment reels away muttering no, no no no, NO”.. and runs as fast as she can in the other direction. Caz, obviously is still basking in the glory of this awful tale... . Claire's plight is of NO interest to Caz at all and much mockery and laughter has ensued. Why does this always happen to me? (During our holiday vacation to Byron Bay, Claire and Caz were asked to feature in a “members only website” . We were asked to pose in “naturalistic amateur porn”, as well as being asked to model in Brazilian bikinis the very same day by a different person!). What part of me looks like trouble? °CRY° It's not fair!!!!!

Vienna was much more cosmopolitan than we were expecting. Though the place is gorgeous and the weather perfect, the city is filled with high-rise buildings and expensive shopping, restaurants and cafes. Neon lights and detailed shop fronts line the streets. I was hoping to catch some opera while I was there, but it was too expensive... We weren’t able to see the Vienna Boys Choir either which was disappointing. I think Vienna is a city for married couples, a great place to celebrate a 25th wedding anniversary. Had we had our time again, I doubt we would have included Vienna on our itinerary. It is not a city for young people.
Vienna is supposedly the home of artists and writers, philosophers even who spent many hours lingering in coffee shops and creating their masterworks... Most of the cafes originally designed for day long pondering, now have a massive surcharge and are hugely expensive. Also they tend to be visited by the cities most pretentious. We failed to recognize the “artists haven” that our tour books spoke of.

We stayed at the Wombat hostel – (The Lounge) which was nice, spacious, and clean. Though I recommend you stay on the lower floors. We were put up on the top floor, a renovated room in the roof that sleeps eight. None of the rooms have air conditioning and when it’s close to 40 degrees day and night, you do not want to be on the top floor. In the middle of summer, we found the heat became quite uncomfortable. With no breeze at all of which to speak of, it remained 38 degrees Celsius the entire night. The showers in that place were heaven.

We did not meet many people during our stay in Vienna (at least not very interesting ones); a few hostile Americans, a boring Canadian, an intense Irishman, and some fairly average pommy girls that didn’t shower.... There was a crazy Nigerian guy at reception that kept hitting on us as well. Most people traveled in groups, and the structure of the hostel is not very conducive to socializing and meeting new people. Vienna really is hella weird... we both felt very much under the microscope the entire time. We’ve talked about it a lot and we still have drawn no conclusions about the people of Vienna. We asked locals and the people at our hostel whether Vienna was a conservative city, and all answers were to the contrary so we have no idea what was going on there.

Vienna is beautiful but was one of the quieter cities of our travels... there is not a hell of a lot going on, and I am still confused about the culture... I think maybe we stayed in a dodgy area, the men were very aggressive, or dominant, and sleazy... there was a lot of testosterone flying around.

The architecture in Vienna is something else... we visited some cathedral to watch an opera film as part of a film festival that was on during our stay. Films were being shown all over the city. I assumed the film was in German... though that may not have been the case necessarily. The lights of the castle were lit up as we watched under the stars... the weather had cooled down (finally), and it was perfect... I am still kicking myself for forgetting my camera!

The hop on - hop off bus tour was great! I highly recommend it to anyone who wants to see as much of the city in the smallest amount of time. We pretty much saw everything, including the Hoppsburg Palace, and the massive Ferris wheel. The older parts of the city were still my favourite - St Stephens Cathedral is truly magnificent.

The older parts of the city tend to contain the types of people you would expect to come across in Vienna. The older Austrian people especially were very kind, and helpful and extremely generous. Many leant us their expert directions and telling us best ways to get around... I don't quite know what has happened to make the other areas so different - kids these days!!!


We found ourselves at the bottom of a bottle of Yeigermeister on our last night in Vienna. Bored of going to bed early due to lack of 'scene' in Vienna, Caz and Claire decided to get out of bed and blow their budgets at the downstairs bar.... Caz danced with two VERY hot Aussies, Claire got taught how to Salsa (including the sexy leg up over hip bit from dirty dancing, in fact the whole thing was a scene out of dirty dancing, except in the place of Patrick Swayze was the crazy Nigerian/Austrian guy from reception) and destroyed her ankle in the process. Getting out of bed and to the airport the next day was a struggle (to say the least). Vienna is hugely expensive but we really couldn’t seem to help ourselves... we were young and free and bored…



We came up with The Seven Dwarf names for the people who were staying in our room:

Illie: - A sick Canadian complaining of a migraine that did not leave the hostel the entire time we were there.
Smelly: - A strange Irishman that doesn't believe in flushing - at all! He kept leaving us little (or not so little) presents every day for other people to clean up and flush down. Urggh So many kinds of wrong!
Fitty: - This gorgeous Welshman that looked like Henri the French Footballer.
Aussie: (Claire and Caz )
Pommy: - one of the British girls,
Doc: - The other British girl who played doc and dopey in her high school play and insisted she be Doc.... fair call.

So yeah, don’t have much to say about Vienna. I wasn’t particularly impressed. You could do the whole city in a day. I wouldn’t recommend it to young people, though aspiring architects should definitely make a visit.

The former royal palace
the former royal palace

Former royal palace fountain
Former royal palace fountain


St Stephen's Cathedral
St Stephen's Cathedral
The View from our hostel
The View from our hostel

St Stephen's Cathedral
St Stephen's Cathedral


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Retail and the Christmas Spirit

December 17th 2006 10:33
Why is everyone so damn cynical! Even I, the most cynical of people, manage to get into the spirit of Christmas; the tack, the cheese and the TV movies – all of it. I love it. I work in an up-market retail store in Bondi Junction, and all of the staff working in the Westfield complex, (and the customers too it seems) loath the Christmas period. It seems to be the time of the year that attracts the most obnoxious type of customer:

Type #1: The Mobile Phone Prince/Princess

I don’t like to be sexist, and I try to avoid generalizations but it is in my experience that these types usually tend to be female. This type of person walks into the store on her mobile phone talking at the top of her voice, usually to a supposed friend about whatever melodrama is going on that hour. The first type, approach you while you’re still on the phone – it doesn’t matter if there were three people in front of them, they whisper and mouth words way too large even a deaf person wouldn’t be able to lip read and proceeds to point vaguely in the direction of what you want. The pseudo mobile phone princess ignores you until their public mobile phone conversation is finished and then demands to be served the instance they release their flip lock cover thingy.

Type #2: Spoiled wife of millionaire who has never worked a day in her life

This type does also tend to be female - this type of customer can be recognized by fake acrylic nails, sunglasses indoor, and shrill incredulous tone. These people do not speak – they also cannot do anything for themselves. The other day “one” tapped me on the shoulder, and without a word, made a rude beckoning gesture, and proceeded to point to things around the store that she wanted (I guess she had just had her nails done and so she couldn’t possibly pick anything up herself). This type of customer pays in cash usually, or their husbands’ black amex, but still quibbles over the price of everything. If I weren’t the professional, polite sales person that I am I would remind her that up market retail prices cannot be bartered down – we’re not at the markets. Nothing can ever be done quick enough, or well enough, and your performance is usually adjudicated by deep sighs, tutting and scowling.

Type #3: Delivery hounds

These instances usually involve the male gender, (however usually on behalf of the wife). Rich people who expect things delivered, won’t pay for delivery and expect us to work miracles getting their lounge suits, or dinner tables or crockery – whatever it is delivered before the suggested deadline. Aggressive, rich men who call up or arrive and harass the nearest employee, making threats refusing to pay, not realizing that whatever issue he has should be taken up with the delivery company as there is nothing at all that we can do about it, and it is not our problem to move heaven and earth because they think they are far more important than anyone else in the whole entire world and so things should be different for them.

Type #4: Extended family slash friend slash vague aquaintance of designer or wholesaler.
This type, will blag off some vague excuse about how they're freaking Laura Ashley's friends' dogs' cousins' hairdressers' fifth cousin once removed and how they are just so working part time for this designer and therefor tries to talk staff into giving them a discount because they're obviously associated with the business. Or if they're smart, pretends to be taking 'pieces' for a 'photo shoot' and tries to get staff to put it on the account because they are obviously a very important person, running errands for so and so who is simply to busy designing to call up and arrange a pick up themselves. All I have to say to you types is - give up, we're not buying it. Pay up you cheap skates!

ANYWAY...The other day we had carolers come past the shop. These two boys and two girls had arranged original Christmas carols into uptempo jazz melodies, and it really was very impressive and pleasant – great harmonies, fantastic spirit and generall just a cheery pick me up for a chaotic Saturday in the world of retail. They were chased away by nutty customers “move on, move on” gesturing like they were dogs – “go away, shoo!”. I cannot understand what it is about Christmas that everyone is getting so cynical about. It shouldn’t be about how much we spent on our friends, (I don’t even get presents), but even so, can shopping really make a person that miserable?

I have a theory that because it is a shopping complex, the employees are seen as the lowest of the low – shop kids, retail freaks, people obviously far below your average spender. Go to an area like Double Bay, or any other area with Boutique shopping and the way you are treated as an employee immediately changes. Shopping centers are busy and rowdy; everyone is scrambling for the best sales price, so somehow customers think it is acceptable to be bolshy and rude. In boutique shopping areas, everything is much quieter, the area is usually quieter as well, and much prettier, you’re outside, the sun is shining, you might even have a spot of lunch, everyone is very happy and polite. But I have to work in fucking Westfield - the seventh circle of retail hell!

My favourite type of customer (besides the polite and friendly 25 and ups) are the panic shoppers. Usually male, usually waay behind in the Christmas shopping especially for gifts for family, friends and lovers. The office secret santa was arranged weeks ago but for some reason this “type” leave the important stuff right up until the last minute. These guys (sorry but it’s true), enter the store with a credit card in hand. Anything I point to turns to gold.

Another favourite: Fuddy-duddy dads.

Flirtatious but harmless, these men love to be charmed. Will spend hours asking your opinion on pieces – “would you like this?” “Would you put it in your home?” “Would you wear this?” “It’s not too young?” “This piece is for a young lady, what do you think? I’m so out of touch these days”. Generally fidgety, a tendency towards over-sharing (think Kevin Spacey in American Beauty pre mid-life crisis epiphany). Essentially sweet, kind, nervous, and a bloody goldmine to flog your goods to. I’d almost feel guilty taking their money, but I’ve been in this business too long. And, they’re kind of asking for it.

I was brought up Jewish so I never got a Christmas growing up. My mum is Jewish and my Dad is lapsed Catholic so we never really celebrated anything. I didn’t get presents, I still don’t really (although late December is always a good time to ask for a treat). What I still love about Christmas day is the emphasis on togetherness. Every Christmas we go to our close family friends, we have a big traditional Christmas lunch/dinner, with all the trimmings, eat too much, drink too much, get too much sun, swim. The night usually finishes with some awful karaoke attempts at some ridiculous hour of the morning. We watch the cheesy Christmas movies on tv – I LOVE “Muppets Christmas Carol”, (Michael Caine rocks the big one!) and generally just have a good arse time. I wish I could spread some of this joy to the customers (and employees for that matter) that I serve daily. I wish I could sprinkle some fairy dust over them, just like in the movies, and the spirit of Christmas would be revived. If santa’s sleigh really did run on Christmas cheer – he wouldn’t be getting anywhere the state these people are in. I don’t think of myself as the most romantic idealist. I hate New Years, and birthdays, but I start getting excited walking down the aisles at Myer sometime in early October, and the Christmas decorations are making their way up the walls. Little voice activated santas wave at me as I look for one more Christmas bauble to add to my imaginary tree. Call me a sucker for the holidays, but if I could spread my spirit of Christmas around the place, this retail period wouldn’t be as stressful and annoying as it is. So next time you go out shopping for your various trinkets for friends and family, just stop and think for a second and try to do a mini-meditation, visualizing the spirit of Christmas in your icy cold hearts. And remember that we lowly retail employees are working hard to provide you a service, and remember what goes around comes around. Santa’s going to be making a list, checking it twice, going to find out who’s naughty or nice – and right now he wants to bitch slap some of you around a little. You don’t even get a lump of coal in your stocking. No! No coal for you! That is all.





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Berlin - Part 2: The Love Parade

December 16th 2006 09:46
The Love Parade

Well well well, the infamous Berlin Love Parade. The Love Parade came about after the fall of the Berlin Wall. It used to be a formal protest for the transforming spirit of the New Europe and the need for a new world order. Since a couple of years ago the government has declared the parade officially “not a protest”. Despite this, I was still doing my bit to advance the need for peace and international diplomacy, flashing peace signs around everywhere. The centre of the parade takes place around the Siegessaule or Victory Column which is located around the Brandenburg Gate (Brandenburger Tor), near the Tiergarten park. The locals complain that it is too touristy and it just isn’t “groovy” anymore.

the Siegessaule - pre parade
the Siegessaule - pre parade

the Siegessaule - Love Parade
the Siegessaule - During the Love Parade


To begin with –yes, the Love Parade is full of tourists, that is what is so great about it. It also has lots of locals, the young and old, from home and abroad, the hip, the square, the groovy, the scary – it is hard not to feel welcome. The love parade is an outdoor “rave” if you can call it that - a social hub for all the different cultures and sub cultures from all around the world, gathering together to get loaded up on pills and dance around for 9 hours (it ends up being around 14 hours if you include the dance party at the clubs afterwards). We had a great time, though I challenge anyone to try and survive the entire festival without some chemical substances. Expecting to survive the day without any chemical or alcoholic helpers and not crash, Claire and Caz decided it would be a good idea to load up on red bulls instead; - Not a good idea. Besides sore legs and the intense peeks and lows, the Love Parade was truly phenomenal. I have never experienced anything like it in my life. There are 60 different floats blaring trance and techno music, happy hardcore, metal, rock, death metal (you’d be hard pressed not to find something you liked) it felt as though we were riding on clouds… Tired and dehydrated Caz and I headed back to shower and change before going out to the clubs which open as soon as the parade ends. Everybody legs it from the parade and cram themselves into these overcrowded clubs and dance until dawn. In typical fashion, we never made it out (8 or 10 red bulls too many will do that to a gal!).

The many creatures that ventured to the parade
The many creatures that ventured to the parade - in this case, the Irish

A groovy fellow
A groovy fellow

See what I mean about social hub!
See what I mean about social hub! And that isn't a plastic mask, that thing is bolted to his head!
One of the many floats travelling up and town the parade
One of the many floats travelling up and town the parade
The Love Parade Banner
The Love Parade Banner
The Love Parade
The Love Parade
Caz and a sailor
Caz and a sailor: he's not really a sailor, just pretend silly! Tee hee!


[BAnother totally randomly meaningful travel moment:

I met an American artist on my first night, he drew me a picture on the back of a business card. We had a truly inspiring conversation in a dark corner of an East Berlin club; you should have heard this conversation, we/he said things so profound I wish I had a Dictaphone... He told me to keep it and in ten years time he is going to contact with me when it is time, and he will ask for the piece back. There is a number at the bottom of the card and every person that returns the card will be invited to his gallery exhibit of scrawled on business cards and everyone that he has been moved by, or had a meaningful experience with will all be in the same place at the one time - a reunion for strangers. (If you would like to see more of his work, go to www.dougolsen.com). I wish I had spent just one more day with this guy. I will always regret not getting on that train.

I put my foot on the wall! Well at least where the wall used to be. It is very strange seeing a 'pimped up city' of shining buildings; Gucci and Prada stores line the streets, covering the ground where so much history has occurred. Besides the tourist kitsch (“own a piece of the wall”) Berlin has gone to lengths to conceal its violent past... there is very little physical evidence that surrounds Berlin city now that would even suggest the extent of its complex past....

Our last night in Berlin got hella crazy! I have hazy drunken memories of a prolonged happy hour spent with our new Canadian friends and some STRANGE South Africans, one of which was a conservative Christian who said homosexuality is an abomination... Well I whipped out my West Wing reference from series one (see bottom of the page for full quote). I proceeded to ask him whether his god loves him, and whether he/she is forgiving and all knowing... and surely he/she made us all different for a reason... After a long and deeply meaningful conversation we jointly concurred that god (should he exist – for the purposes of that conversation he did) is love and that he should love all people. It was a surprising and stunning conclusion to our conversation and a moral victory for me. I spoke to a republican turn democrat about Michael Moore and Bush and life in New Orleans (his home town). I Irish danced on the tables... it was a crazy night. I will attach some photos as examples of just how crazy and stupid we tourists really are.

Fun at the A&O hostel Freidrichshain
Fun at the A&O hostel Freidrichshain

The canadians
The canadians
Me and Canadian Andrew - best example to how you can meet your closest friends travelling
Me and Canadian Andrew - best example to how you can meet your closest friends travelling
I don't know what is going on here. I think he just lifted me off the table post irish dance
I don't know what is going on here. I think he just lifted me off the table post irish dance


Oh and here is that quote (you go President Bartlet! I wish he was real *cry*)

“I wanted to ask you a couple of questions while I have you here. I'm interested in selling my youngest daughter into slavery as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. She's a Georgetown sophomore, speaks fluent Italian, always cleared the table when it was her turn. What would a good price for her be? While thinking about that, can I ask another? My Chief of Staff Leo McGarry insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself or is it okay to call the police? Here's one that's really important because we've got a lot of sports fans in this town: touching the skin of a dead pig makes one unclean. Leviticus 11:7. If they promise to wear gloves, can the Washington Redskins still play football? Can Notre Dame? Can West Point? Does the whole town really have to be together to stone my brother John for planting different crops side by side? Can I burn my mother in a small family gathering for wearing garments made from two different threads? Think about those questions, would you? One last thing: while you may be mistaking this for your monthly meeting of the Ignorant Tight-Ass Club, in this building, when the President stands, nobody sits.”

(I got the transcript of this speech from Nycole posting on <http://experts.about.com/q/West-Wing-2554/biblical-quotations-President.htm>.
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Berlin - Part 1

December 14th 2006 12:07
Berlin is a truly magnificent city. It has a little bit of everything, from the contemporary and beautiful, to the quirky and mundane. Your enjoyment of this city largely depends on where you stay. We stayed at the A&O hostel in Friedrichshain, which I highly recommend despite the squeaky aluminum beds. You won’t get much sleep here, but the entire hostel is structured so that you will not have problems meeting people and making friends. To get anywhere in this hostel, you have to pass through reception and the bar, so whatever plans you may have originally had, are usually out the window once you have left your room.

Down the road, literally right next to the hostel is the cheapest Italian restaurant that also serves the best Italian food in the entire world! You can get a whole meal for 1 Euro 50. (It also doesn’t hurt that the waiters are gorgeous).The owners loved us as well coz we ate their so often so we suspect some cheeky discounts were involved


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Comment by Claire C
on Berlin - Part 1

December 16th 2006 09:56
Perhaps if I knew who you were I might be able to rectify that problem. All you have to do is take yourself off anonymous (and/or register with orble.com and post a photograph - let us see your lovely face). I'm going to take a guess and say either Jono, Andrew or Caz. Am I warm?

Comment by Claire C
on No Ordinary Breath

December 15th 2006 05:50
So powerful, I especially liked the last verse.And cheers for being my first comment on orble lol!