So tonight I sit in what I can only assume is the place to be on a Friday night here in Schwandorf. It’s bumpin’. Full of people that are far too young to drink in American bars, people dressed like they think people in American bars would dress, and the most god-awful German techno music you can imagine. The sign outside says only “Cafe Bar.” So I can also assume that this is the only place to be on a Friday night in this little town.
I’m sitting with my back to the wall typing away on my laptop. I’m the only one here who doesn’t appear to be having a blast, except the dudes in the corner, both of whom have mohawks and are rocking their generic metal band t-shirts, gold chains and black leather jackets. For my third assumption I’ll wager that they wouldn’t appear to be having fun even if they were having the time of their lives; it’s kind of their thing.
This isn’t what I had in mind for my Friday night. I was hoping to be on an airplane home, or on the Autobahn heading towards more familiar places in Germany, and people with whom I’d rather spend my time. But, our little system didn’t play nice, so I’ll be spending this weekend and a couple days at the beginning of next week in my overgrown closet of a hotel room in this little Bavarian town.
Nights like tonight I’m not a huge fan of my job. So it seemed healthy to take the opportunity to remind myself of the benefits, even though they seem few and far between from where I’m sitting.
I got to see Prague this weekend. And I got to do it with people that mean an awful lot to me. That’s some shit that never would’ve happened if it weren’t for lasery-measurey-thingies, and faulty optical switches, and intermittent power supplies. So, here’s a little video I made of the day-trip to Prague that made up the one and only day off work I’ve had in the last two weeks.
You know the drill by now. 1 day off out of 13. In a part of the world I know nothing about, visiting a city I know nothing about, short of the fact that I should go there. So we went there. 3 hour drive. 6 hour walk. 3 hour drive. Trip over. Word.
Shots of Jim Beam and my tiny little bed are calling. Until next time.
On this past Saturday, Glendo and I found ourselves with an evening to ourselves with a rare day off to follow. We decided to take advantage of the few hours of tourist-time we were so graciously afforded by heading to Nuremberg to meet up with one of our German friends from travels past.
It was my second time visiting the city, but for whatever reason, it was prettier this time. Perhaps it was the fact that it was a warm spring night, or the fact that I wasn’t operating on five or six hours of Ambien-induced airplane sleep. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed it much more this time around. We only spent an hour or two strolling through the old castle walls of the city center, but, it was an awfully photogenic little place, and for a photo-nerd like myself, it was a fantastic place to exercise my shutter finger…
The train station.
Who's up for some Frogger?
One of the many turrets that dot the city.
You would think that by now I'd know better than to leave my tripod in the car. But, I don't. We're a little crooked because the camera was just sitting on the handrail of the bridge, but I still like it...
Without a tripod a dude's gotta improvise. Set the camera down in the middle of the street. Kinda like the results though....
In case you forgot where we were...
And finally, the window of some random store. I don't think this could be any more German if it tried.
Welp, that’s all for this little visit to Nuremberg. Pictures from a day-trip to Prague coming soon to a blog near you. Once again, it’s beer-time and bed-time…
Gute Nacht aus Schwarzenfeld
Each of the last two nights, I’ve done my best to grab some pictures of the fleeting sunset after work. I’ve dashed out of the car straight to the little path outside of the hotel that runs alongside the Naab River (which is my second favorite name for a river in Germany, not far behind the Erft River in Bergheim). Unfortunately, we work too damn hard, so it’s always pretty damn close to dark by the time I got the chance to take my little strolls, but it’s still an awfully pretty little area….
Looking back at our hotel...
Random garage sale in someone's back yard. That sewing machine must be one hell of an antique for the 95 Euro they're asking for it, not that I'm all that well-versed in old-ass sewing machines.
I'm guessing here, but 'hold your kid's hand so their punk ass doesn't fall in the river.'
Standing on the bridge over the river on the one and only road out of town.
One of the numerous times each day I wish I understood German. So don't know what this means.
This little crest is on the gate to our hotel. So don't know what this guy means either. Looks like French.
The sun left me hanging.
A little fountain across the street. It's not over till the fat lady does whatever this fat lady is doing. And she's doing it now, so this must be the end... Upon closer inspection, that might be a guy. Oh well.
Hope you enjoyed your river-side stroll… It’s time to drink some beers and get some sleep.
Until next time,