Monday, 27 June 2011

The Hills Were Not Quite Alive With The Sound Of Music


As the taxi picked us up from the airport and drove us to the youth hostel, one of the first thoughts in my head regarding Salzburg was “If I had half the view Mozart did as a child, I might have been inspired to write masterpiece compositions as well!” While I have neither the talent nor patience, the scenery is really breathtaking. Salzburg may be a small city (easily done in a day) but one definite advantage to it is its location. Surrounded on all sides by miles of lush green fields, situated on a deep blue river with picturesque bridges spaced evenly, solemn snowy peaks rising in the distance. While the hills were not alive with the sound of music per say, they were certainly lush and green and alive.
            As I mentioned before, one of the big things that Salzburg seems to be capitalizing on is the fact that Mozart was born here. His birthplace is a museum and everywhere you turn there are stands selling assorted Mozart paraphernalia, including the small chocolates the city is known for, Mozartkugeln (for the record, they don’t taste very good). The museum was actually really interesting; it had several professional portraits of the family and the original piano that Mozart began composing on. It culminated with a room containing an assortment of Mozart’s belongings and original compositions, including a lock of his hair (yeah, I thought it was a little weird too). From Mozart’s house, it is a short trek to the riverside, where groups of teenagers, avid dog-walkers and retired couples gather on sunny days to meander along the footpath or lay in the grass soaking up some rays. For tourists like us, it was a great place to simply lay back and admire the view. Vast expanses of green on either side, the blue river snaking alongside it, and the traditional village houses rising directly in front and in back. In the distance, Salzburg Fortress stands strong against the blue sky, like a parent watching over a child. Linds and I spent the bulk of our first day wandering aimlessly through the streets of Salzburg, enjoying the traditional architecture and local pastries, before relaxing by the river for a few hours in the afternoon to decompress from the busy weeks of travel.
            To emphasize how small the city is, we saw the fortress, Mozart’s house, and the Catacombs (all the major sites) in one day and still had plenty of time to shop and sit by the river in the afternoon. The fortress is definitely worth the visit despite the mildly frightening tram- type transit up the mountain as it offers the best view of the city and a lot of insight into the city’s history. The Catacombs are dark and steep and there is very little information about the history offered, but it only costs one euro to visit them so we figured we might as well. There are a few nooks and crannies along the way where we could stop and take photos, and the structure itself was quite interesting because it was built directly into the side of the cliff on top of which the Fortress rests. We braved the tram ride up the mountain and we were rewarded with spectacular views of the city. The fortress is composed of several buildings and an outer-wall with a ledge from which the entire city and beyond can be seen. Despite the dizzying height, I managed to take some great panoramic photos and explored the main body of the fortress, from the old meeting hall to the “town square” where we stopped for a drink and reapplied our sun block. After such a productive day, we grabbed some McFlurrys for a little taste of home, shopped a bit on the main shopping street in Salzburg, and headed down to the river for some relaxation in the sun.

Friday, 24 June 2011

If I Were Rich, I Would Probably Buy A Hydro-Powered Jet Pack


Halfway through my month-long traveling extravaganza already! Nice is a beautiful coastal town in the South of France in an area known as the Cote D’Azure (Azure Coast) and I am definitely ready for a little beach time! Despite the breathtaking coastline and beautiful traditional European architecture, the most striking aspect of Nice for me was the active Flower Market. This is an open-air market of sorts that is open every day from 7 am until 1 pm and sells not only a wide array of stunning and exotic flowers, but also all kinds of fresh produce and homemade goods from the local area. I simply stood awestruck for a few minutes, snapping away on my camera, taking in the vibrancy and liveliness of the scene; locals haggling over prices, shopkeepers hawking their wares (in French and English for the sake of the wealthy tourists), and numerous self-proclaimed foodie types meticulously squeezing, smelling, weighing, and inspecting vegetables to ensure top quality.
Barring the effervescence of the people, the actual market itself was bursting with vivid colors from deep reds to bold purples as a result of the never-ending variety of flowers and fresh produce sheltered under bright red and yellow tents. I definitely have never experienced anything like this before, and I would definitely recommend it not only for food connoisseurs, but any amateur photographer looking to get some really great shots of people in a fun and dynamic environment.
After a whirlwind morning in the market, we ventured down to the beach armed with fresh bread, veggies and cheese for an impromptu picnic in the afternoon sun. The beach was mildly disappointing as it was comprised mostly of very large pebbles which were covered in a chalky substance that got all over one’s clothes, but the weather was beautiful and the food was amazing so I am hardly in a position to complain.  We spent the afternoon exploring an old ruined chateau and the surrounding estate on a cliff overlooking Nice and the coast. The view was gorgeous and there were a ton of walking paths and hiking trails weaving up the cliff. Then we went to see a stunning Russian church, hidden away amongst the traditional French buildings.






Since we were in the area, we decided to take a short bus ride over to Monte Carlo in Monaco! The city itself is really staggering. You drive through a short tunnel and, upon emerging, Monte Carlo rises up before you, built into the side of a cliff and extending out into the harbor. Stepping off at the harbor, you are nearly overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of wealth that sits before you, rocking gently in the breeze and carrying carefree hoi polloi’s sipping champagne and laughing heartily. The yachts came from all over the world, though a significant portion of them were from Georgetown on the Cayman Islands. The area itself is beautiful, deep blue water (it’s not called “The Azure Coast” for nothing!) and green cliff faces. Walking along the coast, the sun smiles down upon this little haven for the rich as Rolls Royces, Bentleys, and Lambourginis whizz by en masse and a woman jogs past us decked out in head to toe juicy couture. (I didn’t think anyone ACTUALLY JOGGED in their juicy couture jogging suits). We meander down to the beach, past a car exhibition filled with tanned businessmen in floral shirts and do what all of the underage common folk who visit Monte Carlo do, stretch out on the beach for a few hours of sunning and people-watching. After tanning properly for the first time in ages (belly exposed and no shoes to create odd tan lines!) we ventured up a rather tall hill to explore the Monte Carlo Casino. The building was beautiful and all of the windows tinted black or mirrored so that prying eyes couldn’t see inside. After a long day, we went on an unexpected adventure trying to find the 100 bus back to Nice and ended up basically walking the circumference of the city. However, often on adventures, you discover cool things and this was no exception. While retracing our steps along the coast, we saw someone traversing the harbor via hydro-powered jet-pack! Not satisfied with merely mystifying tourists and ostentatiously displaying his wealth, the man proceeded to get into a race with a speedboat and a jet ski, and won! Someday, I’ll be back here with my very own yacht parked out in the harbor!