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Day 16 - Dresden

Friday 10 June We caught a morning train from Bad Schandau to Dresden this morning, only a 45 minute trip. On the was we passed two of Bad Schandau’s attractions that we didn’t visit: Festung Königstein (Castle Konigstein), purportedly the biggest castle in Europe and the Bastei mountains and bridge, 194 m above the river Elbe. There’s so much to see and do that we have to be selective. By the way, Bad Schandau town and surrounds were used in the filming of Quentin Tarantino's “Inglourious Basterds” in 2008.

Dresden is pretty unimpressive until you get to the old city centre. The city was famously bombed in 1945 and a selection of historic buildings have been reconstructed from original remnants and similar materials. As Michael Palin said “they’re building a Disney World façade of old Dresden”. To some extent that’s true, the quite small central district is full of tourists marvelling at the architecture. However, Dresdeners are proud of their city and I think it’s important to maintain a link to the past, even it is a little manufactured.



On Phil & Lyn’s recommendation, we went to the top of the Frauenkirche (Lutheran Church of Our Lady). It was reconstructed in 1994-2005 with money from an international fund-raising campaign, and the original dark stone parts can be seen throughout the lighter new stone components. A notice at the entrance says that the building does not conform with current building regulations and has warnings for people with claustrophobia and vertigo. The interior is pretty spectacular, with ornate altar decorations and interesting circular seating. The view from the top was worth the climb, although a lift goes part of the way. We spent the rest of the afternoon exploring the old city, before returning to our quite nice BnB for a rest.







We are absolutely spoiled for coffee in Australia, especially in the CBD where city workers complain if the barista hasn't made the perfect cup of coffee. We haven't had a decent cup of coffee since Prague, and that was only OK.

Most places we've been to use automatic push-button machines for coffee, and you only get the coffee written on the button - no specials. The cappuccinos are weak and watery, and espressos are strong but bitter. The best compromise we've found is to order one of each, and pour the espresso into the cappuccino. Voila, one drinkable coffee to share.


We went to an exhibition On the Aesthetics of Racism at Staatliche Kunstsammlungen Dresden. The exhibition detailed the research by European researchers in the 19th and 20th centuries who tried to prove that biological differences defined cultural and intellectual characteristics.

A feature of the display was a sculpture of an ape abducting a woman by Emmanuel Fremiet which caused a scandal in the 19th century.

The exhibition presented the research material including hundreds of photographs, news clippings, casts and notebooks of the Dresden Ethnologist and Anthropologist Bernhard Struck. This type of data was used to justify the racism that arose, not only in Germany, but other countries at that time. As interesting as the exhibition was, it’s also interesting that the Germans are still trawling over the past in this way.





Anyone watch Game of Thrones?





We headed out a bit late for dinner, and thought we’d go to Neustadt (New City) across the river for dinner. We were surprised at how few restaurants were open, and finally found a café that served food and drinks. Apparently the European Cup starts tonight and everyone is home watching the game.

The menu was limited, but had a reasonable selection. Frances ordered Wurzfleisch vom Vuhn, the same dish I had in Bad Schandau of chicken and mushrooms topped with grilled cheese.

Her verdict was good, but not as good as the first version. I had quiche with salad – dressing on the side this time, actually bottles of oil and vinegar so I could make it myself. It was actually very good, a nice variety in the salad and the quiche, although small, was tasty with a range of vegetables including leek.

The accompanying glasses of Prosecco and rosé we ordered were just right. To finish, Frances ordered a hot chocolate and a slice of Dresden pie – a type of cheesecake with more cake than cheese. Both were good, and the hot chocolate came in a bowl!




It was a very pleasant evening so we walked the couple of kilometres back home.

Here are some night photos of the old part of Dresden with the new moon.

There was a pianist and trumpeter playing in the square near the Frauenkirche which was very nice.

There’s also a photo of a car we were going to ‘borrow’, a classic Corvette Stingray, but it was a bit late, so we gave it a miss.





Day 17 - Dresden & Berlin

Saturday 11 June: On our last day in Dresden we wanted to see the Yenidze is a former cigarette factory building.

It was built between 1907 and 1909 by the Yenidze Tobacco Company which imported tobacco from Ottoman Yenidze, Thrace (modern Genisea, Greece) and sold it under the brand name Salem. The "Oriental" style of architecture by Martin Hammitzsch drew from the design of mosques and functioned as advertising for the firm. It’s a unique and fantastic looking building and beautifully restored. Unfortunately it is sandwiched between a railway line and a tram line and hemmed in on other sides by other structures which made it almost impossible to photograph. And on an overcast morning the poor lighting didn’t help either.



On our way back to the BnB, we came across the start of a cabrio car rally that had some pretty expensive machinery involved. No-one spoke English so I couldn’t get any information on what it was all about.







We also came across an Antique and Treasure market that had all of the usual bric-a-brac, except this in had war paraphernalia from the other side. There were quite a few things that tempted us, and there was one stand that sold not only 78RPM records, but players as well. With a mighty effort we resited the temptation, only buying the obligatory jar of home-made jam.

We packed and arrived at the station about 30 minutes early for the train to Berlin, but were told that the later we bought a ticket, the more it cost. The first time we experienced this. We could by tickets for the next train at 80 Euros, wait 2 hours for the next one and pay only 48 Euros, or travel in the evening for even less! We gave in and caught the early train.


What’s under a manhole cover? Well a catch tray filled mainly with lots of cigarette butts.


The 2 hour train trip to Berlin passed quickly as we shared a compartment with a Chines couple from Beijing. They have been working as journalists for Chinese media in Berlin for the past year, so we had some interesting discussions about cross-cultural situations. The most interesting thing he said was that even if he spoke German (and he did very well) to the locals they almost always responded in English (which he also spoke quite well) as it was the language of international communication. Regarding food – the 20 workers at the office have a Chinese chef to prepare meals.

We arrived in Berlin Hauptbarnhof which is a five level railway station that is also an exchange point for trams, buses and suburban trains. Finding our way, even to the tourist information centre, was not easy. We bought a 4-day transport ticket which also gives a 25% to 50% reduction on most attractions, so although a little expensive is worthwhile (travel hint). We had to catch a train then a subway to our BnB which involved a fair bit of suitcase lugging up and down stairs – we’d been spoiled by the excellent systems in Seoul and Prague.

Our accommodation is a small first-floor self-contained apartment in south-east Berlin in Friedrichshain-Kreuzberg which is a pretty multicultural area. We felt right at home, next to a French restaurant and a Turkish café. It's the same place Phil & Lyn stayed when they were here. We were both a bit tired and took the afternoon off.


It looked like there were some restaurants and cafes across the canal, so in the evening (it’s still light at 10pm) we headed out. Talk about restaurants and cafes, they were virtually wall-to-wall, and almost none were traditional German restaurants – Turkish, Italian, Vietnamese, Indonesian, Japanese, Korean, Mexican, and more.

The choices were so great, it was difficult to make a decision, but we looked into a Mediterranean restaurant.In Australia it usually means Lebanese but this was run by Turks. It had a really simple and smart décor and the food looked quite good, if a little tired – as in sitting in warming trays too long.

They had a simple system of choosing form their selection, and then charging accordingly which worked fine for us. Also they had a lemon beer that seemed quite interesting. It was 40% beer and 60% ‘lemonade’, so about 2% alcohol and tasted fine.

Frances had a soup (tasty but too oily) and Moussaka accompanied by chickpea and rice which she really enjoyed. I had a selection of lamb wrapped in eggplant topped with tomato, a stuffed capsicum, and cabbage rolls accompanied by rice and roasted, sliced almonds – again delicious but a little oily. Overall though, it was exactly what we wanted and an enjoyable evening out.