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Friday, August 26, 2011

Suomi Finland Tourkele part 5: For This May Be Our Last Quest


8/3 - København

Apparently, if you miss the train by seconds, your ticket's free. WTF? Ten minutes till the next one, so some catch-up.

So I got lost, but found my way again last night, got in to the hotel in good order, found out the SGD had actually beaten Leverkusen while I was in Finland, and didn't get stabbed watching Rovers lose to FC Kø. All in all, decent, and I still managed to wake up in time to get packed out and onto an early platform.




338. Homeless camp from the hotel.




339. Tribal advertising catches the light.

Drama with breakfast; a homeless guy in what looked like an epileptic fit, surrounded by station security, as I walked into the 7-11 to get my eats. Situation under control; still about 45 till I mount up for Hamburg.




340. Spire against the sky while waiting for the train.

I didn't notice at the time -- because shit gets habitually rounded off and many stores will refuse to give sub-kroner change on cash -- but I got a 50-øre piece in my breakfast change. Denmark complete. Fucking win.


Wacken

Hamburg negotiated with a minimum of drama, it was on and out to the north again. Due to the early start, I got in around 2pm, but A was, as usual, filling up to the edges again. Time for beer and promi!




341. FMB giveaways reach new heights of ridiculousness. I guarantee one of these is getting chucked at someone by the end of the weekend.

The weather, as the cops and the Ärzte fan I took the train up with noted, is far too good for Wacken. Enjoy it while it lasts, because it never does.




video4: 30 seconds of beergarden, day. The plan was to do another of these at night, but it didn't happen.

People are picking up the Nocuous stickers and, predictably, turning them around to try and decide which way is up. If your band's stickers have a high degree of vertical symmetry, contact information can help not only with promotion but with orientation.




342. Blechblos'n gets out the KISS costumes for an encore.

Fucking drunk, let's spread stickers and fuck listening to shit.

It's a little lonely that I'm the only one who sees a Blechblosn member going through the crowd and goes "Prost, geiler Set, alter!" C'mon, DIY, dudes! Metal doesn't work without DIY.




343. An arch made of beer cups. Yes, this is only Wednesday.


8/4 - Wacken





344. "Wacken weather".

It gets easier from here. When there are bands playing, I don't generally drink liter after liter of beer on a pace that my aging carcass can't really handle any more. Last night was tough, but with the rain, I'm getting back into festival mode at last.

"Can" and "should" are different things. Though my kutte is so patched and dust/sweat-clogged as to be nearly watertight, when the downpour hit at breakfast, I still went into the tent after a couple minutes, when it was clear it wasn't just going to pass. It's a long day yet.



345. If there isn't an odalrune and/or an inverted pentagram on the other side of this sign (background), I'm calling bullshit. Dechristianize!

There wasn't. Again, bullshit; compare the town that hosted this year's Party.San. Also, the pic includes about the shortest ATM lines of the festival. Beer prices went up again to 8.50 with deposit (11.50 without), so if you were changing up beer and not-beer and didn't get a break on your water ration, or were drinking cola like an idiot, you could very easily blow through a hundred euros a day just keeping buzzed and hydrated. As a consequence, the queues got gigantic.

I'm not sure that I've seen so many people wearing keffiyehs here before. No idea if this is a trend generally inspired by the Arab spring, a reaction against Islamophobia, or if there are just enough Middle Easterners in Europe now that people are wearing them because their friends've convinced them of the virtues of this kind of scarf in hot weather.

(Further research in Berlin and at Party.San, respectively "many keffiyehs" and "no keffiyehs" samples, indicates that this is probably a trend, and says something about Wacken becoming less cult.)




346. Art rather than advertising; a welcome break from the ads plastered all over practically everything else.

Edelweiss [4/7]
Pretty much a beergarden-grade band; decent AC/DC covers with original German lyrics. Decent, and fit to the beergarden stage, but there's a definite ceiling to this kind of music, and they're right about at it.

Edelweiss played a couple more sets over the course of the festival, but they're ignored; mostly the same quality, and I wasn't especially paying attention.




347. This guy's vest is covered in beer caps.




348. In case you needed any confirmation about how trend Ghost is. They're playing here on the tent stage, but I dunno if I'm seeing them or not. (The answer to that turned out to be 'no'.)




349. Mobile tent. Somebody in a wheelchair is having a hell of a lot of fun at this fest.

To get rained on while holding a Maßbier, while Mambo Kurt covers Europe's "The Final Countdown" on a Würlizer is the essence of Wacken.

Dudes stripping on tables as a brass band covers Gaga's "Poker Face" -- this also is Wacken.

Frei.Wild [5/7]
Decent post-hardcore in German; they've earned their rep here, but it's not enough to get much past the No.Care on my part.

Helloween [6/7]
The heat's boiled off the clouds, so I couldn't last more than a song or two without hydration. Despite the sound cutting completely out whenever they tried to hit into the chorus of "Are You Metal?" they recovered well with a killer rendition of "Eagle Fly Free" and saved the set.




350. Helloween get shit going before the power went out.

Blind Guardian [6/7]
A little cut down by the distance, but this was a classic Guardian set, maybe a little shorter than on their last US tour, but with much the same content.

I was hanging around with a bunch of dudes from Aarhus, but it was only Dennis that went forward for Ozzy. Being inclined to adventure, I had to follow.




351. Crowd panorama.




352. Ozzy's band set up in bad light.

Ozzy [7/7]
Another classic set -- and if not as much Sabbath, this wasn't a Black Sabbath show, and we got a bunch of Ozzy's solo stuff that I never thought I'd see live. The start was better than the end, but this was all kickass cool shit, delivered at a surprisingly high level. Nothing is guaranteed in life; if you missed this, you may have missed Ozzy for the last time.

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Euro Tour 2010 part 4: Wohin Soll Denn Die Reise Geh'n?

8/4

[Øresund]

183. Sjelland over breakfast. The Danish coast is in sight after passing through the open ocean -- across the eastern end of the Skagerrak and down the narrows and reefs of the Kattegatt -- overnight.

184. Sjelland through breakfast. Purely facetious.

185. Buoy in the channel, which has gotten narrow. Suspiciously narrow...

186. Ok, that's why. Always good to get back on familiar ground.

187. Kronborg from the sea.

188. Directly opposite the fortress.

Literally seconds after the above was taken, the power washer came past and in the process of cleaning the window made it useless for photography. The lesson: live in the moment and take your shots while you can, because they are there and gone between blinks.

189. Ferry, sailboat, and water distortion.

Coffee finished, I went up on deck to take more pictures and be more frustrated by bad batteries.

190. Ferries crossing off Helsingør.

191. There was apparently some weather overnight; things you miss when belowdecks with no windows.

Other than this, the weather has been pitch-perfect, which was a godsend given the extended periods of planned homelessness. Of course, this means it will rain throughout Wacken, and Party.San as well, but you take what you can get.

192. Helsingborg shoreline. This makes it pictures of four countries on this trip, despite never actually being in Sweden.

193. North to the narrows of the Sound.

194. Helsingborg industrial shoreline.

195. Postcard seascape. I can live inland just fine, but for most of my life it's been a fairly short hike to salt water and an open horizon, and it kind of shows.

196. Island in passing.

197. ...and the Swedish coast beyond.

I dunno...it's like these batteries are easily tired out or something. Need to upgrade to wicked-badass ones, and lots of them, to do the festivals.

198. Fishing boat going the other way.

199. Windmills on the shore behind.

200. And on the Danish side.

201. The trawler heads up towards Sweden.

202. Low-hulled build, probably an unloaded containership, coming in.

203. The power-launch lifeboats look like minisubs.

204. When the spray dries in the sun, it leaves a crust on any exposed surfaces.

205. Broadside view of the previous ship.

It's getting towards nine AM; I'm all packed, but it's still time to hit the exchange desk and make a final check. Just have to make sure I don't miss going under the Øresundbronn or anything.

206. Target: bridge. There's NFW we're making that, not in just another half hour, and it's out of the track besides.

207. Superstructure, flags flying.

208. Over into København.

209. Windfarm at sea to the south.

210. Into the harbor again.

211. Liferafts, not depthcharges. Each of these contains a Zodiac boat, but fortunately, they didn't have to deploy on this trip.

[København]

Even while pigpiling off the boat, I was missing the 9:50 train. Good thing there were also realistic options after getting down from Nordhavn.

212. ((not germane))

213. UNICEF/RCRC aid depot in Nordhavn.

214. Navigation aid; ok, this is where we are, let's go south.

215. Cool old car on a sidestreet, Nordhavn.

216. Out into the harbor from the S-tog platform.

217. Posthorn weathervane on top of the post office.

Everything is relative; under normal conditions, I'd be fuming about 53 DKK for a sandwich and some water...but I've just come from Norway, where the same meal would cost more, and the sub would be half the size.

I couldn't get a reserved seat on the ICE, so like last year it will be a mad scramble for an unbooked seat -- but at least on this go I've got the ticket in my pocket.

218. Tivoli orb over the train. On, afterwards, and in a free seat with a minimum of aggro.

Now resting at Rødby -- the ferry's late, but at least we didn't miss it like last year.

219. Back at sea; Denmark recedes behind the ferry.

220. Gulls flying alongside the ship.

221. Offshore windfarm.

222. Some kind of platform, for salvage? It's not really big enough to be a drilling rig.

223. The German side draws closer.

[Elmshorn]

It's like something out of Tales of the Black Freighter -- logical decisions, by random chance, lead to the worst of outcomes. I ended up alone on the train to Elmshorn, and am alone here on the platform, likely for another half hour. At least I'll get in and in all probability set up before dark, and it's a long festival yet and another one after to get stuff passed out.

224. View from the tent. Same place as ever.

[Wacken]

This tent's on its last legs. Thinking about tossing it after Party.San, especially if I have to put it away wet. I'll survive.

225. Making up a selection of merch items for today and tomorrow.

226. Herrlicher Himmel.

Shortly after this, I helped a crazy druggie Dutch dude kill down a bottle of Scotch, met his crew, got into an incoherent political argument, helped a Swedish teenager fix her bag, and passed out about half my CD allotment (from above) for the current two days. Looking good, but not as good is the report from Solvi that she'd gotten her wallet jacked from her tent. I aint got shit valuable that isn't strapped to my carcass at all times (well, except a computer that hates working and an out-of-region cellphone, both buried under laundry), but it's still a concern, even just as a marker of Wacken's metamorphosis into just another megafestival.

I also, and probably more importantly, have a belt buckle for the first time in four days. Fucking Hammer.

After the abovenoted, I got some dinner and a beer, and to talking with der Mattse (ok, Matt Wilkes, but German fluency gets you named whatever the locals want to do with your handle), a bunch of the DORF contingent, and some occasional passing Irish; good times, all around.

Friday, August 21, 2009

European Tour 2009 part 4: København

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Day 4
28 July 2009
København - Hovedstaden - Denmark

I ended up too bushed from hiking around to go find and then flyer the Metallica gig that went down last night, so I went back to the hotel and rested up. One more day left.

156. Carlsberg brewery; if it wasn't for those time constraints, I'd look into a tour.

157. The comfy accomodations of the metro.

158. Tivoli sign at the end of the park.

159. Central post office front end.

160. Central post office backend.

161. Ampelmann lives!

162. A van...down...by...the river! Actually, this isn't a river, but the west arm of the strait that contains the island of Christiana. But still.

163. Southward view, new buildings.

164. Looking north, classic architecture.

165. And across into Christiana, horribly backlit.

166. One of a row of similar sculptures, interesting because it happens to be juxtaposed with a construction dumpster.

167. Weird steelwork on a construction site. I have no idea what this is going to end up being.

168. Back along Hans-Christian Andersen Boulevard towards the central city.

169. Building with the street sign referenced above. Edited to show detail.

170. A nice postcard shot if you happen to be a weirdo.

171. Modernistic buildings north of the bridge.

172. Ohnoes, teh gais r stopping traffic! This street is scheduled to be temporarily closed for some World Outgames events.

173. Bridge out to a mysterious island....

174. ...and what induced me to explore.

175. An oddly-trimmed bole. Mysterious....

And just like that, I was in Christianshavn. Even shortcuts can be an adventure - actually, no, they usually are.

176. A normal block of flats painted yellow.

177. ....and right opposite, Exhibit A in rent inflation.

The plan was to go up this tower, but it didn't open till 11. That left half an hour. I get bored sitting in one place for too long, and I can cover a lot of ground in half an hour.

178. A history in plaster. Every major renovation, a new crest; pretty cool.

179. Canal view featuring some kayakers.

180. Old-style stone buildings down by the waterfront.

181. Memorial plaque to a polar explorer by the marina.

182. Boats built in the old lapped-plank style that goes back to the Vikings.

183. Another church in this part of Christianshavn.

184. One of the command centers of the WWII Danish Resistance.

THE ALP!

185. Room holding some artwork; the main part of the church is under renovation and not open to the public. The tower's still open, though, as it's an excellent source of renovation funds.

186. Carillion console behind a gate.

187. Roof beams in the last bit before the big climb starts in earnest.

188. More architecture from the same point, about 85 steps up of the estimated 400.

189. View from the observation deck part 1, city.

190. Part 2, south towards the Øresund.

191. "Put out my hand, and touched the face of God." Well no, not really, just the base supporting the globe at the top of the tower.

The tourist guides make this sound more impressive and demanding than it actually is. The 400-step count given at the bottom is pretty accurate, but if you make it up the narrow spiral staircase to the ladder to the observation deck around step 235, the outside piece - yes, the last 150 steps of this climb are outside, making this really, really, really bad for acrophobes - is pretty much cake.

Due to congestion, I couldn't get all the pics I wanted of the various stages of the climb, and especially the graffiti dating back most of a century. I was especially struck by the new custom of scribbling email addresses advertising for cross-cultural penpals; you'll have to see it on your own, and it's worth the trip.

192. Warning sign on the Door of No Return, shot on the way down. Speaking of the descent, anyone with any acrophobia at all will really not like it -- the standard advice is "don't look down", but here you have to look down, through the railings out into the city impossibly far below you, in order to keep your feet on the worn metal steps and avoid falling down.

193. A neat wall mural - and it's a frickin EISNER!

194. A closer view of the signature. I'm not making this up.

195. An old mile post.

196. Memorial to the citizens of Christianshavn killed fighting the Nazis. What's really interesting is that the last guy on this monument is dated +17.7.1945, which for the history-impaired is more than 2 months after V-E Day. What's his story? Did he die of wounds suffered in April? Was he assassinated by collaborators afraid he'd give evidence against them? Did he join up with the British and die fighting the Japanese? More questions than answers; much of the time, that's how history works.

197. Shorter sign: jumping off the bridge isn't just stupid, it's illegal, and if you survive, you'll be arrested.

198. An older-style building on the way towards Slotsholm.

199. Come fly the friendly skies - full of friendly anti-air munitions that just want to drop in and see wassup.

200. Everyone's favorite society-with-secrets has made it here as well.

201. Half-timbered house; it pays to go off the path.

202. Aaaaw maaaaan..... There were other tourists around that I didn't want to set a bad example for (or be ratted out by), but otherwise I would have gone right on in. This sign might as well say HAY ADVENTURERS COME IN HERE, which is a good indication that they aren't expecting any to drop by.

203. Internals of the palace, opposite the arms museum that I couldn't get into.

204. Front of the royal library and courtyard.

205. Kierkegaard statue. If you have your picture taken with it - and I saw several people doing so - you are officially overeducated.

206. Weird twisty dragon-parts spire on top of the old stock exchange.

207. The imposing front of the royal palace.

208. Equestrian statue of Christian IV in front of the palace.

209. Mural on the side of the palace, from the other side of the water.

About the time that the last pic was taken, a light rain started to fall; being hungry I hit a sidewalk restaurant and wrote this up while waiting for a Thai beef salad.

Lazy-Ass Canal Boat Tourism

210. Old church tower and Bishop Absalom, the city founder. I don't care what they put on the statue, clerics still can't use axes.

211. Warnings of an underwater statue. If it wasn't for all the canal boats, this would be neat to check out swimming or in a smaller craft.

212. Old stock exchange.

213. One of many bridges with low head clearance.

214. Golden spire again, from the water. You can see the tourist congestion near the top.

215. Customs House restaurant.

216. New opera house, gift of Maersk Lines.

217. Looking back into Nyhavn.

218. Cannon boat sheds. As a penalty for being on the wrong side in the Napoleonic Wars, the British impounded most of the Danish Navy's ships and sunk everything that they didn't want. The city still needed defending, though, so while new capital ships were being laid down, the Danes took cannons from the army and fitted them onto rowboats to patrol the approaches to the harbor. These sheds are where these singularly awesome innovations in naval warfare were based; those on the left are unrestored, waiting to be made into a museum.

219. The sky darkens....

220. Naval area; mostly museum ships now.

221. Old naval pumping station with the opera house in the background.

222. Frigate and PT boat.

223. Battery Sixtus and the official Danish flag, which all other Danish flags have to conform to.

224. Cannons on the Battery.

225. Sculptures by ex-Yugoslav artists in exile, left over from København's time as the EU cultural capital and since put out here in the harbor.

226. Out to sea.

227. The Little Mermaid, and a Chinese tour group.

228. Amalienborg, the current royal residence.

229. A better angle on the foregoing.

230. Stormclouds over the opera house.

231. Hippie camp near the Out Games main area.

232. Entry to the old palace.

233. Short bridge, part 1.

234. Short bridge, part 2.

235. Souvenir of that last bridge: concrete scrapes on the hat.

"O Krušovice, o Krušovice
You truly are the fucking shit
Not only found
In Elbe bars
But also Ko
penhagen far
O Krušovice, o Krušovice
You truly are the fucking shit"

(Sung to "O Tannenbaum", obviously)

Yes, I found some Krušo Ćerné in a liquor store by the Gammel Strand. Then I drank half of it sitting on a bench and went home to rest my feet for Wacken. Then I wrote up these notes and drank the rest.

236. ((not germane))

237. Municipal building towards the city center.

238. A cool looking dome east of the Tivoli garden.

239. Awesome graffiti on a building east of Tivoli.

240. I think Dong Energy (cue Beavis, heh heh heh heh) has this building opposite the post office now, but that's no clue as to who had this weird architecture done or why.

European Tour 2009 part 3: Øresund loop

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Day 3
27 July 2009
København - Hovedstaden - Denmark

100. Anchor near my hotel.

101. What the hell? I can believe a chintzy Irish bar - those are all over the place - but a chintzy Boston Irish bar? With Patriots logos all over the place? I though all Danes were supposed to be Falcons fans? Seriously, WTF is this shit?

102. Humlaebak, y'all. This didn't come out so well due to distance and the dirty train window, but below the main town name on the station sign is the unexplained legend "Louisiana". It makes sense if you know about the modern art museum with the same name, but otherwise, is a complete wtf.

Helsingør - Hovedstaden - Denmark

103. Japan Whisky. When Grant's is just too high-class.

This was just the tip of the iceberg; it seems like every third store in Helsingør is a liquor store specializing in distilled spirits. Some of this is the tourist trade, but some of it - probably most of it - is Swedish tax dodgers. I feel like I'm in Nashua, about to cross back home.

104. City hall.

105. An old side street, with a ton of overgrowing greenery.

106. Half-timbered building.

107. More of the same on an adjoining street. The places I've been in Germany have this history of having been largely burned down in the years 1943-1945, so this kind of medieval construction is missing.

108. Old brick building housing a bar and strip club.

109. Medieval alley.

After this series I got a shirt that did, in fact turn out to be worth the $78 that I dropped on it, serving well throughout the non-metalling parts of this trip, and hunted up some refreshments before hitting the ferry.

Helsingør - Helsingborg passage, Øresund

110. Farewell, Norf-- ...er, Denmark!

111. Kronborg from the sea.

112. The Aurora crossing the other way, with a container ship in the background.

113. Moderate seas even with the crossing wakes all over the place.

Apologies for the hydrography, but I may need this later.

114. Drawing closer to Sweden.

115. It was probably fate that brought me across on the Tycho Brahe.

116. Looping wakes. The ferries do an oblate course through the minimal-distance track so that boats in different directions don't hit each other.

117. Coming in to Helsingborg.

118. Seawall encircling the harborage.

119. Up into town from the dock.

120. Hard strand north of the seawall. It would be very easy to launch from here and cross over to land north of Kronborg while staying out of the ferry track.

Helsingborg - Skåne - Sweden

121. North toward the city hall.

122. Either a castle of the Radisson entrance - maybe both. Wiki says this entrance leads to Kärnan, which in that case I'm sorry I missed.

123. Opposite the above, looking back into the harbor. Shades of Wenceslas in Prague.

124. Old brick-and-timber house.

125. Another one down a sidestreet.

126. A fountain dedicated to Tycho Brahe. (The real one.)

127. Inspired graffiti or Potemkin surveillance?

128. A shot into the Olympia Stadium - go Milk Cows!

129. Neat private houses across from the stadium take 1.

130. Take 2.

131. Take 3.

132. FITBA IS SRS BSNS. Near this was a pole with a sticker on it agitating for a supporters' rights group; "no football without fans", etc, promoting among other things (probably lower ticket prices and the like) that aren't cognates in Svensk, the legalization of fireworks. Maybe it's just me, but while flares in the terraces look cool on TV, it's not nearly as cool to go to a game and get set on fire by some drunken dip with a Roman candle.

133. RKP (Communist) poster advertising an anti-EU demo.

There was a LOT of AFA and communist stickering and postering all over the non-tourist parts of Helsingborg. I'm not sure how "left" this town is relative to the rest of Sweden for the second, but as for the first, you don't generally get anti-Nazi propaganda in places where there are no Nazis. No rightist flyers around, but plenty of antibodies in the bloodstream, as it were.

134. Despite the above, a prominent eagle....installed in 1907, so it's just here to mess with you.

135. The Gustavus Adolfus church behind a neat fountain. There are now a fair number of immigrants in this area, and in the plaza around the church you can see an open-air produce market. Old and new, and coronaries for Lou Dobbs fans.

136. Up a street to a neat building.

Shortly after this, I finally changed some of my spare kroner (DK) into krona (SE) and got set up to move on to Malmö. Just short of 2 1/2 hours in Helsingborg, all of it on my feet, nearly all of it effectively broke, as I didn't change getting off the boat in the hope of getting to an ATM. Of the two that I found, one was broken and the other wouldn't take my card. Oh well. Additionally, in the process of looking for the stadium, I missed my targets by half a mile (north of the stadium and south of the train station) both times. More exercise, and more stuff seen, but all in all a little less than necessary.

Final note: there is a large cemetery next to the Helsingborg hospital. There is a lot of parking lot in between the building and the cemetery wall, but that still can't be encouraging to any patients who happen to look out the window.

En route to Malmö, the last corner of the square that I intend to go around today. I don't have a ton of time in Scandinavia, but this is important, as Malmö keeps getting painted as a ground zero in the supposed "clash of civilizations".

Wikitravel refers to Malmö diplomatically as the "Chicago of Sweden". Other, less polite sources cut the bullshit and just say Malmöstan. The implication is the same (Chicago as a tough town has always been about the Other, first Italian, then black, as a violent criminal): immigrants have taken over Malmö and made it into a slum. I'm going to see exactly where the fact stops and the hysteria starts on this axis. Some of it may be real; you stick a lot of poor, marginalized people with few opportunities together, and you're going to get crime. Most of it probably isn't; just xenophobia and volkserhetzung. Some of it is also probably self-inflicted: Malmö is a pretty large city, and people coming in to that city from less-populated areas may not be aware of the basics - not to talk shit on people because they're different anywhere they might be listening. It's pretty basic, but it's not inborn by any means.

One way or another, Malmö is a ground zero. While it probably isn't Swat, the fact that it's acquired this kind of reputation indicates that Sweden is lagging at integrating its immigrant population.

You cannot have a permanent ethnic underclass forever. Revolution lies that way. The only alternatives for Europe at present are to enhance the opportunities for their new populations and integrate them into the mainstream, accepting that the mainstream is going to change to accomodate them, or send them all the hell home. The second is impossible and really would entail total social collapse at this point; that leaves integration, and while Helsingborg was a lot more diverse than its Danish counterpart and more integrated, at least, than what I'd seen of København, we'll see how things are down the city by the bridge.

A related note: while I was setting up to head out of my hotel this morning, some little German kids were messing around with the foosball table in the lobby, which had white plastic pegs for one team and black plastic pegs for the other. One of them said to the other, "hier spielen die Deutschen gegen die Afrikaner", and it struck me that this may be a problem. Not that kids identify white pegs with white people and black pegs with black people - human-shaped pegs in multi-racial societies, that's going to happen. But the way that the definitions are cut: not "weissen gegen schwarzen", but "Deutschen gegen Afrikaner". To be German, one must be white, and anyone black is an African, regardless of where they've grown up, what their cultural influences are, and what their primary language is. Maybe I'm reading too much into this, but you would not, I think, hear American kids setting up the sides the same way.

I was at least right on the booze front: no alcoholic products in the Swedish convenience stores in the train station, while the Danish side has a typical selection for, say, Germany - one that I'm a hell of a lot more comfortable with, personally.

Malmö - Skåne - Sweden

137. On the roof of a warehouse by the station. FUBIK DILDO? What does it even mean? Does it even matter?

138. View from the landward side of the train station, part 1.

139. Part 2.

140. A suspicious banner that smart folks have righteously scribbled on. (Enhanced to show commentary.)

141. View over one of the inlets.

142. This way to København....

143. An odd little statue in a park along the inlets.

144. Donerturm. Ok, it's really called the Turning Torso, but it looks a lot like the donerspiess highrise depicted in Erkan & Stefan's Krass Buch, making its presence in a city allegedly overrun with immigrants pure lulz.

145. Back street in Malmö.

146. Square in Malmö. I think this is the Little Square, ringed by cafes and resturants.

147. Old apothecary building in the main (Big) square.

148. City hall? on the main square.

149. Equestrian statue, same square.

So, Malmöstan? Malmöbad? Hell no. While I didn't get down to the immigrant district, the other sections of the city are far from overrun with "swarthy thugs" or whatnot. No different from any other city; if you don't go looking for "the hood", "the hood" doesn't generally come looking for you. That said, this in itself is evidence of a problem. There was more ethnic diversity visible on the streets and more hijabs per capita in Helsingborg, and given the demographics involved, this is definite evidence of ghettoization, more than expected given my initial touch in Sweden.

For the short term, Malmö is not being taken over by foreigners. If that were the case, there'd be no way that the only kebab stand in the tourist district could get away with frozen pre-chipped kebab. You can get better in the frickin train station in København. But as long as those foreigners are socially walled in, the social problems in their areas will remain.
Someday, I hope to get back here, see more of the city, and get a proper kebab - and see not only Henke and Ali but also Fatima and Astrid playing fitba in these squares, Sweden moving into the future, even if it's different from the past.

150. Ok, so there's one crazy Arab street barker in Malmö. This guy was busking shirts, allegedly to get back to København. C'est vrai? Dinnae matter. Beware of unreal things.

151. Minimum qualification met. Apparently O'Leary's (see top) is a multinational chain; these taps are in the Malmö franchise. I did not get a Sam Adams, but did slug back a Carlsberg while watching the current U19 Euro championship and gawping at the massive amounts of Ray Bourque/Bruins/Pats/Celtics/Sox memorabilia. There was a bunch of Swedish fitba and hockey stuff as well, but if you looked at the back wall instead of the front, you'd think you were on Causeway Street.

Malmö-København passage, Øresund

152. Wind farm at sea. You say "eyesore", I say "sustainable future". Every coastal town should have a bank of these out to sea, and tidal generators around the bases.

153. Illustrating the difficulty of getting a good picture. There were a couple others like this, but this one was the one with the most actual content as opposed to just blurs from the ironwork holding up the car bridge above the train.

154. Container ship southbound.

155. A more normal sea shot, after getting back on land.

European Tour 2009 part 2: Helsingør/Kronborg

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Day 2
26 July 2009
København - Hovedstaden - Denmark

Plan for today is simple: go north to Helsingør and bang around, investigate the crossing, maybe go over to Sweden, and see about getting another shirt or getting some distro done.

007. Typical Danish street view, including a statue I didn't shoot because there were too many locals around. Note the wide bike lane.

Because I didn't lug my to-this-point-accumulated change out, I couldn't get on the metro till I found a kiosk or something to break a bill at, and by the time I did, I was in "fuck it, I'll just walk to the Hbf" mode. So I did, and took some more pictures en route.

008. Some things are universal. Note that cinema=biografene. So maybe that A&E channel isn't so badly misnamed (provided they carry it here, that is).

009. This is also the name of the street that this old brick apartment house is on.

010. What are these bikes anchored to? Well, air, mostly -- air and communal trust. Either bike theft is uncommon or surplus used bikes are extremely so, so that nobody worries about theirs getting pinched too much. Later trips down this street found that maybe one bike in 10 was actually locked to something.

011. One of the ornaments in the Tivoli garden poking up over a building between me and the city center.

Tip: as alluded to above, if you don't like lines and come, like me, from a country with antiquated credit card security, break your Danish bills into coins as soon and as much as possible, or you will find yourself walking a lot. The ticket machines won't take even a 50-kroner bill, which is absurdly inconvenient. I didn't mind much, because I'm used to city hiking, and this turned out as a great way to toughen up for Wacken and Party.San, but those whose vacation plans don't include hauling a 40-pound pack over the countryside may want to avoid it.

Also tip: if you're going anywhere north of København on the Zealand coast, say you're going to Helsingborg. I saved about 25k by letting the teller win that argument, which is the cost of a beer (at retail, not the bar) and a rant about overspecificity in subsidy. Böshet.

Helsingør - Hovedstaden - Denmark

012. Side of the train station, Helsingør.

013. Plaza between the trains and the sea.

014. Oh, those Danes and their porno! These statues are, of course, completely innocent, but the abovementioned gas station also had a HUGE rack (floor to about 2m up, meter wide) of ridiculous hardcore porn DVDs browsable by anyone and averaging about $15 per. They are really serious about this "no undue regulation of pornography" business.

015. WWII monument, Helsingør.

016. Across to Sweden.

017. Same shot, full push. This isn't just possible, it's practical. The sea is pretty calm, even with heavy ferry traffic east-west and moderate container traffic north-south. Now to find some kayaks -- no run across on this trip (despite the number of later shots devoted to hydrography), but if someone will come along next time....

Kronborg, Helsingør

The former seat of the Danish royal family for several centuries and for much longer their official Jacking Fools Who Don't Pay Sound Dues Place, this castle/fortress complex is now a huge multipurpose museum and was also the setting of Shakespeare's Hamlet as well as Holger Danske's version of Arthur's Seat.

018. Entrance; the moat security has seen better days.

019. Sloping fortifications.

020. A minor point of disagreement. Ok, how old is this gate really?

021. Wide shot from the same place.

022. Up to the castle. Shot while trying to stay out of frame from a Japanese couple taking pictures of each other with various parts of the castle as backgrounds on an iPhone.

023. A small door and ventilation shafts, probably going to the outer works.

024. Latin inscription. I don't read Latin, but I know people who can; a lingua franca in its day much like the hanzi shot in Korea.

025. Inner courtyard.

Casemates, Kronborg

These are the actual underground fortifications below the castle, somewhat renovated, and somewhat just left. This is a must-crawl for anyone whose adolescence prominently featured the words "dungeons" or "Moria".

026. Entrance. Even medieval Danes were pretty big; I didn't have to duck much through the areas that saw high traffic, and I require a little under 2m in headroom.

027. Ventilation shaft up to the surface.

028. Sample corridor.

029. Same shot, natural lighting. In the next level down, there was even less light, which explains the vending machine full of flashlights by the main entrance to the area. Of course, I went without for a more natural experience....even though a real defender would have been not an idiot and packed a candle or an oil lamp or something.

030. Holger Danske in natural light.

031. Holger again with flash. This sculpture is obviously 20th century, but the legends go back to the pre-viking days.

032. Looking back to the outer courtyard, through windows that can be seen above in shot 021.

033. Pitchblack kvlt dungeon.

034. Musketeer mannequin by a rifle port. In the dark, unawares, you don't know if it's a mannequin or maybe a historical interpreter until the flash goes off. Very cool.

035. Grain storage bins. Somehow 034 and 035 disappeared in the original hand-written notes (not on a page-break or anything, mind you, making it extra weird) and this was numbered as 036, with the preceding being 033 because I forgot about 005 when I was writing notes. No matter, we're refuckingnumbering.

036. Graffiti in soot from when the electric lamp below was oil. The soot is that old, the graffiti, probably not, though there are dates in the 1700s in some of the masonry elsewhere, probably from the Swedish occupation, because Danes wouldn't scratch their tags in their king's house.

037. Over the centuries, people prefer to step in the middle, not on the cracks. See the Great Wall.

038. A later memorial to Billy Shakes -- HAMLET SET HERE.

039. A big lock on the bulkhead next to where I originally wrote this section up.

Castle chapel, Kronborg, or, Adventures In Natural Lighting

From my experiences with the Frauenkirche in Dresden, I prefer to shoot Baroque and later churches on natural, because the designers planned for them to be lit from the outside, which was not the case in the Renaissance and earlier. This place, no exception, despite the smaller windows.

040. Inscription in German blackletter. Nearly everything in this chapel was auf Deutsch -- Latin for Lutherans? In fairness, the Danish royal family at the time had significant ties to the German state of Magdeburg, so this is probably also a decent explanation.

041. Hymn board. The chapel is still in use once a month for regular services and occasionally for weddings and the like.

042. Royal ikon.

043. Baroque-styled organ. They may be Protestants, but they're not Calvinists.

044. Decorative arch over the royal pew on the second story.

045. Pulpit. With flash.

046. Altar tryptich, shot on natural. Seconds after this took, someone shot flash behind me. Noobs.

047. Badly out-of-focus donation jar. As a lapsed Catholic (and thus in no way either active or Lutheran), I had no motivation to donate, but it's also kind of weird to take a picture of; hence no flash and bad shake because it's poorly lit, because nobody figured it would be photo-worthy. I don't know if it was just the weird shape that made it pic-worthy, or the incongruity of having a small, beat-up donation jar in the royal chapel of a country with a state church. I mean, whut?

048. Water pump in the courtyard.

Royal Apartments, Kronborg

Anywhere else, this is a mid-brow condo development with kitschy painted half-timber fronts and an overly annoying association that still can't keep the tennis court swept; here, it's the other main part of the castle museum.

049. Flag and battery, out towards the Sound.

050. Where those ventilation shafts (see shot 026 above) come up.

051. An attempt to get some kayakers messing about in the water north of the castle.

052. Scaffolding, and the reason for it. I don't know if this is bad modern air or crappy original stone.

053. Model of the original courtyard fountain, since jacked by some Swedes. There is some debate about the accuracy of the details, since the Swedes made it into belt buckles and stuff after they got tired of having five tons of Danish bronze statuary sitting around in their yard not being a functional fountain, but this badly blurred shot probably works well as a close approximation due to not preserving much of the original detail.

054. Explanation of the Cyrus series featured in the tapestry exhibit (some samples may appear in later shots). Read it all, then go wat.

055. Painted ceiling panel in the royal chambers.

056. Wide shot of a doorway, same room.

057. Original table. Note the NO TOUCH sign.

058. Original from China or imitation from Meissen? Despite having been to both areas, I'm not a pottery appraiser and can't tell.

059. Tapestry; note the very humanoid face on the lion in the lower left.

060. Dresser with an inscription indicating year of manufacture.

061. Original silver mirror, not silvered glass. Shot side-on to minimize backflash; there was a fair bit of tarnish on the surface, but it was still mostly functional.

062. Tagging has a long history. Here we have the monogram of Christian IV, alias C4. Bombärstil!

063. A note to set up the next picture.

064. Picture this with alternating blue and yellow boards as described above. There's a word for that, and it's HYPE. This was the corridor leading from the royal chambers (previous pics) to the grand ballroom (coming up).

065. The ballroom, now hosting the modern part of the tapestry exhibition.

066. Not a cheap takeoff on the HSV flag.

067. Proper artist credit, still disputing the source.

068. Most of a piece called, in English, "Nothing".

069. "Fireworks at San Antonio Castellano", not by Frazetta.

070. Dudes' junk: NSFDRF. (Not Safe For Danish Royal Family).

071. An old globe showing the poorly-explored northern Pacific.

072. An old stove of monstrously inefficient design, showing why Ben Franklin originally got his genius cred.

073. Furnished royal apartments.

074. Some amazing inlay work.

075. Another royal room.

Maritime Museum and telegraph tower

In this last section of the castle museum, you get some nice Danish maritime history, a bit of Greenland, your obligatory indoor mountain climbing, and then more goddamned model ships than any one reasonable person might ever want to come in contact with.

076. What the hell is it with me and going to museums where people save old crappy bread? (Last old crappy bread museum here.)

077. Renaissance-era scribbling in brick.

078. Someone else's photo of the Emma Maersk, currently the world's largest container ship, under construction.

079. The Emma Maersk in about 1:300 scale or so. At nearly 400 meters in beam, you could technically play out a group stage on top of the containers simultaneously....as long as you're prepared to lose a lot of balls overboard.

080. Native Greenlandic art. Now Lovecraft picking Greenland as a site of the survival of the Cthulhu cult makes a lot of sense.

081. Rifle modified to fire salvage rockets.

082. Mini-bombard set up likewise. If the other option is breaking up, you'll take a few small holes in your ship to put lines in.

083. A not-open door, on the way up the tower.

084. It's not Europe if you don't do some indoor mountainclimbing. Looking back down the steps from the top.

085. Harbor view from the roof.

086. Looking back into town.

087. The copper-clad roof, and some weird pointy parts.

088. Marina to the north. Any serious crossing will probably have one of its legs start here, in some heavier surf.

089. That way to Norway. Maybe another time....

090. Trumpeters' Tower (not open) from the roof of the telegraph tower.

091. Incomplete graffiti. Write faster noob!

092. Door to the royal pew (after coming back down and going past a horde of model ships). I resisted the urge to intrude.

093. Original floor pattern. When the old medieval castle was converted into a Renaissance palace, the floors were all done up like this.

094. You're out of ticket parts! Go eat lunch or something! This museum took a little more than five hours to go through completely; getting lost in the casemates or having any kind of interest in model ships would significantly increase this figure.

095. Postcard shot of the castle, leaving.

096. It didn't come out, but this is probably the most-photographed-by-native-English-speakers sign in Helsingør. It says Hamlet, and is thus guaranteed to make native Anglophones over the age of about 16 take a picture, though why and to what use is anyone's guess.

097. You can almost reach out and touch it.... (with typical navigation hazard)

098. Low high-water line and soft breakers indicate an excellent launch point and usually calm seas.

At this point, I wanted to take a shot of the castle from this beach, but the camera batteries ran out, and I stupidly did not bring my spares. Time to go try to buy some more; Sweden can wait till tomorrow.

Luckily for the guy, I was out of battery when I saw my youngest brother's double waiting for the train back to København. Unluckily for me, I was also out of battery while walking around in "real Helsingør". local shops! cool houses! Priestergaerde! strip club! And no batteries for sale in the one open kiosk. Sundays. Well, there's always tomorrow, and expensive reloads at the 7-11/ticket office at the station. Yes, instead of having a permanent ticket office for the train, they added tickets to the stock of the 7-11 in the station building. Got to go there.

099. In addition to being a nice beer, they also have a solid revenue stream locked in if Nintendo ever makes a brewing game.

There are a lot of 'out' metalheads here; not even in transit to/from fests, just going about their daily business in HammerFall, Megadeth, and Cattle Decapitation shirts. And Nordhavn (never hit from the ground on this trip, unfortunately, just the train) looks like a cool place to work....and there's a lot of stuff floating around to the effect that Denmark doesn't have enough workers for their economy.....

European Tour 2009 part 1: intro, setup, landing

What follows is a transcription of my notes from my vacation of 2009 to central Europe. There has been some cleanup and editing, but the original structure and nearly all of the original content is there, hence the "you are there" style. This particular trip covers from 24 July to 10 August 2009, a total of 18 days. As expected from nearly 3 weeks on the road in foreign countries, there are a lot of pictures, well over seven hundred, and a lot of scribbling in between.

In the course of this trip, I ran through about four full charges of camera batteries, three pens, and something like 200 notebook pages, which required the purchase of a backup notebook. Shaking this all out into digital form also took a while, but hopefully will be rewarding.

A note on pictures: I am not a professional photographer and for this trip was using a four-year-old camera with accordingly limited capacities, and a lot of the shots from festivals were done at night, unbraced, and tend to look like crap. Don't use this as an authoritative source for band pictures, or complain that there's too much frame shake in the low-light shots. Most everything came out, but there's still a few that didn't, most of which are still included here for historical reasons.


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Day 0
24 July 2009
Boston - MA - USA

For the next 17 days, I'm going to disappear. Off the map, off the radar, into a shadow life as part tourist, part missionary, part bum in a north-south corridor from the Øresund to the Thuringian hinterland. I have only the barest semblance of a plan or an itinerary, but I do have a definite mission to fulfill in several parts.

1) To explore and note points of interest in the Copenhagen-Malmö-Øresund area.
2) To investigate the feasibility of a paddlecraft crossing of the Øresund at Helsingør-Helsingborg.
3) To celebrate the 20. Jubiläum of the W:O:A and see as many bands as possible.
4) To explore Party.San and see as many bands as possible.
5) To evangelize the New England metal scene to the greatest extent practical at the foregoing festivals.
6) To investigate points and events of interest in Berlin, Hamburg, Dresden, and the German transit system.
7) To record physical, intellectual, and cultural observations in the course of the above objectives in words and pictures, and to publish them for the edification of those who couldn't come along, or who not being me do not have the same experiences of the same places and events. There are going to be 70,000 stories of Wacken this year, and about 10,000 of Party.San. This one is mine.

000. Imports not declared. This is nearly everything; CDs and stickets from Parasitic Extirpation, promo cards from Composted, pins and stickers from Dysentery, pins and sticks from Autumn Above, and some additional stickers for Parasitic Extirpation and Goreality. How these were disposed -- and nearly all of them for distributed -- will be covered on later days.

001. The journey begins... It's just the train station in my hometown, but every travelogue has to start somewhere, and this is where I stepped off the map from. Additionally, Aaron had been pressuring me to make a better record of these endeavors, suitable for RTTP linkage, and I'd also been unduly influenced by Forbidden Railway, which is of course the king of the DIY travelogues. Seriously, go read it. Helmut's pics of the transition from the orderly Vienna suburbs to the USSR-echoes of European Russia and then the wilds of Siberia and finally he austerity and barrenness of North Korea are effective because he starts the station shots in somwhere relatively normal for his audience; the reader starts in the ordinary with him, and then goes off with him over the edge of the world.

This, of course, is going to be nothing so adventurous or awesome, but just as every adventure is fundamentally "there and back again", every time you step out your front door can be an adventure if approached correctly, and this trip, changing continents to see some rather epic lineups, is admittedly a little more epic than many.


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Day 1
25 July 2009
Keflavik - Reykjanes - Iceland

If you're for some reason keeping a "bucket list" or something, on it needs to go "fly in to Iceland at dawn". As that rose-and-purple glow starts to light up the terrain below you, you look down and see spots and stands that remain black poking up through the white, alien and inscrutable. You ask yourself, are those volcanic rocks poking up out of the sea, crags in a glacier field? But the white is too unevenly leveled for the first, too uniformly contiguous for the second, and presently it becomes clear that you are still too high for either, and what you are seeing are the tips of mountain, pushing up through the blanketing clouds.

Later, if you're coming in to Keflavik (and being Iceland, country of few people and fewer international-capable airports, you probably are), you land on an airstrip carved out of a lavafield, with most of the original terrain intact. Unfortunately, because the plane got a wicked late start from Boston, all this purple prose boils down to exactly zero pictures, due to spending less than 10 minutes in Iceland and not in a flying tin can, and much of that either waiting in security lines or quick-marching in stocking feet, and occasionally both. I'm going to have to come back here some time and put boots on the ground; zero time past passcheck with shoes on due to zero time to make the next connection. Amazingly, my pack made it through as well.

002. The only souvenir of Iceland. As a language geek, I had to get a picture of something with a thorn (funny crossed D or Đ) in it. Additionally, if I ever finish that late-Ildjarn-ripoff record with Coelem, I'm using the latter sentence in this pictue as the title. There will be massive lulz when the meaning is discovered, so no translation now.

København - Hovedstaden - Denmark

003. Street near the hotel.

004. Ok, no more bitching about gas prices ever. Yes, these are to two decimal places in kroner/liter, but still: about 4 L/gal, 40 kroner ~= $10. Eight to ten bucks a gallon when we're barely short of three in the states, and a 180% sales tax on cars? It helps to explain the comfy metro (pictured a few days on) and the racks and racks of cycles, but people still drive here regardless.

This hotel is in a pretty good place; a decent neighborhood with easy metro access and good local services even apart from the hotel. This means said gas station, with a wide variety of local foods and beers in addition to relatively liberal hours open; this is the great virtue of gas stations in Europe, reliably providing 20-hour minimarts in nations where most shops tend to close around 8pm.

005. Stormclouds cover the kingdom. Some impressive weather over the street by the hotel.

((006. Not germane.))

All of the pictures I took are numbered consecutively for personal archiving; some are published in some contexts but not others for various reasons, but in order to keep me from going insane writing them up, the consecutive numbering system has to remain constant. Those pulled from here have zero novelty or historical relevance and are usually, like this one, more of pure personal messages.