Travel hack: Jewellery storage

Hola! I had been meaning to launch my Studio page for months and finally did it here. My DIY game is very unstructured and usually stems from my immediate needs ūüôā Well, guess what? I went impulse shopping yesterday and ended up with some very bright earrings fit for a day at the beach¬†‚ô• I am off for a holiday with the fam at the end of this month and I am superrrrr excited! I am looking forward to some pool time and great Asian architecture. But mostly, I am ready to flaunt my accessories – haha.

I am a minimal packer and rarely go overboard with clothes/shoes/accessories. But hey, everyone deserves a break from the rules. I was wondering how to pack my big hoop earrings for my beach holiday when inspiration (and Pinterest) struck hard. I have usually put all my big, hoop earrings in a box and then ended up fishing for the ones I actually want to use. Also, sometimes the metal tends to rub on each other flake off. There goes a good pair of your favourite accessory! Well, no more. A little bit of Google and Pinterest investment paid off. Lo and behold Рthe earring folio book!

What you need
Felt Cloth
Thick cloth for cover
Scissors
Sewing Thread & Needle
Lace/Buttons/Elastic for decoration (optional)

Instructions

  1. Cut your felt cloth into equally sized rectangles. I used three to make six pages. You can decide your own number. But remember that felt is pretty thick and you will need to sew it into a book.
  2. Cut your cover cloth into a slightly larger rectangle and double fold the edges and sew them in.
  3. Place your felt pages over the cover and fold them all together at the middle. Mark the folding line.
  4. Now run a stitch over this line and make sure it is tight. Secure the ends with 2 or 3 stitches so that they won’t come off.
  5. Your earring folio book is ready!

Have a peek at what it looks like here:

What travel blogger would be if I only posted about shopping and skipped travel hacks‚ĚĒhere's a quick diy for carrying all those big earrings and pins ‚̧ instructions will be up on my travel blog tonight, so be sure to check them out ūüíč doesn't this earring folio book really nice to store and carry around? ūüĎĆ Tell me what you think! I went for minimal without decoration, but you lot can surely be more creative and add some lace and colour ūüíźūüćĀ I am so glad to find a soft and safe space for my hoops and "Hand of the King" pin #travel #traveldiary #travelblogger #travelshopping #solotravel #solotraveler #borntotravel #borntotraveltheworld #girlontheroad #borntotravel #borntotraveltheworld #letstravel #backpacker #wanderlust #wordpress #wordpressblog #gameofthrones #handoftheking #travelgrams #travelgram #instatravel #travelingram #diyproject #diy #travelhacks #travelhack #diytravel #traveldiy #jewelry #streetshopping #jewelrystorage

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This book feels so snug (coz of the felt cloth) and I love the bright pink colour. I hope this was a fun and helpful tutorial ūüôā I am totes excited about my upcoming holiday and I will be sure to post about it soon. Till then, Auf Wiedersehen¬†‚ô•

Keep slaying the fashion game when you travel!

Bombay : being a tourist in my home city

A lot of people ask me¬†why I’d want to move back to Europe and my answer is very clear: for the museums, art, and the beer. I moved back to Bombay a year ago and have barely hit the social scene so far. My sister tried to get me to go out before she moved to London, but something just didn’t click until last weekend. I decided to do something¬†different and it was a pretty cool experience! I went around Bombay like I did back in Europe – yes, like a cheesy, excited tourist ūüôā

I didn’t wake up on time and was super hungry by the time I got ready to step out. The original plan was to set out early and watch the sun rise over the sea. Well, I headed straight to breakfast. Since this was a local transport only outing, I took the bus –

Nothing screams Bombay like breakfast at a good old Irani café. Since Yazdani is closed on Sundays, I decided to head over to Kyani & Co. which in the street next to Furtados, opposite Metro cinema.

A vegetarian has no business in a Parsi / Irani restaurant but I decided to try my luck. I got offered vegetarian¬†dhansak but I decided to opt for a veg cutlet, irani chai, and the good old bun-maska. Oh, they also have a bakery in case you want to take some goodies home ūüôā

Next up, I took a cab ride to the Jehangir Art Gallery¬†opposite Regal Cinema. The original plan was to go to the Prince of Wales Museum (now known as CSM Vastu Sangrahalaya) next door. I didn’t have enough time, but I¬†did check out the photo exhibition at the gallery.

Last week, I ran the BSE Bull Run and crossed the Asiatic Library (the Townhall) on the way. I remembered going up there when I was in school and decided that I needed a picture. Also, one of my favorite scenes from Jaane Tu.. involves Imran Khan riding a horse on this road ♥

Bookstores became more commercial and less about the books when Crossword opened up in India. I always thought that the staff had no idea what they were selling. Though I don’t like the movie¬†You’ve Got Mail, I agree with Meg Ryan that discount stores are killing the idea of raising good readers. Well, Wayword & Wise is my Indian Shakespeare & Co. Stop by and talk to the owner – he really knows his books!

I spent way too much time at Wayword & Wise to make it to the Dr. Bhau Daji Lad Museum in Byculla. I did go there but changed my mind when I saw that it was a really long walk to the entrance and area didn’t look too safe / good. I decided to come back another day and headed straight to Bandra, coz well I was starving!

My first solo trip to Lille in December 2014 needed an anniversary celebration and Doollaly was the perfect tribute. Farmhouse Ale made the Flanders way was sheer heaven and the fries were typisch (as we Germans call it) Belgian! Ooh-la-la ♣ ♣ ♣

My first solo trip was to Lille, a little border town in Flanders between France and Belgium. It remains my favourite place in France – a beautiful town with lovely people! ūüáęūüá∑ But the best part was that I stayed at this fantastic hostel called Gastama that housed the most amazing beer. Today, with Doolally's Farmhouse Ale, I raise a glass to my first solo adventure ūüćļ thank you Lille, for opening me up to my untapped capabilities, the joy of travel, and limitless adventure – Prost! #bombay #borntotraveltheworld #borntotravel #girlontheroad #flanders #lille #france #sehnsucht #wanderlust #solotravel #solotraveler #girlontheroad #bombay #inmycity #doolally #india #bier #beer #beerontap

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I¬†found out about street art in Bombay about 6 months ago. I wanted to do a photo shoot with my sister but we never got around to it. Turns out, Chapel Road is a 5 minute walk from Doollaly and¬†definitely worth taking a detour for ūüôā

Tired after a long day, I headed home after this for a regional movie and some well deserved sleep.


I am going to do this again because it was such great fun. I will come up with a better, organized plan and actually step inside a museum! ūüôā ūüôā

All things free – Paris!

Since I have been away for a while,¬†I decided to come back with a freebie post! I didn’t make¬†enough money in Paris to¬†fund my backpacking trip¬†and live a super glamorous life.¬†But that doesn’t mean you have to forego certain joys like going to an organ concert or getting a fancy haircut!

  • Fashion Shows: Oh yes, you can actually attend free fashion shows in¬†Paris.¬†A 30 minute show is conducted every Friday afternoon at the Galerie Lafayette.¬†It requires prior registration and the entry is free for up to 14 persons. You can find out the details here and reserve your place here.
  • Music Concerts:¬†You have more than one option when it comes to music. And they are all pretty cool.
    • The American Church: The Atelier concerts are hosted every Sunday evening and you can register with the Music Director to receive updates on upcoming events.
    • The Notre Dame organ concert: Recitals take place on Saturdays at 8pm and on Sunday afternoons before the Vespers service (except on Sundays during Lent). No prior registration is required. You can attend a concert on Sunday afternoon and follow it with a book/poetry reading at Shakespeare & Co. across the street.
    • La D√©fense Metro Station:¬†I lived in Courbevoie and took the metro Line 1 to work from¬†La D√©fense.¬†On Friday mornings around 7:45-8, students from a local conservatoire play at the metro station. Oh, and they are good! I am not sure how regular they are because I didn’t stop to chat with them, but may be you could do that and find out!
  • For the love of books:¬†I mentioned that you could go to a literature event right across the street from Notre Dame. Well, Shakespeare & Co. is where you’re headed. Check out their upcoming events here. I am pretty sure they have something¬†every weekend.
  • Haircuts:¬†Sounds too good to be true, eh? JCB charges women upwards of 40 euros even for a trim and for someone one a shoe-string budget, that’s pretty steep! I actually resorted to trimming my own bangs and accidentally cut more¬†that what I was supposed to ! So, here’s your solution. Toni & Guy Hairdressing Academy gives you free haircuts and you can find out about it here.

If you like this freebie post, don’t forget to share it with your peeps coz hey –¬†spread the freebie love¬†‚ô•‚ô•

Travel Stories: the good and the bad (2/3)

As promised, I am back with the second set of travel stories. To read the last account, click here.

Berlin, August 2015

I was travelling from Prague to Berlin on a particularly rainy morning. Contrary to popular belief, Germans can be late (oh yeah, I was shattered!). The Deutsche Bahn was late getting into Prague and was further delayed by unplanned stoppage during the journey. I was travelling with a hiking backpack and a pilot bag that was growing heavier by the day. My fellow passengers were a quiet lot and nobody seemed to particularly care about when we reached Berlin. The man who’d occupied the seat by the window had disappeared for most of the journey and I had no one to talk to/confirm the delay announcement with.

By the time we pulled into Berlin, I was cranky. I had lost most of the afternoon and I still had to locate the hostel. Dragging those bags off the luggage shelf was no ordinary feat. I was trying to reach my bags when the missing passenger appeared next to me. Not only did he get my bags down, he carried them to the door and helped me off the train. I protested that it was unnecessary and excessively kind but he refused to hear any of it! He was even considering walking me to the escalators¬†ūüôā

Prague, August 2015

I was staying at one of the most popular hostels in town ‚Äď Mosaic House. Mosaic actually owns quite a few hostels around its main building but the facilities aren‚Äôt the same. Hostel World still shows the booking as MH, but you could actually be registered at say maybe Moo. I was in a mixed 4-bed dorm with a tiny balcony and no ventilation. It wasn‚Äôt possible to pull out the storage space and stand next to it at the same time¬†– it literally took all the space between the beds once it was pulled out! My roommates for the first night were pretty nice but they moved out the next morning. I was out with the boys all day and when I got back the second day, there was no one in the room. I‚Äôd been out boating, climbing hills, and dancing on the streets ‚Äď I was dead to the world the minute I lay down in my bed.

It was in the middle of the night when I woke up to loud drunk talk. The Brits had invaded. I drifted in and out of drugged sleep over the course of the night and woke up to a state of demolition in the morning. There were dirty food plates all over the room, empty beer bottles rolled around, and there was rubbish all over. The fat, half naked boy in the bed next to mine was snoring in all that mess. I ran out, showered, dressed and headed straight to the hostel reception to ask for a different room.

Nuremberg-Dresden, August 2015

I¬†was traveling east with MeinFernBus/FlixBus to Dresden. The bus was late and by the time I boarded, most of the seats were taken. I found an empty spot at the back next to a young boy. I did my usual ‚Äď ist hier noch frei? – and sat down. As a rule, I don‚Äôt talk to strangers unless they initiate conversations. I am yet to figure out whether Europeans are chatty and informal, so I play safe. I‚Äôd roughly factored in the delay into our scheduled arrival time but was surprised when the bus pulled into a town as scheduled. I expressed my wonder out loud and my neighbor corrected me by saying we still had over an hour left on the road! This short exchange opened up a conversation about my travel plans, love for everything German and of course funny German words.

I‚Äôd picked up a sheep (ein Schaf) in Neuschwanstein and he was traveling with me. I‚Äôd clipped my iPod to his belly so it looked as if he was my DJ. My co-passenger seemed to take a liking to the little guy and asked if he tagged along on all my trips. I told him about my F√ľssen day trip and how I was yet to figure out a name for him. Well, we soon started talking about our favorite German words and he told me how his friends from Netherlands found it difficult to say ‚Äď sch√§tzchen which means ‚Äėtreasure‚Äô but is used for a partner (like darling or sweetheart) Even though my favorite word remains Sehnsucht, I have grown to love and use sch√§tzchen in conversations and hope to someday use it for my partner. Btw, I named the sheep after my co-passenger. They are both called Anton.

Frankfurt, August 2015

On the last day of my backpacking holiday, I was moving hostels within Frankfurt to be closer to the airport to avoid any unforeseen delays in getting there. I lugged my backpack and trolley bag across the underground maze at the Hbf and got into a train heading to the airport. Now, the thing with these trains is: they are designed for large bags and trolleys. There’s plenty of space to stand, but not too many seats. Oh and the seats are self-folding which means that you can create additional baggage space in the absence of passengers.

I was crammed into a seat by the window. I was completely blocked by my bags and fellow passengers. Considering that I’d been on the road for a good 20+ days, and had travelled across 3 countries, I had a fair bit of baggage weight. When it was time to get off, I couldn’t hoist my backpack onto my back! There was too little space to create a point of leverage. I was struggling and about to fall over when the policeman sitting next to me lifted my bag (with one hand, might I add!) and pushed it onto my back. Needless to say, I was exceedingly embarrassed and yet, oddly relieved.

Provins, January 2015

I usually made unplanned trips over the weekends. This meant that I’d lie in bed on a Saturday/Sunday morning and randomly pick a¬†destination for a day trip. On one such morning, I¬†couldn’t decide where to go until I reached the train station. I looked at the train timetable and decided on Provins. I had no idea what to expect! When I reached the town 90 minutes later, all seemed quiet. Everyone who got off was walking towards the other end of the town. I followed them in wonder.¬†All the locals seemed to have stepped out of a Game of Thrones set. It was crazy! As I walked up the hill, it got even fancier. Bang in the center was a cauldron on fire. They were making Gl√ľhwein¬†‚ô• I’d walked into the annual Medieval Festival!! I couldn’t believe my luck. I walked out of that fair with some wonderful old-fashioned ear rings, a sword that looks like a cross between Arya Stark’s¬†Needle and The Sword of Godric Gryffindor. Oh, and I spotted some dudes that looked a lot like Robb Stark and Jon Snow ūüôā

Paris, early 2015

I don‚Äôt remember where I was returning from. It was a day trip to a nearby town ‚Äď perhaps Blois. I got off at Lazare which is a giant underground maze ‚Äď I shit you not. You can switch multiple metro lines, reach the outbound trains, and take RER from these underground tunnels. The only caveat ‚Äď you have to walk a lot. I was a bit lost and extremely fatigued at the end of the day. I couldn‚Äôt quite figure out how to reach the Line 1 metro and decided to approach a subway employee in uniform. He offered to walk with me till the metro because he was headed there. A huge departure from the French people I‚Äôd met till then, he turned out to be chatty. When I told him I was from India, he said he‚Äôd traveled there. He told me everything he‚Äôd loved to eat in India and even recommended a few good places to visit!

Nice, January 2015

I¬†grew up in Bombay,¬†a coastal city. My dad builds ships. So you can understand the deep love I hold in my heart for the ocean. I¬†love to feel the wind in my hair when I stand on the deck as we sail. I¬†left the coast and moved south. I made a ¬†monthly trip home to sit by the coast but that had been difficult after the¬†second year. When I moved to Paris, I’d been away from the coast for a good 6 months.¬†I’d never seen such blue water until I’d checked out the view from¬†the TGV getting into Cannes. I was mesmerized.¬†As soon as I reached Nice, I dropped my bags in the hostel and ran¬†to the Promenade de Anglais. I hiked to the viewpoint to check out the port and immediately decided to go to Monaco the next morning. When it was time to go back to Paris on Sunday afternoon, something didn’t feel right inside me. I was okay until I reached¬†Courbevoie. But by the time I got home to my apartment, I had tears streaming down my face.¬†I went straight to Flavia’s. She thought I’d been dumped until I mumbled out incoherently “blue… Nice.. the sea….”¬†She laughed and ruffled my hair – “Nat√ľrlich, you’re a coastal girl!” I was crying because I’d missed the sea¬†‚ô•

Paris-Lille, December 2014

Oh, this is an incident I have mentioned a number of times on the blog but have never elaborated on. This incident is also the reason why I sleep at airports/train stations/bus stations the night before I travel.

I was¬†scheduled to spend the Boxing Day weekend in Lille. It was to be my first overnight trip and backpacking experience.¬†I¬†attended midnight mass on Christmas Eve and¬†then spent a random day walking around Paris. I got stalked by two different dudes (one who actually followed me home!), and came home visibly upset. My colleagues decided to cheer me up by taking me to the Eiffel Tower (it was crazy crowded, but we ended up shopping in the flea market) followed by Frozen in bed. At about 11pm, I decided to take a nap¬†and promised to wake up a few hours later and pack my bag for the trip to Lille. Yeah, that didn’t happen.

I woke up at 6:36am for my train that was scheduled to leave from Paris Nord at 7:16am. Doesn’t sound good, right? It wasn’t. The La D√©fense Metro station was at least a 10 min walk from my apartment, after which I had about 15 stops to go with one metro line change at Ch√Ętelet. I was screwed. My immediate reaction was intense panic. I¬†had barely enough time to pull a pair of jeans on, grab the clothes strewn over my bed, pick up my shoes and run! Well, I did run. I put my shoes on in the elevator and zipped my jacket as I ran out of the building. I had tears streaming down my face when I saw that the first set of elevators (of a total 3!) wasn’t working.¬†Putain!¬†I had some quick decisions to make. When I reached the metro station, I walked up to a bakery and asked what was the fastest way to get to Nord. RER. I’d never taken one. I crossed my heart, bought a ticket (I wasn’t sure if my Navigo covered it) and proceeded to the Voie. Well, I was in luck as I jumped onto the first train that arrived seconds later.¬†After a change at Ch√Ętelet to RER-D, I reached Nord at 7:14. Almost there, but was I? I was on Voie 36 and my train to Lille was on 54. Fuck shit. Once again, I ran like my life depended on it. I¬†surfaced at the open air outbound line only to watch the doors seal (they are timed) and the train move out of the station. I sat down, cried, and then proceeded to the Information counter for help. The young officers asked me why I was late. “I overslept,” I mumbled wiping my tears, further ruining my eye make-up from the previous day. “20 euros,” they demanded. I had a choice. It was nearly my entire ticket cost, but forfeiting it would mean loss on the stay bookings I’d already made. I agreed. But by then they’d had a change of heart. They waived off the charge, stamped my ticket and asked me to board the next train to Lille. [I later realised that they were trying to rip me off] Needless to say, I have never been late for bus/flight/train again.


When I started writing the second set, I realised that I had some more stories to tell. I will be back with the third bonus set as soon as I can ūüôā Until then, read and spread the wanderlust, my peeps ūüôā

Travel stories – the good and the bad (1/3)

Hola my peeps! I have been AWOL from both sites for quite a bit. Blame it on the working life.¬†Bombay weather has been¬†meh! While I lay in bed dreaming about the streets of Prague and slowly battling the onslaught of flu, my mom asked me if I had any particularly disheartening experiences while travelling. I think I’d like to include the good with the bad. So, here goes.


Lille, December 2014

This is my absolute favourite town in France. On the border of France and Belgium, in Flanders, this delight of a town draws from both cultures. There’s Belgian fries to gorge on and more boulangeries¬†than you’d ever need.
This was my first overnight trip and I had never travelled solo before. I was walking around the town with my nose in the map. Lille is one of those few scattered towns in Europe that has its own Use-IT map. I had decided to figure out everything without stopping for directions from the locals. I was doing pretty great (barring a few wrong turns) but 3 people actually stopped to ask if they could help me. Oh and one of them was a pizza delivery guy who stopped his bike, got off, and offered to help!

Frankfurt, August 2015

Despite my unwavering love for everything German, this city didn’t quite live up to my dreams. I¬†was travelling from Berlin to Frankfurt and reached quite early in the morning when it was still dark outside.¬†I was still¬†sleepy and it took me a¬†bit of time to figure out where¬†I was. The bus depot is a little further down from the Hbf and the city sort of ends there. There was absolutely ¬†no one on the streets and I later found out that it leads into a dangerous red light zone.¬†I needed a general sense of direction and¬†approached an old man. He’d come to pick up his daughter who was about my age.¬†Both, the man and his daughter, blatantly ignored me and¬†walked away quickly. I thought it was exceptionally rude because I was a young girl with a backpack who spoke fluent German and looked more sleep deprived than dangerous.

Paris, December 2014 

I was stupid enough to go to Porte de Clignancourt for some¬†flea market / artsy shopping on Christmas morning of all days. The one thing you must absolutely keep in mind when going to¬†places like La Chapelle, Clignancourt and Anvers (Sacre Coeur) :¬†hold on to your bags! Also, watch your back. Yeah, that’s not a joke.¬†Once you get out out of the Metro station, come to a set of crossroads that spread out like a circle. You have to walk past a Burger King / Mc Donalds and an array of shoe shops before you reach the flea market. I¬†noticed a guy smiling at me from across the road. He was going in the opposite direction so I¬†didn’t think too much about it until he was suddenly next to me. I had crossed on to the other side and was moving along the circular path so I couldn’t figure out how he¬†was suddenly so close by. Anyway, he kept following me until I ducked into a shop. I had¬†to¬†hide in the trial room to get rid of him but that didn’t seem to work. I nearly ran back to the metro station. Well, I got followed by a different guy from the La D√©fense Metro station to my home in Courbevoie.¬†I ended up watching Frozen in bed to get over the experience.

Nice, January 2015 

I was actually on the way back from Nice to Paris. A really old man with dreadlocks, dressed in Asian clothes (think Nepal or North-eastern India) gave me a toothy smile. I smiled, nodded and went back to reading my book. He crossed me on his way to the food car a little while later and stopped to ask if he could get me something to eat Рin perfect Hindi! It was a total jaw-drop moment for me. I did not expect anyone to address me in Hindi in France of all places Рoh and absolutely not on the Riviera. I thanked him and said no but I was too shocked to further conversation. I sort of regret it now because in retrospect I would have loved to hear his story.

Amsterdam, January 2015

This remains my most harrowing experience. It was my first trip¬†after I got the residence stamp and it was absolutely unplanned.¬†It was the first snow of the season, and it was still dark when MegaBus dropped me off in the middle of nowhere. I followed some Chinese boys to what they said was the ‘city centre’ only to realise (after walking 4 kms in the snow) that I needed to go in the exact opposite direction. I sought help from a group of college kids who were out for a walk at 5am. They offered me some bread and¬†gave me directions to the closest bus station. One of them offered to walk with me but I¬†said no (I remain divided on that decision because of what happened later).¬†While I was waiting for the bus a guy¬†kept driving around the block in circles. He’d slow down and gesture at me, drive on, only to come back a few minutes later.¬†I was close to tears (out of sheer fear, nothing else) when thankfully the bus arrived and I jumped on.

Paris, November 2015

Woohoo! Another one from the city of dreams. I was headed¬†to Sacre Coeur on a blissful Saturday morning. I had just moved to Paris and wasn’t aware of¬†the unsafe pockets in the city. When you get off at Anvers, there’s a narrow¬†path leading up to the base of the church. It’s flanked by shops on both sides and the road¬†itself is littered with scamsters moving cups and asking you which one holds the ball inside. I was crossing the service road just outside Anvers when I noticed a young man¬†going in the opposite direction.¬†Girls, I believe, have this sense which enables them to tell if something is off. I didn’t think too much but I did notice him. I was at the¬†base of the church, about to climb the mini hill, when I realised this man was standing right behind me. [I am telling you people in Paris have passed their Apparition tests!]
“Your face,” he said in slow in English, after I’d said my usual¬†non parle francais, d√©sol√©. “It’s very beautiful for me. Can I buy you a drink?”
For starters, it was 9:30 in the morning and way too early for a drink.¬†And hey! I wasn’t crazy enough to accept an invite from a stranger. He went on to¬†ask if he could walk to the church with me. I gave him a staunch no for a reply. But I was too shocked for much else. [Nothing in India had prepared me for this!] He asked for my number and I¬†had my own Taken moment – Later, I even checked under my bed for space to crawl into. There was none and given that my Dad isn’t Liam Neeson I vowed to steer clear of strangers!

Cologne, January 2015

My first city in Germany! [A lot of firsts in this post] Cologne isn’t a popular backpacking destination given that¬†all it has is a large number of churches.¬†Cologne is famous for perfume (nat√ľrlich!) and K√∂lsch, a local brew. It is an absolutely delightful light beer that is consumed in 200ml glasses. Fr√ľh is a ridiculously famous brewery right outside the Dom. When it opened at noon, there¬†were already about 100 people waiting to get in! I was alone¬†which made it difficult to find a table. I approached an old, balding, pot bellied Kellner who took one look at me and said – “Because you’re alone, I make you sit at a table full of German people!” And then he proceeded to seat me¬†with a large family of senior citizens who seemed to be out for weekend brunch. They were a joyful and welcoming lot who didn’t mind my intrusion. They asked me a few questions and were pleased with my passable German.¬†They even helped me with a few words that I’d forgotten! The Kellner was¬†pleased when I asked for the pale ale and even happier when I¬†rounded off the bill adequately.¬†When he heard me address him in German, he was so exceedingly happy that I thought he might hug me!


With that positive experience, I’ll¬†end this post. I’ll be back tomorrow night with the second set of stories. If you’ve had¬†similar experiences, I’d love to hear them ūüôā Both good and bad stories are welcome.

N√ľrnberg Attractions

This is my second post on N√ľrnberg. For information related to¬†train stations, bus stations, and hostel reviews, check here.

Doku Zentrum (Documentation Center and former Nazi Party rally grounds)

All information related to DZ can be found on the website for N√ľrnberg museums here. Tickets for adults cost ‚ā¨5,00 and include the audio guide. If you choose to pay an extra¬†‚ā¨2,50 for the Tagesticket (day ticket), you can visit all local municipal museums free of charge for the duration of that day. However, this concession is not available for holders of the Nuremberg Pass.
You can take the tram#9 from N√ľrnberg Hbf or tram#6 from Kohlenhof to¬†reach DZ. The Haltestelle is right outside the building.

Courtroom #600

All information related to visiting hours, and admission fee can be found here. This surviving Nazi officials were prosecuted for their war crimes in this courtroom. Their contact details :

Memorium Nuremberg Trials
Bärenschanzstraße 72
90429 Nuremberg, Germany
Tel : +49 (0)911 321 Р79 372
Fax : +49 (0)911 321 Р79 373
Email: memorium@stadt.nuernberg.de

Albrecht D√ľrer’s House

You’ll probably discover this inconspicuous house as you walk around the town. It is right on A. D√ľrer Stra√üe if you check your map. Guided tours are available in English at 2 pm on Saturdays. For more information, check here.


Next up: DIY walking tour in Nuremberg

N√ľrnberg

N√ľrnberg or Nuremberg, in the German state of Bavaria is best known for the post WW2 trials. This city had also been the location of Nazi party rallies and laws stripping Jews of their citizenship were passed here. There was symbolic value in making it the place of Nazi demise. If you have visited Dachau or any other CC, this is where you get your closure. This stop, I believe, is a must for every student for the simple reason that Nuremberg is home to the Doku Zentrum (Documentation Center) – the former Nazi Party rally ground. Apart from the famous courtroom #600, the town offers a¬†fort (which¬†makes for a pleasant morning hike and breakfast spot), the house of Abrecht D√ľrer, and a toy museum.

Getting There:

  • N√ľrnberg Hbf – The central station is located just off¬†Bahnhofstra√üe (A&O N√ľrnberg Hbf) and¬†easily connects to K√∂nigstra√üe, Allerbergerstra√üe (Novotel), and Frauentormauer (Five Reasons Hostel). Grab a map before you exit or look up the directions to your hostel using the station WiFi.
  • N√ľrnberg ZOB –¬†If you are arriving by MegaBus, MeinFernBus or Flixbus, this is where you’ll get off. Look for a bright yellow neon sign POST on an ancient building. The ZOB, Bahnhofstra√üe is just around the corner from the post office.

That said, I definitely recommend Megabus. Have a look at my post about¬†planning a holiday here. MeinFernbus (merged with FlixBus) is way more expensive. My ticket from Munich to N√ľrnberg cost me just¬†¬£1,20 and the WiFi in the bus actually worked!

Hostel Review:

I stayed at The Five Reasons Hostel¬†on Frauentormauer. This¬†place holds a 9.2 rating on HostelWorld and I thoroughly endorse it! The location is perfect, the staff is super friendly, the kitchen is squeaky clean and well equipped, there’s a garden in the back, the rooms are spacious with large windows, and don’t even get me started on the bathrooms¬†‚ô• It’s the complete luxury experience for a minuscule fraction of the cost. They actually have paintings and rugs in the bathrooms. Can you beat that? Also, the reception is equipped with iPads for your ease of access GoogleMaps, tours, etc. They also have a Polaroid Wall in the foyer that you can contribute to by sending them pictures of your stay.

Transport:

You can pick from the regular options – UBahn, SBahn, buses, and trams. For the most part, the town is accessible on foot. It’s really not that big. The only¬†time you’d need to take the tram is to¬†reach the Doku Zentrum. But more about that in my next post!

Attractions:

  1. Nuremberg Fort : At the far end of the town – way past the local market, museums, and churches – this is a short hike. You can drive up to the base. There is parking available. There isn’t much to see on the fort. It’s basically a ruin. But it’s a great place for a picnic, or a photoshoot. The top of the fort offers a beautiful panoramic view of the town.

2. Germanisches Nationalmuseum : Founded in 1852, it is home to a large collection of items relating to German culture and art.

3. House of Albert D√ľrer : This was the workshop of Albert D√ľrer, who was a Renaissance artist.

4. Neues Museum : This is the museum of modern and contemporary art.

5. N√ľrnberg Toy Museum : Founded in 1971, it is considered one of the most well known toy museums in the world. It is also called the Lydia Bayer Museum.

6. Doku Zentrum : What was earlier the rally ground of Nazi Party, is now a fantastic museum that chronicles the rise and fall of Nazi Germany. It is also, I believe, the only standing structure of that period associated with the Nazi rule.

Next Up: N√ľrnberg Attractions


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Schloss Neuschwanstein

Another fantastic day trip from M√ľnchen are the two castles of Neuschwanstein (noy-shwan-stein) and Hohenschwangau (ho-hun-schwan-gaau). First things first, reserve your tickets here. If you don’t do that two days before¬†your visit (and before 3 pm), forget about seeing the inside of the castle. For some reason, the website didn’t let me¬†reserve my place – tourist season, I think – and I had to stand in a long line only to find out that the only available tour was after my¬†evening train back to Munich. So, reserve your tour in advance!

Getting There

Purchase a Bayern ticket from the U-Bahn or S-Bahn closest to you. This ticket will cover the U-Bahn ride to the Hbf. The ticket costs¬†‚ā¨23,00 for 1 passenger with the addition of¬†‚ā¨5,00 for every extra passenger in a group of up to 4. You can do the math here. Instead of buying two¬†separate tickets as a couple, add the¬†‚ā¨5,00 and bring down your individual cost from¬†‚ā¨23,00 to just¬†‚ā¨14,00! As you can see, the cost reduction is much higher as you add more people.

A kind¬†DB employee printed out a train schedule for me. M√ľnchen – Bochelau – F√ľssen. Now, your train for Bochelau will leave from one of the platforms on the other side of the Hbf. All the trains to Salzburg, Vienna, Budapest, Paris, etc. leave from the main hall. Walk to the end, go left and you’ll find another hall on the other side. The trains here are smaller. It’s more like an intercity coach. When you get off at Bochelau – a tiny station – take a look at the¬†printed schedules in the glass displays. Take a picture with your smartphone.¬†It will be divided into F√ľssen – Bochelau and Bochelau – M√ľnchen, vice versa. Go through the timings and figure out what time you need to leave from F√ľssen to make it back in time to your hostel in Munich.

Run to Bus #78 as soon as you get off. All passengers from the train will be running with you! The bus will drop you off at the base of the hill. There’s a public loo if you’d like to freshen up. Keep those ‚ā¨ coins handy. There’s a separate line for collecting tickets. You’ll be immediately glad for not being in the other line. There’s a kiosk next door if you fancy a¬†K√§sepretzel and a chilled beer. Walk uphill to catch the bus that takes you to Marienbr√ľcke. Believe me, it is worth the¬†‚ā¨2,60 return ticket. The view from Marienbr√ľcke is stunning. I’d definitely like to go back in the winter to see the snow covered castle. After the 30 minute tour, walk back to Marienbr√ľcke for the bus back to the ticket center.¬†If you do not wish to take the bus on the way back, buy a single ticket and walk down the path indicated.


I couldn’t help myself! I had to bring this little guy home¬†‚ô• There’s a kiosk on the way down with all kinds of gifting material. It was love at first sight. Named after the boy who sat next to me on the bus from N√ľrnberg to Dresden, Anton went on to¬†become¬†loved by co-passengers, hostel roommates, immigration officials, and airport security personnel.

Dachau

My association with German (als Fremdsprache)¬†began at the age of 15. I knew I wanted to travel to Germany to experience the language and the people, but also the history. Most kids in India study about the Second World War¬†in the 9th and 10th grade (ages 13-15), but only from the perspective of India, i.e. the aspects of WW2 are viewed in association with India’s struggle for independence that ultimately reached¬†fruition in 1947. On the contrary, school children –¬†as young as 11 – in Europe, are taken to concentration camps as a part of their history curriculum.¬†Concentration camps, though far from being tourist attractions, remain a grisly reminder of anti-semitism.

Prepare Yourself:

A slight departure from my regular travel posts, I¬†would like to bring home the point that this visit is not for the¬†fainthearted. Before you decide to visit a concentration camp, read up on the history surrounding the anti-Jew ideology that led to such atrocities. Watch Schindler’s List, go through the numerous¬†Wikipedia pages on the topic, and understand the events following Kristellnacht. There are countless accounts available and there is more descriptive literature than you wish there ever was. If you are traumatised by the visuals in Schindler’s List or the¬†idea of Dr. Josef Mengele‘s experiments, you might want to consider sitting this one out.

How to get there:

If you’re driving, Dachau is 30 kms away from Munich and takes about 30 minutes via A99. The¬†local trains leave every 10 minutes from the Munich Hbf and you can board the S2 going to either Peterhausen or Altom√ľnster. I¬†recommend buying the M√ľnchen XXL Tageskarte¬†that costs¬†‚ā¨8,30. This ticket is from the Ring 1-8 and allows you to travel all over Munich for the duration of a day and also covers the bus connection to the CC.¬†It can be bought on the kiosks / machines available¬†at the train station. If you are travelling in a group, partner tickets are also available for groups of up to 5 people. ¬†When you reach Dachau,¬†there is a Bushaltestelle (bus stop) right outside the station. Board Bus#726 in the direction of Saubachsiedlung. The entire ride to the camp lasts about 15 minutes.

Facilities:

There is no¬†bus stop as such at the CC. This means that if you end up there on a hot sunny afternoon like I did, you will have to stand in the sun while you wait for your bus. The Information Desk is a short walk inside the site.¬†Audio guides are available in multiple languages at the Visitors’ Center. The guide is accompanied by a map of the site and costs ‚ā¨3,50. There are reduced fares available for groups and students. Remember that you have to deposit your ID (passport or driving license)¬†which will be returned to you at the end of the tour. There is also a bookstore¬†right next to the information center.

Notes:

  1. The entrance to the site is a long pebbled walk. This doesn’t get much better further down the road. The entire site has a sand / stone / gravel base. Wear¬†sturdy shoes.
  2. There is absolutely no shade in the entire area. At the very entrance there is an old construction consisting of a few rooms that have been turned into a museum. It is unusually cold inside, and the pictures are pretty disturbing. When you step outside, there is vast land with no shade until you reach the crematoriums. Unless you want to sit in a gas chamber to catch your breath and cool down, carry a hat and a bottle of water.
  3. Try and stick to the left side of the site and walk straight till you reach a makeshift bridge over a canal. On the other side are the crematoriums. There are a few benches outside. If you move to the right on the perimeter of the site, instead of crossing the bridge, you will reach the memorial churches. You might want to sit down for a bit.

No amount of literature will prepare you for the actual experience of visiting Dachau CC. The atrocities are beyond imagination. To think that human beings could inflict so much pain on other people –¬†the concept escapes me.¬†That said, Dachau was an unpleasant but¬†informative experience for me. I definitely recommend the visit.

M√ľnchen

When I landed in Munich, I was thoroughly exhausted and almost about to pass out in the airport lobby. I had flown three times in one single day : Bangalore РMumbai, Mumbai РParis, and finally Paris РMunich. Phew! I had nearly missed that last connection so my relief on having reached Deutschland was unmatched.

Munich Airport

Flughafen M√ľnchen is the international airport of Munich. I¬†didn’t have to go through immigration because my point of entry into the Schengen Zone was Paris (CDG/Roissy Airport).¬†My passport already stamped and tucked inside my bag, I was ready to embrace Germany – my ultimate love. The terminal I got off at resembled a lowly bus station. The carousels indicators didn’t display flight information and a lot of bags were just lying in a heap on the floor. Thankfully, the WiFi was good. I signed in, while I waited for my bags to arrive, and sent out my “I reached and I am OK” texts to my family. When you get out of the baggage claim area, look out for S-Bahn signs in green.¬†They¬†will take you underground to the train terminus. The Fahrkarten (tickets) can be purchased from the self-help kiosks. Don’t worry if you don’t speak German. They let you choose from 4 or 5 languages and English is one of them ūüôā

To reach Meininger Munich, where I was staying, I had to get off at Hackerbr√ľcke Stra√üe. This is also the Busbahnhof and just a¬†stop before the Hauptbahnhof. Don’t worry if you don’t have a map of the train line. All trains have a printed map just above the doors. I recommend keeping a screenshot of Google Maps on your phone / tab¬†before you arrive in the city. Once you have reached your hostel, you can pick up a local map. The U-Bahn in Munich is pretty straightforward. You can also find¬†the map in Google Images.

Hostel Review

I stayed at Meininger Munich which is absolutely fantastic during winter, but definitely not during the summer for the simple reason that it turns into a furnace.
Pros: Linen included, WiFi access, 24 hour reception, Walking Tours and Travel Desk, laundry room, Breakfast (charged separately)
Cons: The windows don’t open. If you are¬†visiting during a heat wave, you will literally melt without air conditioning.

The Meininger chain is pretty famous all over Germany and Austria. I had the most amazing stay at the Meininger near Frankfurt Airport. The City Center hostel has a tiny kitchen and an outdoor terrace. It is centrally located. The bus¬†terminus (for MegaBus, FlixBus, and MeinFernBus) is a short walk away and just next to¬†the U-Bahn line. The M√ľnchen Hauptbahnhof and the city center are further down the road from the hostel. The Augustiner Brauhaus famous for its draft beer is right opposite the hostel. There is also a small bar and restaurant as an extension to the hostel.

I am covering Munich this weekend. Also included are day trips to Dachau and F√ľssen (Schloss Neuschwanstein).¬†Keep watching this space for more.

Up Next: Munich in a day.