Oktoberfest! Prost!

A long overdue post, for sure!

I just got back into England late Tuesday evening after a crazy, fun, amazing visit with my good friend Iris, a resident of Munich. She was kind enough to host me while I visited and took me around the city, sticking by my side to help me get around since I don't really know a drop of German. I was really grateful for that. It was fun, too, because she was translating and teaching me how to say things the whole time. Such a patient person!

I was visiting at a fantastic time, of course, because it was the middle of Oktoberfest and the whole city was bustling with activity. On top of that, one of our friends came and visited us over the weekend and we all got to have a walk around the festival on one of its most crowded weekends there is.

We went up in a gigantic ferris wheel to see the city while there and it was a breathtaking view of Munich.



It was impressive from so high up, as was the entirety of Oktoberfest. It seemed like there wasn't a free square foot of space on the main grounds. I didn't even get a shot of all the different sides, but this is about only half of the festival.





If you look in the above photo, you can see the enormity of the city's statue of Bavaria, the region's patron saint. We ended up walking over to it after the ride to get some breathing room on the grassy knoll where she resides. It was really impressive -- and it should be since it's one of the biggest bronze statues in the world, weighing in at just over 95 tons.



We ended up running around the city after that, being silly, because the Oktoberfest was just too crowded that Saturday. We couldn't even get into a beer tent that day, which is apparently the only place you can purchase beer at Oktoberfest. It's a really misleading from the media I've seen; I thought there were places you could just run up and grab a beer at throughout the fest. It was all right, though, because Iris took me down to the festival on Monday to try to get into one and we did!


(don't mind the apparently extremely disgruntled German woman who Does Not Approve in the front there)


The tent was downright enormous! I was shocked!

Iris' mom gave us tickets for beer and chicken that she had received from her workplace and so we enjoyed a plate of delicious roasted chicken and I got a Great Big Beer -- I'm not kidding here, they sold the special brewed, high proof Weizen by the litre only! It was delicious, too!



It was a crazy atmosphere that supposedly only gets crazier at night, but we had rides to ride, places to run around to, and things to see since we went there on the day before I left. We happily toasted one another once the drinking song was played (oh, and they place it so often to keep everyone ordering more beer!), which you can download here; if you listen you can hear the German woman next to me and then all the clinks at the end as we toasted one another with our behemoth glasses of beer.


You can hear Iris' fantastic commentary throughout most of the thing. ;) I dropped the camera, of course, but hey, it was still fun trying to record it! Their coasters are so much faster than ours! We also went on this awesome ride called The Insider, a spinning coaster type ride that had two-seated cars that roated back and forth, upside down and around, so that you were being spun at least 3 directions at once. Let me tell you how fun that one was after my litre of beer! Haha!

I had so much fun in Germany, just spending time with Iris and Stacy! And Germany… I think I'm in love with it! I'll certainly have to go back there someday! It's truly an amazing place, perhaps one of my favourite places I've ever travelled to.

Since I've been back I've been taking it easy mostly, just going into town to enjoy frozen yogurt and fresh made hot chocolate at Katie and my favourite place in town, Lick. I have a small update with photos to make about that eventually, but until then…

Prost!

Dachau

I went to Dachau on Thursday afternoon, less than a day after I arrived. I'm not sure if I'm ready to write about it now, but then, when will I be? I guess I ought to get it all down now before I forget, or it just doesn't feel right.

The answer to your impossible question is, 'Good.' A lot of people have asked me how it was, how the visit went, if I liked it, etc., already. The answer is, truthfully, that it was good. I mean, it was good in that way that it was something I have always wanted to see after having read about the concentration camps for so long, and it was certainly interesting, and it was educational. But yes, it was also sad, and peaceful, and haunting. It was needed, too… to see it, to feel it, to understand. Perhaps the best way to describe it was to say that it was heavy. It left a mark, for sure.

I suppose this will be quite picture-heavy, just with notes about what you're seeing because I don't really know what else I can do; there are still more photos here. There's not a way to explain everything, of course. There's just no way to describe it, honestly.


Though Dachau was never intended to be a Death Camp, it was the first Concentration Camp and saw much death -- it was meant to be a place where people were sent to be worked to the limits, fed the bare minimum, and kept on the brink of survival so as to be benefit to the Third Reich; by keep a concentration camp over a death camp, the Nazis gained slave labour and it is what kept Germany going throughout the war years.

It served as a prototype for all future concentration camps, no matter their purpose -- whether it was confinement or a death factory. This means it is most representative of the camps as a whole, all which differ greatly in function and execution, for it contains every idea the Nazis put into motion.


Just outside the entrance, SS office in the foreground and a watchtower in the background.


"Work Brings Freedom."



Barracks. The 'sea of beds.' The first was the middle stage of Dachau's functional years, the second is the last year or so when the camp was overfilled with prisoners. What was meant to house no more than 200 men in the beginning was being used to house near 2,000.


The original barracks were torn down in the 60s and a recreation was made in the place of one. The rest have had cement-and-rock foundations put over where the real buildings once stood. Out of every window you can see a watchtower; perhaps it's every watchtower can see into every window.


The open area just in front of the barracks where role call was done every morning and evening. Dachau, the first concentration camp and the prototype, was made to hold 6,000 maximum prisoners. When Allied troops freed it, it held near 32,000 prisoners -- nearly the same amount of recorded deaths for Dachau. They were all held here at only those times, and the lot was held accountable for every single person -- if one were missing, they would all suffer, and many times this forced them to drag corpses of fallen friends and family along with them as they stood at attention to be counted for hours.


Security, from the outside, on the way back from the crematorium. The furthest bit of grass was the 'Death Strip,' where prisoners would be shot just for stepping there, next the cement canal, and finally the electric barbed wire fence, all surveyed by a watchtower equipped with multiple guards and machine guns. Many prisoners who could no longer take the abuse, 'went to the wire,' where they threw themselves onto it to end their life.


Zyklon B insertion capsule in the 'showerhouse.' This is where the canisters were inserted from the outside of the building. Hot air would then run on them and heat them. At a certain heating point, the Zyklon B pellets would turn to gaseous cyanide and poison any prisoner locked into the air-tight room in minutes. It was a means of mass extermination. This was where the idea was perfected so that it could be used on a larger scale at some of the most famous Death Camps, such as Auschwitz-Birkenau.


'Brausebad' -- 'Showerhouse.' The room where the poison gas was designed to kill people. The whole building hasn't a water line leading to it in this room, all the showerheads capped an empty hole.


Don't let the false lighting filling the room fool you. The little window was the only light in the Brausebad. The top shows where the showerheads fit over.


The old crematorium only held two small ovens so they built the new crematorium shortly after the beginning of the war. It now held 4 large coal-burning ovens so that they easily quadrupled their ability to cremate the remains of the prisoners. The back had a sink for the workers for they were told they must always keep clean and they would be punished more severely if they were dirty from working with the coal and ashes of their fellow men.


The Unknown Prisoner. He is in a defiant, casual pose because he has refused to be degraded and made to feel inhuman. He is a representative of all whom lost their lives in the camp. "Den Toten zur Ehr. Den Lebenden zur Mahnung." To Honor the Dead. To Warn the Living.

There is one place I did not -- could not -- take a picture. It is a small wooded area behind the crematorium, a gravel path the runs off the side of the rest of it. If you take the path, you soon find a neatly trimmed mound of greenery bursting up out of a dark, blackened soil. Here there is a headstone or sorts, one that simple bears the words in a few languages, "Ashes of thousands of unknown prisoners are buried here." It felt disrespectful to snap a picture of this. The whole wood here then turned to a small path that wound its way through the forest a bit, under a canopy of lush, vine-covered trees, until it bled back out onto the main path past the crematorium. It was peaceful here, not a sound, you couldn't hear the person beside you breath and the gravel beneath your feet was muted. It was cold, horribly cold even, but it was peaceful, and easy to breath. It is here where the waves of sorrow could wash over you, but you were also comforted by the serene feeling the woods and green and quiet brought you. This is what I mean when I say the visit was heavy.

It was an amazing experience, I'm glad I went, even if it's left me quieter and more pensive than normal the last day and a half. Dachau… it was good.

Drive-By Update

Last weekend we ended up going bowling -- that is, Katie and Janine and I did, while everyone else went on the pub crawl. Since nightclubs and dodgy bars are less our style, we spent the night throwing balls down the gutter with one of our favorite staff members, Charlotte. Then walking around the Marina area.




That's me, Charlotte, Janine, and Katie.

We also ended up having the geography of Germany explained to us by Janine while we ate our dinner at Subway. It was the only thing open, unfortunately, and it was terrible… I threw most of my dinner out. Blech. Anyhow, she made a little Germany out of a napkin and there was much learning to be had.



Of course it's been a bit hectic here lately… finishing u class, writing my final paper, packing for Germany…

Yep, that's right! I'm going to Munich, Germany in about 7 hours to stay with my friend Iris! I'm so excited! I'm planning on visiting Berlin while there as well as a day trip to see Dachau. The inner history nerd in me is pretty excited. Well, you know… as excited as you can be to see the history even though the location is kind of horrific.

I also booked my birthday celebration… I'll be going to London with a couple friends on Hallowe'en night to hear a reading and attend a book signing with Neil Gaiman!

Obviously lots going on! I'll probably catch up in a week's time again! Catch you later!