Dublin

The train to Stockholm airport (electric) is travelling at 210 Km/hr! Free WI – lots of Mac book Air around me!

I am constantly fascinated by airports and central train stations. It’s a complex reaction – the size, the human factor, the technology of flight and at train stations a sense also of modern technology but an awareness of the magic of the old steam locomotives. Alain de Botten discussed this more eloquently than I and I empathize with him. Mind you I could not visit or work in them every day!

The SAS pilot said Dublin weather was overcast without “precipitation” – must be pilot speak for “no rain”! Well I am no pilot but when we landed it looked like rain to me! 30 minutes later a brief glimpse of sun. I am pleased its inclement weather today and even tomorrow as I train to Tralee tomorrow as well. More chance of better weather later?

The customs man took my passport read my name and smirked! This I suspect will be the FIRST of a constant similar reaction. … I was correct. The man at the bed and breakfast introduced me to his assembled staff with a fanfare, a sweep of the arms, saying ” and this is…. Graham Norton”!

I have NEVER watched this man’s show apparently he is Irish, a comic – there is a third aspect but I am blowed if I can remember. Anyway I doubt it’s relevant I am not directly Irish, possibly at times mildly funny and there surely the similarity ends?

Train to Tralee then drive to Dingle – great name for a town!

I went and had a pub meal and there was a game on the big screens that looked for all the world like an AFL football match except that the ball was spherical and they used some sort of wooden paddle to belt this ball from one end of the pitch to the other! It looked extremely combative and dangerous. But bugger me if I did not realize after about 20 minutes that they were not males with pony tails, but women!

Walked along the coast – the Irish Sea. To date I have swum in the Mediterranean, paddled in the Baltic and if I get really physical and sweaty on this ride I may well swim in the Irish Sea too!

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Uppsala

Pedantic animal that I am, I should correct my description of the soprano in the role of Rosina in my last blog. I wrote:

“The singing and action is up there too! A wonderful lyric tenor and a bel canto soprano, belting it out!”

The correct singing style was “coloratura” not bel canto! Indeed both tenor and soprano demonstrated remarkable coloratura singing!

Yet again apologies as the picture yesterday was on its side! They are ALL of perfect orientation on the iPhone 4S! Would an iPhone 5 be the answer?

Anyway…..to my day in Uppsala

Sweden or at least Stockholm does not go in for bilingual signage – why should they, you may well ask? Well it is not easy for foreigners when the Swedish language is made up of words that have a minimum of 23 letters with jaw breaking, tongue twisting runs of vowels and consonants!

Most Swedes seem to speak excellent English, thankfully.

Yesterday was the first day in six weeks of atrocious winter weather so I wandered aimlessly through the equivalent of a Westfield shopping complex sitting on top of a train station. If I can get lost on a bike….

Who needs to venture into a natural wilderness when one can enter the retail equivalent via a cavernous street entrance with McDonalds on one corner and The Body Shop on the opposite and some hours later try to leave via a train platform that indicates the next express to Copenhagen departs in 23 minutes.

This intercity train to Uppsala is, as with all the trains travelled so far, moving at an extraordinary speed! Passing a train of equal speed in the opposite direction is scary!

Whereas the Spanish countryside was a blend of yellow/brown harvested cereal crops, green vineyards and olives trees, in Finland there are fields of harvested wheat, the vineyards and olive trees replaced by pine forests.

Uppsala is a delightful university town 80 km to the north of Stockholm. The oldest part, that on which the university is laid out, is a quiet, leafy cobblestoned village with a river meandering through the centre, extensive pedestrian thoroughfares lined with giant oaks all showing a tinge of autumnal colour. Millions of bikes! Lots of cafes, bookstores and in the very centre the oldest and one of tihe largest cathedrals in Sweden.

Being Saturday the village streets along the river and square were lined by a typical street market and fair with flower, craft and food stalls.

It seems to me, as a general rule, in Sweden, all ancient buildings, follow the same historical time line. Finished sometime during the 15th century each and everyone was subjected to destruction by the invading hordes of King Haaselblad the Photogenic.

They are rebuilt, then destroyed by the great fire of 1756 or thereabouts. The great grandson of King Haaselblad, Prince Ethelred the Unready, is crowned King and raises taxes to not only reconstruct the old castle but adds a cathedral and it is completed in 1861, give or take a few years.

Sadly King Ethelred is poisoned in the very year before completion, so his son, Crown Prince Eric, orders a mausoleum built in the gardens to bury his father. The new young King Eric, marries the Sultana of Arabia and fathers 38 children. He becomes known as Eric the Erect, an indication of the awe and respect of his loyal subjects due in no large part to the prodigious building program of castles, cathedrals and palaces. Indeed during his long reign he had built countless edifices which sadly were also subsequently plundered and destroyed then ravaged by fire in succession over the next few centuries.

King Eric the Erect, with his 38 offspring, not surprisingly set up the first child minding facilities to keep the children safe and well guarded – in Swedish “Kunder-garten” – hence the modern English term Kindergarten.

Returned back to Stockholm around 3pm to witness the Sweden half marathon starting with more than 20000 entrants!

For the last two evenings I have utilized the Sheraton gym and worked out for an hour on one of those computer exercise bikes. I set it up for an hour of “Aerobic” exercise . Fascinating and I may well consider investing in such a contraption upon my return to Adelaide, the more so as even after an hour of riding I did not get lost once!

Sunday I fly to Dublin and prepare for my County Cork Cycle adventure. I am looking forward to it the more so as after about 5 days in one spot especially a big city, I need to move on!

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A night at the Opera

The Barber of Seville – Rossini
Royal Swedish Opera

One of the most memorable nights at the Opera I have had! A grand performing space and a brilliant production.

It has been the ultimate in ensemble work although the one aspect that has shone for me has been the orchestra. I at times, will close my eyes at the theatre ( no you bastards it is not because it’s past my bedtime) and allow the music to engulf me without the action on stage intruding. I don’t want to use the word “distraction” because that is not the concept that I wish to convey.

Tonight I have had the sublime pleasure of hearing notes and instruments of which I have not been aware, at other performances – live or recordings! I wonder how much of this memorable night was the consequence of the acoustics of the Royal Opera House constructed on 1898!

The tempo seems “right”, each section of the orchestra in perfect unison and none overpowering the other. I say all of this without an iota of musical training, but after many years I can pick up a bum note!

The singing and action is up there too! A wonderful lyric tenor and a bel canto soprano, belting it out!

Silly me, I of course did not consider that the surtitles would be in a foreign language – Swedish!

It is one of the best operas as an introduction to the art. The cost of my ticket was no more expensive than a night at the opera in Australia.

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Stockholm archipelago

I am at the docks waiting to embark upon the Cinderalla II – I could not have asked for a better day. The sky is cloudless, slight chill to the breeze, bright sun. It would not be Sweden if there was not a underlying chill factor?

I am heading for the island of Sandhamn. You will have to Google map it! In fact suggest “Stockholm Archipelago” that should demonstrate the geography!

Several huge ocean going liners docked yesterday disgorging thousands. They have gone this morning!

This modern diesel powered boat has an innovative design – the pointy end elevates like a drawbridge. The boat docks front on , the bow raises and people quickly jump off and on and within minutes the boat reverses out and is on its way!

Europeans are much more pet friendly when it comes to travel. Happy Labrador pup waited at the bow excited and jumped off immediately boat touched the wharf bounding around tail wagging waiting for master (or mistress). I think it belonged to the Master of the ship.

There is a film crew on the island shooting, I was told, a TV police drama “Murder on Sandhamn”! Reminds me of the TV crew shooting an episode of “The Big Loser” when Osley and I were on Kangaroo Island.

I am not sure how businesses can make any money with most closing for at least 4 or 5 months of the year as indeed was the case on this island today despite it being a delightfully Autumnal day. There is in an old lighthouse which offers year round boutique accommodation, “as long as ice conditions permit”!

Similarly almost all the “shacks” appeared to be locked down or even worse, uninhabited. I put a toe in the water – the Baltic Sea – and it was surprisingly bearable. The vast majority of shacks and even substantial houses are of weatherboard construction, finished in a mission brown oil paint, white trim and
Terra-cotta roof tiles. This may seem repetitive and boring, it is neither, as the colour combination blends into the natural surroundings and the attraction lies thus in the variation in design of the buildings – all the more transparent when the basic colour scheme is common to all.

The island is only a few kilometers long as it is wide so I walked the perimeter. Then had lunch – chicken pasta – at 85 Kroner – a steal really. It does one good to have a fling occasionally.

Boat home in a hazy sunny dusk, reading “David Copperfield” – wonderful prose: “…..as respectable a mystery as any pyramid in Egypt”!

A few American couples on the return, discussing the day’s outing to the various islands of the archipelago:

“Where did you go?”
“Grisham”
“what was it like?”
“do you really want to know!” – moans the husband of one couple. “dreadful” he states, giving the thumbs down sign at the same time…. “it was just a nature reserve”! ….

I was stunned. There is not one brochure that does not clearly state that the islands of the Stockholm archipelago are “pristine natural wonderlands with delightful forests, beaches and quaint fishing villages”!

For goodness sake were they expecting a Macy’s or a Sear’s Robuck?

Tomorrow is forecast to be rain,windy and cold so I shall make it a museum day AND I have discovered that the Stockholm Opera season is in full swing and have booked a ticket to “The Barber of Seville” tomorrow’

Saturday I will train to the old University city of Uppsala.

Sunday I fly to Dublin to start the cycle holiday! I plan to admit to the locals that I am catholic one day and Protestant the next – that should be safe? Proving that at least as far as religion goes, I swing both ways!

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Stockholm post conference

The Spanish look Spanish, the Germans look German but the Swedes don’t look Swedish!

I could live in Stockholm – in the summer! It is a remarkable city, impossible for me, at least, to do it justice – I shall try. It is far too simplistic to describe Stockholm as “Berlin” on water”. Yet the buildings have the same strong, stable, imperious presence. It is however, by contrast, a city physically untouched by the Second World War.

I am not sure if there is a name for the architectural style of the buildings? They are constructed of stone, pleasingly symmetrical, “robust, strong” yet elegant. Slate roofs and copper clade spires. IKEA is the last description that springs to mind – these buildings look and feel as though they are built to last a thousand years.

There is nothing “small” about the buildings or indeed the city other than the narrow cobblestone alleys between these masonic monoliths on the small island of the original city – a few hundred metres long as it is wide. These narrow alley ways are the only similarity with Spain!

As well as the sense that the city is a series of suburbs separated by water, there are two beautiful green national parks (south and north) – the lungs of the city – cool restful forests of oak trees some more than 500 years old dotted with fairy tale palaces and grand homes on vast green carpets and baroque gardens. A cycle paradise !

I swallowed my pride, prejudice and prowess in the name of price and rented a “girly” bike for two days. Exactly the same as Berlin but with a handle bar basket thrown in. Anyway if I was to get lost, I may as well do it slowly, although on this bike, definitely not gracefully – which I did (get lost that is).

In summary over the last 2 days I cycled around 3 of the islands that are part of Stockholm, walked around the medieval island that is the original city, then cycled the south and north national parks.

As to lost, it is such an inevitable daily scenario, that I shall not bore you with the details of the numerous episodes, as to reasons, sadly they defy logic or an explanation.

Every city or region visited to date invariably has an “iconic” product aimed squarely at the tourists. Yet I found it hard to pin down such an icon for Sweden! Eventually it became obvious in the seething cobblestones streets of the old city: Viking headgear! For both men and woman it involved a metal cap with horns. The female version added long canary yellow plaits. ( think Wagner! ) Would Pamela like one?

I was surprised to discover that as well, for the discerning tourist, one can participate in

An ABBA walking tour – why would you as Mr Lacey would retort!

A Stieg Larsson tour ( Girl with Dragon Tattoo)

A IKEA tour – they drop you at the door and you make your own way but they supply directions.

Whilst I am guilty of zealous use of the iPhone as my camera, I consider that I am observant and appreciative of the wonderfully unique culture, architecture and social milieu in which I am fortunate to be. The reason for this observation is that I am moderately irritated and depressed by a significant number of tourists who seem to constantly aim, click and record without really “seeing” what they are looking at. It is as though they feel they are so rushed with so little time to see everything or indeed anything, that they adopt the approach of looking at the passing world through the view finder, rationalising that they can “look” at the sights when they get home! Sigh!

Tomorrow I am taking a boat ride exploring the archipelago. But the onset of Autumn has reduced sailing times. It’s amazing but true that the “season” lasts at best 4 months! The weather has been faultless – cloudy crisp mornings then about noon , bright sun cloudy sky till about 5 when temp drops and wind becomes rather biting!

It’s less than an hour till the launch of the iPhone 5 ! Do I want one? Do I need one?

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Stockholm conference

Medical matters

This blog will chat about the first two days of the conference and finish with a description of a fascinating session I attended combining music and neurology. Those of you who have no interest in either medicine or music can skip this blog.

The medical sessions have been interesting and of variable standard. From first class to “dodgy”. Rather perennial topics, familiar to my professional colleagues, were presented including choice of drugs in epilepsy, the dilemma of inflammation of the brain in multiple sclerosis, numerous sessions on dementia and finally movement disorders including Parkinsons Disease. There was much discussion on issues with respect to treatment for the broad range of neurodegenerative diseases. When to start, what to use, side effects.

There is a persistent curiosity in the unusual psychological manifestations of Parkinson’s Disease such as pathological gambling, hyper-sexuality and “punding”. As I don’t exhibit ANY of these unique characteristics, I am reassured that I don’t have early PD. This information together with my intact sense of smell, continues to reassure me that I am rather boringly normal after all.

In case you are too frightened to ask, “punding” is an almost addictive desire to collect things. So if you have a display cabinet at home containing teaspoons, thimbles, tea towels, old glass butter dishes, old money boxes, china dolls or even pre-worn AFL shorts, then seek immediate help from a neurologist, if you find one actually working and not overseas.

If by chance you collect both dolls and used AFL player football shorts, I would be very happy to assess you myself upon my return from overseas. I will squeeze you in to my busy working day.

I was flabbergasted when a Scandinavian specialist argued that ALL patients referred for possible dementia should have an MRI scan and or other complex and expensive scans, and if normal, then follow up with serial scans! The economic burden would be on par with the Greek annual budget.

Drug companies and Sponsors kiosks were similar to those in Australia. Interactive touch screens and iPads abounded! There was little objective scientific information easily obtained from the sophisticated marketing indeed naked commercialism of each booth.

I was amazed to see that many of the Sponsors booths which offered free coffee (barista style) displayed a laminated “warning” to those north American physicians that accepting such a trivial beverage, would require mandatory disclosure! How and why this disclosure should be done, was not specified.

The Afternoon drug company sponsored satellite meetings fairly blatantly pushed their newest wonder drug! Whilst I am critical of many aspects of medical practice in America, they are scrupulous about disclosure and at meetings such as this, held in the USA, all speakers will commence their presentation with a statement of disclosure.

I have babbled on far too long so the music session must become an encore to today’s blog!

Finally
$10 = 68 kroner !

Or to be more depressing

1 Kroner is about 15 cents ( on a good day!)

So how can I demonstrate that Sweden is bloody expensive? Easy ….
3 day bike hire (nothing flash- city tourer with flat handlebars)

590 kroner! ($85)

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Stockholm

I am living in the lap of unaccustomed luxury at the Sheraton Hotel Stockholm. My Adelaide travel agent explained that he had GREAT difficulty in finding a hotel for me and I assumed it was the demand in view of the medical conference. He explained that the only hotel he could find was the Sheraton at great expense! Oblivious to what he had exactly done on my behalf, it transpires that I am on the 7th floor in the Presidental Suite! I have a king size bed – PLEASE no predictable retorts. Breakfast is included and there is a lounge on the 7th floor that has a club room with food and facilities the equal of the Qantas Club! I have free food and drinks in the evening. It’s NOT really FREE when one considers the daily rate I am paying.

I have been for a Swedish spa and sauna on the first floor, in the evening after the conference and when I stand up and leave the sauna, I am VERY lightheaded, almost to the point of fainting, indeed it is an understatement to state that I feel more than a little queer. The reasons for this may be

a. Low blood pressure
b. High blood pressure
c. The Air France steward in the sauna with me
d. It’s not organic but a conversion reaction – a distinct possibility given that I have completed the Camino Trail
e. None of the above.

Now I know what it is to be a Cathay Pacific international pilot and have a “lay-over” in Paris or London or even Stockholm.

Stockholm is a city spread across 14 islands and is a cycling heaven. Once the conference is complete I will hire a bike and explore. Coming in to land on final approach it was breathtaking to see the multitude of small islands all quite green and scattered, yet close together, in the water!

The weather has been clear but with a definite bite to the air in the dusk and dawn. Good preparation for Ireland I suspect? The unit of currency is the Swedish Kroner – conversion about $1 = 6.5 Kroner. It’s still difficult to not feel that costs are very expensive when a coffee is 25 “of something”! Intuitively it seems $25!!

The thought has just struck me that possibly the financial centre of the brain is in the same area as the navigation centre? That surely would explain a lot?

Today is day 2 of the conference and I have been exceedingly ethical, indeed religious if I may be do bold, in my attendance. Which reminds me, I need to check to see if my wooden bedroom furniture suite has arrived from Rome.

I shall, in my next letter, turn to matters medical, but hopefully in a language that is, as your financial planner might state, “plain English”.


Graham

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Last day Berlin

My hotel

The Hotel Otto situated at Knesebackstrasse 10
d-10623 Berlin (www.hotelotto.com)

is a great place to stay when you visit Berlin. Its a 3 star establishment situated near public transport or a BRISK walk to the major things to see and do in Berlin.It is ideally situated in a suburb that is leafy, well to do with a vibrant street cafe scene and trendy shops – it has the feel of Norwood or Unley but without the CARS!

Moreover its not a ‘tourist’ orientated hotel as the breakfast crowd are locals. A good sign? How do I know ? Well I am the only one to speak English and for breakfast one can have any combination of fresh or tinned fruit so long as it is enveloped in a pancake, strudel or pastry. Optional ham and cheese as a side dish. Thankfully no CurryWurst!

Finally it is, for the disorientated, disorganised and compass challenged, a mere 20 minutes by the X09 bus from airport to a stop 200m from the hotel – not that 200m has not perplexed this peripatetic traveller before (that last sentence is not a double negative).

Financial hiccups! Predictably It appears that the Dept of Health pay office is not aware of my going and so no pay! Ominous if they cant sort it out before I get back! This despite filling in my Leave application twice and hand delivering it to the administration the month and again the week before I left.

Secondly on Tuesday had a message to phone the NAB card services , my VISA card had two debits for amounts of approximately 2800.00 give or take a few dollars! In other words more than 5600.00 dollars! I HAVE NO IDEA how this happened as I have not used it at any ATM or brought anything at shops using it and it has been in my safe keeping all the while. The NAB person told me that the amounts were to a company or site called ‘GO-DADDY’.

Then I considered the option that perhaps one of my straight male friends ( who would be cognisant of my credit card details – for example my accountant or financial planner) had been on some porn site for the older heterosexual male? Anyway quick action and the card is cancelled, new one issued and amounts credited.!

Museums

I have visited all those that I wanted to and observed all the others from the outside as well. As I had 4 hours to kill on Saturday (flight to Stockholm leaving 4.25 pm) I went to the museum of the GDR – the former East German State. A word of advice – avoid museums in Berlin on weekends the more so if it is raining, as it is today!

Have had a Bierenstuck for morning tea. Mandatory if I am travelling in Germany!

I am getting familiar with the excellent Berlin public transport on the very day I am leaving.

My single and overwhelming response to Berlin, is that I was constantly conscious of the fact that the awe inspiring buildings before me, apparently hundreds of years old, were rather beautiful reproductions, universally and lovingly restored over the last 80 years. This renewal activity continues frenetically to this day.

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A day with Aaron

Hannover and day with Aaron and his family.

At first I had assumed that it was so patently obvious that I was foreign, that on entering a shop I was greeted with an “Hul-lo” but it is increasingly apparent that this anglicized word is now almost universally used by the Germans to each other!

The tremendous influx of migrant workers has been predominately from Turkey and nowhere is it more obvious than the kebab shops!

Almost equal in number are the sidewalk “wurst” cafes, which reach new heights of culinary inventiveness in a “currywurst” sausage. Just as, on request, in Australia, your Baker’s Delight loaf can be hygienically mechanically sliced, so all wurst shops, without even asking your permission, submit your sausage to a mechanical, mathematically precise, division into bite size pieces. The extruded bits, in the off chance they may still be living, are finished off by drowning in a dollop of gravy and a heavy handed dusting of Keen’s curry powder and “Voila” a curry-wurst creation fit for a King!

Watching my intact sausage rapidly disappear into the metal cylinder and rapidly reappear at the other end, caused me to reflexly bend at the knees and wince!

The Berlin Tourist Booklet on “Museums of Berlin” lists a MUSEUM dedicated to the Wurst Sausage.

Yesterday during one of my numerous map reading pauses, a stranger approached me in the street and offered help – to my amazement he rather too quickly and almost too nonchalantly disclosed that he was a “surgeon”. I hasten to explain that I had not hinted in any way, at my profession. Spontaneously he described that he was Canadian with an Italian father. He based himself in Germany and for the past 9 years, flew where needed and when called, and his area of expertise was surgery: general as well as cardiac surgery and “transplants”!

He did not fit my concept of a surgeon, let alone a heart transplant one at that! He was rather unkempt, obese, long hair and almost nerdy. As we parted I thought “golly what ever he is taking its not working”! But to give him his credit, he is the ONLY human being in all of Germany to date that has precisely and expertly told me where to go!

Hannover

I took the train to Hannover to spend the day with Aaron. As we sped along in airline like comfort, the monitors displayed our speed which at times hovered around 200km/hr! I was suitably impressed until I learned at the Berlin Technological Museum, that such high speed trains, travelling at these speeds, were introduced as early as the 1980s!

The journey took 90 minutes.

Aaron is well and starts his Uni studies again in October. This being summer in the northern hemisphere, its the academic long holidays ( equivalent to our December/January). He is driving a bus for his Dad’s bus company. Once he returns to Uni his current plan is a Master degree in Geology/Hydrology. This will take 2 years and his plan is to complete the practical in 18 months then write it up finish it in Perth ( WA) and if it works out and he likes it back in Australia, he may well stay on to then do his PhD. I said I will keep a bike in the shed for him!

I had a delighful day without a hint of disorientation! Aaron and his family live in an Hobbit-like village a few km from the nearest town. It os very green with picturesque homes, barns that have been turned into homes and horse and donkeys and fields of corn and sugar beet, windmills … Aaron explained that the village,rather than dying and shrinking, is in fact thriving, as Hannoverians have their own ‘seachange’ and move out to the country.

I had an evening meal with his family and his mother is a delightful woman who loves to cook, so we had a special german treat called an “Onion Cake” . To describe it as an onion quiche would not do it justice. it was served with green salad and we had a sort of bubbly sweet wine!

Aaron’s younger brother, Sam, is leaving for Australia in 12 days! Plans a working holiday for 12 months! He is a real lie wire, an extrovert with the gift of the gab, and I am sure he will find his feet in Australia.

Friday is my day to visit a few more museums. Saturday I leave for Stockholm and a few days of medical conference. Don’t expect daily blogs!

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Random thoughts

Random thoughts from Berlin

Before I chat about the expedition to Potsdam, a few unrelated observations and comments.

A clever and funny iPhone spoof suggesting that the next iPhone was designed with the look and feel of a unique SLR camera whose sole purpose was to take spontaneous food shots! Google it! It’s sadly true even for me!

As I wander by foot and cycle around Berlin I am in awe of the architecture. Berlin itself is one huge inspiring city cathedral. Furthermore I am constantly reminded that all but 70 years ago, Berlin was like the ancient ruins of castles and cathedrals, razed to the ground by relentless allied bombing. Each building I stand before or meander through, has been loving and meticulously restored to its former glory! It is fantastic in the figurative and literal sense. Black and white pictures attest to the utter devastation and desolation of each building after the war.

Despite one’s expectation that the cost of living and prices would be more in Germany, compared to Spain, this is not the case. As judged by a coffee and croissant or any similar snack, at least in Barcelona, these were as costly if not occasionally, more so in Spain! I know you retort- they saw me coming!

I am sitting in the lounge at Berlin central station waiting to travel to Hanover for the day to meet Aaron ( German guy stayed in adelaide). On the TV there is news on launch of new Nokia smart phone running Windows 8. Why do all new technology launches involve a man with a head mic, jeans and black top ( shirt or skivvy) who paces up and down holding the aforementioned device in his hand, the screen of which is back projected? As far as I can recall all new product launches involving Microsoft, have been defined with glitches, crashes and frozen screens.

Finally for the benefit of my techno nerds , the Apple versus Samsung saga has muddied the waters somewhat.

The iPhone and iPad run a distinctive and presumably unique operating system, iOS – version 6 due for release soon.

The Apple Mac computers all run a version of UNIX – it is the same core code that forms the basis of Linux ( open source) and …. Android! This is the mobile version of Unix, developed by Google and running on almost all other smart phones. So underneath it all, the Apple Mac range, Linux, Ubuntu, all run a flavour of Unix and in a simplistic way android phones!

Now off my soap box and onwards to Potsdam.

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