Posts Tagged ‘travel’

Ziploc bags in my drawer

August 1st, 2010

I’ve been traveling a bit too much recently.
Currency and travel

Other highlights from NY

June 26th, 2010

A week has gone since I’m back, but the highlights anyway:

  • the day I spent biking in NY. Good to know: there’s a bike path going all round Manhattan. I started off in the lower east village, took that bike path, rounded the coast along Battery Park, biked a little bit on the Hudson Highway (not great), and then crossed over onto the Hudson Trail, which goes all the way up. The first bit is not really scenic, with mostly warehouses and underpasses, but then the bike path becomes lined with grass and trees.
    I could have gone the same way back, but where would have been the fun in that ? So I went into the city, biked in Central park, and crossed my way down from there. I even biked through Time Square (which is on one of the bike paths). It actually felt safer than doing it in Brussels ! The streets are wider, the drivers marginally saner, and in some streets there are separate bike lanes. The main problem comes from pedestrians, who see the bike lanes as a convenient extension of the sidewalk. In Time Square, where there are throngs or people, this becomes a hazard.
  • Katz’s Deli: pretty well-known, mentioned in guides, and justly so. It’s a folksy place, with lots of pictures on the wall, as far from hip as you can possibly be. But they have great pastrami. I ordered a pastrami sandwich on rye bread, which came with pickles. The pastrami was warm, salty, juicy and delicious, the pickles were a nice green crunchy counterpoint (and they were salty too, not vinegared).
  • In one of my wanders, I passed a place called ‘The Doughnut Plant of New York‘. It didn’t look like much, just a counter, but there was a queue of people looking like addicts waiting for their fix. 10 minutes later, I knew why: doughnuts that literally melt in your mouth. That day I had lavendar and mango. I had no choice but to come back the next day: I had a carrot cake doughnut and a creme brulee doughnut.
  • In the ‘good beer pub’ category, the Blind Tiger is pretty decent. They had a Great Divide event going when I was there, so I didn’t feel like I’d wasted my time.
  • The MoMa and the Guggenheim. The MoMa is in a fantastic modernist building, and the collections are unique. If you ever wondered how Mondrian got to his square thing, or what stages Picasso went through, or what kind of work led Pollock to his drips, you can see the it displayed there. They had a temporary exhibition on Henry Cartier-Bresson, with fantastic pictures from his whole career. Where the MoMa is more 20th century, the Guggenheim has a foot in the 21st, and displays more conceptual artists as well as the ones we know. Interesting if a bit more demanding.
  • The Radio City Music Hall: it doesn’t look like much from the outside, but it’s Art Deco extravaganza by Rockefeller on the inside. There are guided tours, and ours was excellent, extravagantly gay and obviously into the whole broadway scene. The ceilings are actually gold plated (24carat), the light fixtures are amazing, everything is carefully preserved. It’s like a step on the movie set of a 30s pulp movie.

There, if you were wondering what to do next time you’re in the big apple (not likely).

I heart NY

June 16th, 2010

Last time I was in New York, I was 23, and with one of my best friends. We had both participated to an exchange program with an obscure college in Missouri, had lived abroad for the first time, had lots of fun, met many interesting people, fallen in young love (with other people), and had a happy time of it.

After the three months in Missouri, New York felt like back to civilization – proper cheese and proper bread, art, culture, and the tremendous liveliness of the place. I felt in love instantly, and told myself I would live in Manhattan for a while someday.

This time I’m 34, and on my own. I’m no closer to living in New York than I was then, maybe even farther away. So I was a bit apprehensive coming here – would the city be less attractive through the eyes of the person I had become ?

At first it seemed that way – my hotel in Chinatown right next to the train tracks, the smells of the overheated town …
But then I took a walk, and I felt the attraction again. What mostly makes the charm of NY city is the crowd. Ever moving, ever changing, always something to see. It’s 30 levels of people compressed into one level of street.

And of course, the monumental city forming the scene for all this human comedy. I took a swim through the crowds of Times Square, Central Park, Fifth Avenue …

On tuesday I started from Greenwich Village and walked through Soho. Greenwich Village has a certain amount of contrived charm, with chess tables on small crowded streets. Soho is a shopping district with nice architecture.

Then I walked over Brooklyn Bridge to Brooklyn. Last time I only criss-crossed Manhattan, so I’d promised myself to see Brooklyn (and maybe Queens).

Brooklyn has a very different feel from vibrant Manhattan. It’s clearly a more residential neighborhood. The streets are narrower and greener, the brownstone houses well kept, more children in the streets. The walk along the coast facing Manhattan affords a nice view of the financial district, but Brooklyn Heights itself is worth a wander, too.

Then, since the weather was fantastic, warm with a sea breeze, I piled on the sunscreen and went to see Coney Island. I took a long subway ride to get there, through nondescript apartment block country.

Coney Island is described in terms going from ‘tacky’ to ’seedy’. They’re not wrong. You get off the subway and you’re at the entrance of an old-fashioned theme park, with great wheel and rides and everything.

The theme park transitions smoothly to beach, the beach being lined with many multicolored stands selling drinks and foods.

The beach itself is nice and sandy. While I had a lot of fun photographing the extreme kitch, I did enjoy spending a few hours lying in the sand with a book. One can only absorb so much city. Something can be said for having a beach so close to home.

Back in Manhattan I concluded the evening by going to an Ukrainian restaurant, ending beautifully with a lethal piece of cheesecake.

Now tell me, what’s not to love ?

Baltimore and Washington

June 14th, 2010

Update: thanks Mark for the soundtrack :)

I’ve been slacking off on the blog front, I know.
The truth is that the last few months my life has been pretty much dominated by the fact that I was going to speak at a few conferences, which is still a pretty big deal for me. That and some deadlines have kept my mind otherwise occupied.

But I’m on holiday (yay), so it’s time to pick up the thread !
Last week I came to Baltimore for Railsconf. Baltimore, Maryland is a sizable city about 100km away from Washington. It used to be one of the most important ports of the US, and a large naval base. It has the largest colored population of all US cities.

I was staying downtown, where the conference was also taking place, in a district of mostly uninspired high rises. My first impression was not very favorable – downtown Baltimore seeming fairly lacking in personality.

I visited a fairly crazy museum: American Visionary Art, which displays art by people who 1. have had no training 2. have a screw loose in one of many ways. In a strange way, when they have religious vision, or in a good way, when they’re freedom activists, or in a conventional ways, when they make giant pink poodles or steam liners made out of tooth picks. There was an excellent little collection of automata and I had a great time pushing the buttons to see them in motion.

My first perception of Baltimore changed when locals took us out of that center and to midtown, where you have elegant old brick houses, and an active night life.
The same goes to Fell’s point, which is a picturesque (to the point of theme park-ness) little square with bars and shops. The houses here were small brick houses, with the feel of an old worker’s neighborhood. Those places (and the very decent foods and beers) changed my perception somewhat.

Still, the city gives an impression of fragility. 2 streets away from Fell’s point, you arrive in a wasteland of abandoned warehouses. People told me expressly not to wander off, to make sure I knew where I was going.
Even in the more affluent neighborhoods, many people, predominantly black, idle about, eyes vacant. An impression of apathy. One of my fellow conference goers told me that he saw many crack addicts (since I don’t know the signs, I can only believe him).

So yes, mixed impressions from Baltimore. The weather was hot and muggy for a few days, then a storm cleared up the air and it was fresher for a few days.

After Railsconf I took the train to Washington. Washington, the seat of power – the center (‘The Mall’) all done in neoclassicist style, clearly wanted to style itself the new Rome. As tasteful and understated as those things usually are, propaganda made out of steel and concrete.

Still, you have to admire the fact that they made a number of monumental museums right there between the Capitol and the White House, free for all. Not only is that great by itself, but it’s also an expression of the will to share the plenty with everyone.

The weather stayed very hot my whole stay – constant sweating and diving into coffee shops along the way for a breath of cooled air and frappuccino’s, smoothies of ice coffees to lower the body temperature.

I walked around the Mall the first day – it’s monumental, and it honestly takes an hour to walk it end to end. At night I joined up with the only other Belgians I met at Railsconf for a meal.

The next day I saw some of the Natural History Museum, fossils, dinosaurs and meteors !
I joined with the other Belgians to see the Flight and Space Museum, which is a little child’s dream, full of restored planes and rockets from all stages of human flight. We even did a round on the flight simulator, which was fun, though it made me understand why fighter jet pilots need to be realy fit – 3 minutes being shaken and turned upside down takes some energy out of you, and that’s without the stress of a real mission.

After that I walked off to Dupont Circle, which is another neighborhood, completely different from the stately downtown. Its a leafy residential neighborhood, with a distinct aura of hipness.

Then I joined a friend at a barbeque of one of his friends in GeorgeTown. Georgetown is also very much on the hip end of the spectrum, lots of shops and activity on saturday night, everything in fake old brick houses.

The crowd at the barbecue was quite cosmopolitan – you realize that Washington really is a pole of attraction. There were people working with NASA, World Bank, WHO, NATO, but all very clearly in their off time and having fun. Nice crowd.

Next day I walked all over Washington, visiting Chinatown, seeing the National Portrait Gallery (nice, funny how art can sometimes cheer you up), walked again to Dupont Circle where I had coffee with my friend.

Washington’s metro and I didn’t gel at all. Washington has the subway of the future – grey, clean, uniform. And very low light, it’s a bit as if you’re walking in a boring black and white nightmare. London and New York’s subways are more my cup of tea, hubristic, chaotic, slightly dirty concrete and tile.

After that I continued my sweaty walk up Embassy Row, where most embassies are located. This was yet another category of neighborhood, mansions with leafy gardens emulating many different styles, dog walkers, joggers.

I ended the day by going to Ben’s Chilli Bowl, in a more popular neighborhood – an old-fashioned fast food with a loud and cheerful crowd, and good chili.

I noticed back at home that not only had I a nice collection of blisters, but the top skin of my feet was burned raw red. Oh well.

Today, I’m on my way to New York for a few days. As I’m writing this, I’m sitting in a comfy, air conditioned Amtrak train. I’m looking forward to seeing New York again – it’s been a long while.

Moving abroad doesn’t make you happy

August 16th, 2008

around the worldOr unhappy.
There’s lot’s of valid reasons to move abroad, and it’s an educational experience – but i would advise against moving abroad because you’re vaguely dissatisfied and think somehow it will be better out there.
Been there, done that. This is what i learned.

FACT: people are the same everywhere. The cultural undercurrents are different, but you get the same shares of nice people and narrow-minded stupid people. If anything, less prosperous or war-scarred countries might make it more difficult to find out who are the nice ones.

FACT: to put it bluntly: you stay yourself. The ability to be happy depends largely the ability to make the best of what you’ve got, to see the positive side of things, and to be able to spend a time doing things you like. That works wherever you are.
The psychological luggage that makes your life what it is just now will be with you when you get off the plane. If you want to be happy anywhere, you need to work on that as well, not just move and think you will be a new you.

FACT: change of scenery also means change of habits, assumptions. You’ll need to get into the local culture and history to really start to get half of the casual conversations. Think of film references, jokes based on advertisements from 20 years ago, religions and childhood figures. Open-mindedness: position of females, outlook on homosexuality, other aspects vary widely.

It might be even more of a shock in the US or Australia, where people look like us, talk a familiar language, but definitely have a different culture. Not to underestimate.

Most conversations will start with ‘where are you from?’, which can get annoying after a while. Also, while being a foreigner makes you attractively exotic, it also makes you a bit of an outsider. A lot of expats end up ghettoing away with their own countrymen, just because the effort it takes to get past those barriers.

FACT: it takes time to build a new support cast. You will miss what’s going on in the lives of your current friends and family. A loving group of people you understand is also an important component of being happy, for most people. That will only come clear to you after a few months, when the excitement wears off, in what’s known to most expats as the first bout of homesickness.

So anyway, it’s not that easy. It’s better to start for the right reasons (job opportunities, nature, weather), and with reasonable expectations. Then the experience will be worth it.