Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Krakow, Poland

In my round-the-world journey in the spring of 2003, I travelled by train across Russia, enjoying the sights to see in the cities of Vladivostok and Moscow. I hope I have described these adventures adequately, as I now turn to the sights I saw in Poland.
In my first year teaching in Korea, I had made many good friends. One of these, an English girl I'll call Alice, was at that time living and teaching in the city of Krakow. As I was in the neighbourhood (the European continent), I decided to take up her offer of a place to stay while I visited.
But first, some history (Yay!).
Poland first came together as a nation in the late 10th century, when various Slavonic tribes in the Vistula River basin merged. There were two centuries of internal strife and civil war that followed, but the nation's fortunes began to rise with the 1320 restoration of Krakow as the capital.
In 1386, the country was united with Lithuania when that country's Grand Dule, Ladislas, married Poland's queen, Jadwiga. This family's descendants ruled until the 1570's, and is credited with beginning Poland's golden age. The Poles expanded to the north and east, and defeated the Teutonic Knights (a great rival) at the Battle of Tannenburg in 1410.
Poland became Europe's granary, supplying much of its food. It was a country where the kings were elected, and the parliaments held most of the power. The great wars that disrupted life in the 17th and 18th centuries sapped much of Poland's strength, and the country was partitioned by Austria, Prussia, and Russia until it disappeared from the map. 
There were many uprisings that followed, as the Polish people fought to regain their independence. This was not to occur until the aftermath of World War I, when the Poles were able to carve territory from revolutionary Russia and defeated Germany.
Poland disappeared from the map once again during World War II, and had to sruggle for freedom during the years it was a satellite of communist Russia. The Solidarity movement, born in the shipyards of Gdansk, eventually helped bring about the end of the Soviet empire.
There are many sights to see in Krakow, not the least of which is the castle that dominates the old town, called the Wawel (pronounced Vavel).



Alice's apartment had an excellent view of this castle from just across the Vistula River, only partly spoiled by the floating tour boats tied up on the bank.



The Wawel, according to legend, sits atop a dragon's den, and there is a metal sculpture of the dragon as it looked in its heyday, complete with real flames occasionally shooting from its mouth.
There are two seperate entrances, on the east or west sides. Walking up the east side, you pass through a massive gate beside a six story tower covered in ivy.

 
 


The battlements overlook the river, and the buildings are well preserved. This is where the kings of Poland ruled for over three centuries, and where the Nazi governer Hans Frank instituted a reign of terror and became directly involved in the mass murder of Polish Jews.
Tourists can "customize" their tour so that they can see what they want, and pass over the rest. Perhaps the best sights to see are the State Rooms, and the Private Apartments, which give a good idea of how the kings used to live. There are fabulous works of art, furniture, and architecture that are literally "jaw-dropping."
The armoury houses a vast collection of various types of weaponry, including swords, cannon, and musketry.



On the west side of the castle is the cathedral, which is just as interesting, and with just as much to see. There are no less than 18 chapels built as additions to the main building, featuring artwork, statuary, and tombs for many of Poland's kings and queens, bishops, and other notables. It was quite something to see the tombs of Ladislas II and his queen, who I had written about in a university paper 15 years previously. To actually see their final resting place, as well as the castle they ruled from, is something the historian in me cannot adequately describe in words.
After all that, I needed a drink. It is fortunate that Krakow has many places to rest and relax after doing "the tourist thing." We will explore them, and much more again soon.    

Battlestar: Galactica Spoiler Alert

So let me get this straight.
Starbuck...
was a ghost?!

Puppy Update

Just a short note, as work at school is very heavy right out of the gate. Complaints to the profs elicit no sympathy, so I just get on with it.
I just wanted to say that the dog I talked about in "A Mystery" has shown up safe and sound, still in the yard of the mooks across the alley.
It was let out into the yard to do its business, saw me doing some yard work, and charged, barking away noisily with the owner in tow. The dog didn't mind her. He stopped short when I confronted him and ran away when I advanced, so I don't think it's too dangerous. The yard is still open to the neighbourhood, so I wonder if the mooks don't let it run around free to do its business anywhere and everywhere. I'm not there to keep tabs anymore, so I can't say for sure.
Nice to know it didn't end up as coyote shit, though.

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Korean Interlude


   I just watched a History Channel documentary about the Trans-Siberian Express. I downloaded it from eztv.it. It was fascinating to see the photos from the history of its building as well as contemporary shots that reminded me of my trip.
The next columns will be about my travels in Poland, but I'm not sure as to the schedule, as I go back to school next week. I'm looking forward to getting back to class after a summer of boredom.
I did get a lot of TV in.
 
World Adventurer (December 19, 2003 Chautauqua)

 

   As my plane took off from Moscow's Sheretmetyevo Airport en route to Krakow, Poland, I reflected on how far I had come on my journey. I had left Korea by ferry, rode the rails in Japan, crossed the East Sea once again by ferry, and travelled the Trans-Siberian Express across the continent of Asia, from one end of Russia to the other.

   Since that time, I have returned to the starting point, and am once again teaching English to little monsters... er, adorable Korean children.

   In the months before I left Korea in the spring, a crisis had blown up over the revelation that North Korea had re-started its nuclear program, and was threatening the world with missiles equipped with atomic warheads.

   In this corner of the world, several important nations border the Korean peninsula. To the north lies Russia's Far Eastern provinces. To the west looms not-so-Communist-anymore China. To the east are the islands of Japan. All of these countries are attempting to bring North Korea to the bargaining table, but the North (and its erratic leader, Kim Jong-Il) are pursuing negotiations with the one country that matters to them: the United States. The North's most pressing demand is for a non-aggression treaty that will guarantee their freedom from invasion.

   The Americans (and their even more erratic leader, George W. Bush) are pre-occupied with the Middle East, and are not paying enough attention to what is being said.

   The Americans have been a very strong presence here ever since the 1950-53 Korean War. In recent months, they have tried to re-position their forces so that more will be available for duties in Iraq. The main U.S. base in the capital of Seoul is in the process of being re-located south of the city, as are some of the units that patrol the de-militarized zone.

   The relations between South Korea and the U.S. have been strained of late over these preparations, and anti-American sentiment has been building ever since two Korean girls were killed by an American tank last year. Things were not improved when a G.I., allegedly driving under the influence, was involved in a hit-and-run that left a Korean woman dead.

   Also weighing heavily on the relations between the two countries is the American request for Korean combat troops to assume duties in Iraq. The government has been attempting to come up with a response to this request with little success.

   All of Korea, including the government, have been caught up in a scandal involving illicit campaign funds being paid to both parties during last year's presidential election. The loser in that election, Lee Hoi-chang, recently returned from a holiday in the U.S. and said he was "shocked, shocked" that the president would be involved in something like this.  It was ironic that he himself was under investigation not more than a week later.

   When I first came to Korea, I was told that this is how they do business here, and that they are all corrupt: government, businessmen, everybody. Well, the man that told me that was an idiot, but it is still very distressing to wake up to a new set of charges seemingly every day now.  There used to appear occasionally in the paper a section called "Scandal Round-Up." That headline is not so funny to me as it used to be.

   Life is pretty good for me in Korea at this time, I must say.  I have a nice place to live. I am making a decent wage, and managing to save a little. The kids that I teach can be a handful at times, but I like them, and I think they like me.  The weather here has been pretty good, for the most part. Living close to the sea has its advantages, not the least of which is the ability to just sit and watch the waves.

   And Christmas is coming! There is a lot more "Christmas-y" stuff in evidence this year here than formerly. Mostly it's Santas and trees, but it just makes me miss being home all the more. I hope all my friends, family, and readers in Alberta have a happy holiday season.

   There are many other things going on in Korea at this time, not all of them as dire as the headlines.   I will tell you about them soon, including my own personal experiences at a Korean wedding.

   Next time, however, I will pick up the threads of my ongoing story as I land in the ancient, former capital of Poland: Krakow.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Comments

I've had a coupla stupid comments sent to me.
Flint wrote the response I would have used over at Flint's Follies, so go there if you're not too fucking lazy.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

A Tale of Lust

Flint's recent post about not shitting where you eat made me think about a situation when I was in peril.
I was working in a restaurant that employed a blonde waitress who was absolutely beautiful. She reminded me of Marilyn Monroe, and she did dress up as her one Halloween (her boyfriend was dressed as JFK). That night, I kept thinking about strategically placing a fan in a position to blow her dress up over her head.
That Christmas, she and her boyfriend went somewhere sunny, because she was very tan when she got back. I kept wondering if it was an all-over tan, and when she mentioned that she'd been to a nude beach, I was in danger of completely losing focus several times during service that night.
I was besotted, and having dangerous thoughts about expressing my feelings. I was wandering around, wrestling with my conscience, and generally having a real tough time. It didn't help when I found a swimsuit catalogue that featured a model who looked a lot like this waitress. Seeing pictures of her in the almost altogether didn't do much for my cool.
Well, waitresses attract suitors like a flower attracts bees, and this woman was no exception. I remember one middle-aged businessman coming back to the restaurant time after time, always wanting to sit in her section, and even going so far as to bring her flowers.
One night he convinced her to let him sit with her at the staff table, and she implored me to help her out, and never let them sit there alone. I would have done anything for her at this point, but something happened as I sat there watching him watching her. I could see myself in that same position, as being practically the same guy, mooning about like a lovesick calf for someone who had absolutely no idea, and no inclination in that direction.
She was embarrassed by this guy's attentions, and it came to me that she would be just as embarrassed by my own attentions. It blew my mind, and I was never in any peril after that. I'm glad now that we were both spared the humiliation that would have occurred if I had been stupid enough to declare myself.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Global Does It Again

Fuck up, that is.
Yesterday, the national evening edition featured a report on Prince Harry's latest shenanigans in Las Vegas. The anchor, Dawna Friesen, reported the "facts" as they had been outlined in a report from TMZ, and then talked to another reporter "on the scene" in England for the reaction from Brits and the Royal family.
Who the fuck cares about this shit?!
A young man behaves badly in Las Vegas. Where the fuck is the news in that kind of story? It must happen all day, every day, and so many times that reporting on all of them would be a full time job. That's why we have organizations like TMZ, scum and carrion eaters who delve into the muck and bring up the shit for assholes who like that kind of crap to glory in.
I've always hated paparazzi ever since they killed Princess Diana, and I've tried to ignore the bile that they spew. But now, here is a national news organization, one that is supposed to be dedicated to reporting the news, bringing this crap into my home and spreading it all over my nice clean floor.
I've been watching Aaron Sorkin's new show, "The Newsroom," where he does for cable news what he did for the presidency in "The West Wing." He idealizes the situation, and presents people trying to do a good job, in contrast to how things are perceived in real life. The latest episodes feature the news team having to report on the Casey Anthony trial as a sop to the network, so that they can get ratings, and get a chance to host a Republican party debate. The tabloid journalism gets to them, and they eventually redeem themselves, and get back to "real reporting."
If only real life could reflect the ideal presented on TV sometimes.
Sigh.