Nuremberg

Trip Start Jun 19, 2008
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Trip End Oct 11, 2008


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Flag of Germany  , Bavaria,
Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Fuhrerunich (and our life of luxury with Mrs. Hayes), we made our way to a shady, slightly smelly hostel in Nuremberg. We spent the day getting lost on the tram, guided by a tricky 5th grader who spoke only German and demanded tips. Eventually, we made our way to the Documentation Museum, housed on the former Nazi party rallying grounds. Here, we learned more than one could ever hope to learn about the rise of Hitler and his various parties and groups (SS, SA, NSDA, SD, Hitler Youth, etc.). He succeeded in brainwashing an entire country with his "Führer Myth" (which pretty much makes him a superman/messiah figure), and as you know, the consequences were beyond scary. Most of the buildings of the rally ground only survive in pieces, if at all, but it is chillingnonethelesss. We learned about Hitler's use of not only rhetoric and propaganda, but alsomegalomaniacl architecture, use of lighting, etc.

On a lighter note...
After our first hostel-cooked meal in quite a while (thanks for that while, Mrs. Hayes!), we crawled into our nearly clean hostel beds for what we thought would be a good night's sleep. Wrong. Around 2 or 3 in the morning, our very hairy, very smelly Scottish roommate kicks the door open, flings off his clothes (all except the tight black underpants and 1 black sock), and screams "I DON'T GIVE A FUUUUUUUCK, YAAAAAHHHHWWWLLLL!!!!". Needless to say, we were startled into consciousness. Our night was punctuated with gargling snores, more sudden yowling, and screams of "GOOD BEEEEER!!!" and "F*** YEEAAHH!" while he tried to hump his pillow to death. Afraid to confront this crazy werewolf-like roommate, we just dealt with all of this. In the morning, however, as he quieted down and embraced an obvious hangover, we got a special kind of joy from crinkling our plastic bags, slamming our locker doors, speaking in loud voices, and intentionally zipping and unzipping every pocket of our bags. He acted like we were inconsiderate...before shuffling out of the room to pee in the shower. Not a good return to hosteling.
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