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OST-EUROPA-MOTORRADTOUR #4: Prag, die Goldene Stadt

Prag, die goldene Stadt, wurde einst wegen den vergoldeten Kirchturmdächer so benannt. Diese Zeiten sind vergangen. Waren es Könige, Adlige und reiche Händler, die vor Jahrhunderte Gold und Ruhm in die Stadt brachten, sind es nun Massen von Touristen, die ihr Geld in die Stadt tragen. Trotz all dem Rummel; Prag ist noch immer ein Besuch wert, wie ich feststellen durfte.

Schon die Anfahrt von Süden, mit Zwischenstopp in Pilsen, hatte was erhabenes. Über einen Hügel rollend, erblickte ich die Stadt mit dutzenden Kirchtürmen unter mir. Eingebettet zwischen Hügeln, breitet sich die Stadt beidseitig der Moldau aus. Ich beeilte mich bei meiner Unterkunft einzuchecken, um die berühmte Karlsbrücke vor Sonnenuntergang zu erreichen. Goldenes Licht flutete über die Köpfe der Brückenbesucher. Mahnend dunkel hoben sich die religiöse Skulpturen vom rotflammenden Himmel ab. Die Burg im Hintergrund zog sich langsam in die Dunkelheit zurück.

Natürlich klapperte ich am Tag die Sehenswürdigkeiten ab. Rathaus-, Markt- und Kirchplätze, genau so wie Uferpromenade, Brücken oder Einkaufsstrassen. Ob zu Fuss, mit Tram oder Pferdekutsche, hinter jedem Ecken wartet eine neue Besonderheit Prags. Eine der Besonderheiten war ein alter Freund und Reisegenosse, der extra den langen Weg unter die Räder seiner Honda nahm, um mit mir einige Stunden in der altehrwürdigen Stadt zu verbringen. Wir schlenderten zu Schloss hoch, beobachteten amüsiert eine Wachablösung der Garde und drängten uns mit hunderten anderen Stadtbesucher durch das ‚goldene Gässchen‘. Und natürlich durfte Kaffepausen und Abendbiere mit endlosem Austausch von Reiseerlebnissen nicht fehlen.

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August 31, 2017August 31, 2017 by Rene Bauer Categories: culture, europe, history, portrait, reportage, tradition, UncategorizedTags: biketrip, centraleurope, city, czechrepublic, easteurope, europe, history, honda, motorbike, prag, sighseeing, town, Travel Hinterlasse einen Kommentar

The Salt Factory

Ketwa, famous for his salt lake and traditionally production (see my last blog) has also an old salt factory. It was build and operated by a German company, but failed cause of wrong material used. It did simply rusted apart due the salt water. The government has new plans, but nothing happen yet. The manager kindly let me in for photos and showed me around, explained me the history and new plans of this factory.

Februar 24, 2017Februar 24, 2017 by Rene Bauer Categories: Africa, history, reportage, travel, uganda, Uncategorized, urbanlife, waterTags: Africa, africaoverland, factory, history, ketwa, overland, overlandafrica, reportage, ruins, salt, saltfactory, Travel, uganda, work Hinterlasse einen Kommentar

Kigali Genocide Memorial

At entrance gate every passenger has to get off the vehicles for security check. After the car is parked a friendly staff at reception welcomed me with a smile and explained me there is a photography fee of 20 US$ inside the museum building, but outside it’s free to take pictures. Due the low light in the exhibition rooms i decided to focus on the stories, and taking only few shots from outside.

Just behind the welcome hall a room with rows of chairs is prepared to show an introductory movie. A brief overview of the history and some heartbreaking stories of survivors of genocide brings the viewer goosebumps.

In the museum a path leads from display to another, shows photos and and explanations on big boards or short movies on screens. Another room displayed stained clothes, broken skulls and piles of bones from victims of this horrible time.

The head full of thoughts and impressions i took a short walk trough the area. There are mass graves on terraces just beneath the museum. Some dried roses laying on the concrete lid of the graves and names of victims are carved in the stoney board next to it.

In the small, but pretty rose garden a few blossoms are left. And almost as sign for the future, the sun breaks finally trough the clouds and shines on the red flowers.

Februar 5, 2017 by Rene Bauer Categories: Africa, flower, history, reportage, rwanda, UncategorizedTags: Africa, garden, genocide, genocidememorial, graves, history, kigali, memorial, museum, rose, rwanda, Travel Hinterlasse einen Kommentar

Bagamoyo – Old Town

Despite the sleepless night, caused by noisy neighbors, i wanted use the soft morning light for photos in Old Town Bagamoyo. Along the empty streets are old colonial houses, some were more important than others, but all witnessed the history of the town. I didn’t came very far as a young guy stopped me photographing. A self called tour guide wanted to sell entry tickets for an historical building. I refused to get inside and went on. He insisted i have to buy those tickets even i make photos of buildings from outside. Since i stay on public road when i make my photos i don’t have to pay any fee for it, i explained him. A older guy joined in, indicated himself as ‚officially‘ representative of Ministry of Tourism, and threaten me with a fine and arresting. In the entire „old town“ it’s forbidden to make photos without a paid permit. He couldn’t tell me where exactely the „old town“ begins or ended, though. Also my questions about private houses, nature things as trees or public buildings like churches or mosques couldn’t he answer. But he keeps following me for quite awhile and bothered me with threats. One of the few bad experiences in Tanzania, which treats me normally with big hospitality. Okay, i tell myself, Bagamoyo doesn’t like me, so i go on. Within an hour i was on the road again…

Januar 30, 2017Januar 30, 2017 by Rene Bauer Categories: Africa, history, HOPE, humansofplanetearth, reportage, tanzania, travel, Uncategorized, urbanlifeTags: Africa, bagamoyo, buildings, colonialstyle, history, oldtown, tanzania, town, Travel, trees 2 Kommentare

Photo shooting with Maasai woman

The idea was to travel to the Maasai village of her family to make photos in genuine Maasai dresses. Unfortunately we didn’t make it so far, but found nice location around Arusha for photo shooting…

Oktober 9, 2016 by Rene Bauer Categories: Africa, HOPE, humansofplanetearth, landscape, nature, portrait, reportage, tanzania, tradition, travel, Uncategorized, urbanlifeTags: action, Africa, Arusha, cars, culture, daily life, friends, fun, girl, history, model, nature, people, photoshooting, project, Travel Hinterlasse einen Kommentar

Visitors from India

A few years back i met that nice lady in Bangalore who invited me to her family stay. Now she’s on a trip trough Europe and i had the honor to meet her again in Zurich for one day. There was a lot to catch up, so we had coffee and chat with her friends who accompany her. Between all the luxurious shops on the famous Bahnhofstrasse we bumped in a guy offering „free hugs“. Big fun and bright smiles guaranteed.

Despite the cool temperature and overcast we had a stroll trough the inner city, seen some ancient spots and cultural highlights. The weekly flea market caught the attention of the visitors. Just before the rain started we made it back to the main train station, where the local „Oktoberfest“-party started…

Oktober 2, 2016Oktober 2, 2016 by Rene Bauer Categories: europe, gastronomy, HOPE, humansofplanetearth, portrait, reportage, switzerland, tradition, travel, Uncategorized, urbanlife, waterTags: action, culture, daily life, dirndl, fleamarket, food, freehugs, friends, fun, history, india, music, oktoberfest, party, people, portraits, river, skyline, switzerland, tourism, tourist, Travel, zurich Hinterlasse einen Kommentar

Diamond Ghost Town Kolmanskoop

It’s a ghost city near Luederitz. Wind blows trough shattered windows, brings sand in, carry old dreams away. Diamonds were found here, and still get found in these area. Tourguides tell about the old days, about the incredible wealth they experienced here, about the lucky ones and the harsh circumstances for collecting those shiny stones.