I went out last night, as you might come to expect, because apparently in Dresden the good nights are Friday, Saturday and Monday. I had wanted another night off, but the nice hostel lady has informed me that Mondays are the new black. It would be rude not to go out.
So I’m sitting in a popular and rowdy bar called Rosies, which is a favourite for the young local crowd and students alike. It’s a great place, with an eclectic mix of people and music, and I’ve settled in the smoking section which is playing some quality swing. The DJ is sporting braces, slick back hair and Buddy Holly frames, and totally looks the part. It’s not long before I’ve fallen into conversation which a very attractive tall blonde German girl. Then it all goes a bit weird.
She’s flirting outrageously with me and practically demanding I look at her breasts. Her male friend is informing me she is a serious tease and I need to be careful. She’s then whispering to me how much she adores giving blow jobs, before regaling me with a tale of how she once had four guys at the same time. “Dat was hard vork” she enthuses. Classy.
As horrible a thought as that is, she’s still gorgeous, but after spending a couple of hours batting her eyes at me she suddenly goes cold and informs me that she doesn’t do that anymore. If she came back with me she “couldn’t trust herself” and has been promising to reform and not be so slutty. She wants a relationship and to walk away from her twisted porn star past. What a catch. Still I’m slightly disappointed. Don’t judge me. You would have been too.
There are no curtains in my dorm room so I’m baked awake by bright sun. I’m still alone, as nobody has checked into my dorm room. This seldom happens, but it’s nice I’m paying dorm prices with my own key and nobody to rummage through my underwear pocket. Not that they would; but there are creepy folk out there. Just sayin’. I rise and check the map.
Curry & Co is apparently the best Curry Wurst and award winning chips you can buy in Germany. This I need to give a go. I take a leisurely stroll through Northern Dresden with camera in tow. This is the hipster area of the city, with good looking people, bars, clubs, record shops and street art. As it was less bombed than its Southern counterpart over the river, it is actually older than the ‘old town’, with many buildings a painted expression of freedom after the wall fell. Being in the East, this city was under Soviet control, and most people over a certain age speak Russian as their second language. However it was the allied destruction of the city that left the most scars, which if you take some time to read about, you will discover was totally necessary and bordering on a war crime. Dresden is a culture capital and it’s wonderful to see it rebuilt from the ashes of the firestorm.
A group of Dresdeners came together to raise funds to rebuild the Lutheran Frauenkirche; a beautiful church in the city centre. Totally destroyed with bombs, a British charity was also set up to help repair it. One of the gifts they made was an eight metre high gold cross and orb, which was constructed with medieval nails taken from the ruins of Coventry Cathedral, also reduced to rubble in similarly horrific raids. Part of this was crafted by the son of one of the pilots who took part in the bombing. Coventry and Dresden are now twin towns. An uplifting story indeed. If you get the chance, I suggest a visit to this beautiful city; and being only two hours from Prague, I’m considering it a possible spot to one day rest my weary bones.
Dresden and Co
I went out last night, as you might come to expect, because apparently in Dresden the good nights are Friday, Saturday and Monday. I had wanted another night off, but the nice hostel lady has informed me that Mondays are the new black. It would be rude not to go out.
So I’m sitting in a popular and rowdy bar called Rosies, which is a favourite for the young local crowd and students alike. It’s a great place, with an eclectic mix of people and music, and I’ve settled in the smoking section which is playing some quality swing. The DJ is sporting braces, slick back hair and Buddy Holly frames, and totally looks the part. It’s not long before I’ve fallen into conversation which a very attractive tall blonde German girl. Then it all goes a bit weird.
She’s flirting outrageously with me and practically demanding I look at her breasts. Her male friend is informing me she is a serious tease and I need to be careful. She’s then whispering to me how much she adores giving blow jobs, before regaling me with a tale of how she once had four guys at the same time. “Dat was hard vork” she enthuses. Classy.
As horrible a thought as that is, she’s still gorgeous, but after spending a couple of hours batting her eyes at me she suddenly goes cold and informs me that she doesn’t do that anymore. If she came back with me she “couldn’t trust herself” and has been promising to reform and not be so slutty. She wants a relationship and to walk away from her twisted porn star past. What a catch. Still I’m slightly disappointed. Don’t judge me. You would have been too.
There are no curtains in my dorm room so I’m baked awake by bright sun. I’m still alone, as nobody has checked into my dorm room. This seldom happens, but it’s nice I’m paying dorm prices with my own key and nobody to rummage through my underwear pocket. Not that they would; but there are creepy folk out there. Just sayin’. I rise and check the map.
Curry & Co is apparently the best Curry Wurst and award winning chips you can buy in Germany. This I need to give a go. I take a leisurely stroll through Northern Dresden with camera in tow. This is the hipster area of the city, with good looking people, bars, clubs, record shops and street art. As it was less bombed than its Southern counterpart over the river, it is actually older than the ‘old town’, with many buildings a painted expression of freedom after the wall fell. Being in the East, this city was under Soviet control, and most people over a certain age speak Russian as their second language. However it was the allied destruction of the city that left the most scars, which if you take some time to read about, you will discover was totally necessary and bordering on a war crime. Dresden is a culture capital and it’s wonderful to see it rebuilt from the ashes of the firestorm.
A group of Dresdeners came together to raise funds to rebuild the Lutheran Frauenkirche; a beautiful church in the city centre. Totally destroyed with bombs, a British charity was also set up to help repair it. One of the gifts they made was an eight metre high gold cross and orb, which was constructed with medieval nails taken from the ruins of Coventry Cathedral, also reduced to rubble in similarly horrific raids. Part of this was crafted by the son of one of the pilots who took part in the bombing. Coventry and Dresden are now twin towns. An uplifting story indeed. If you get the chance, I suggest a visit to this beautiful city; and being only two hours from Prague, I’m considering it a possible spot to one day rest my weary bones.