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  • Cologne Bonn Airport to Cologne City Centre

    Cologne Bonn Airport to Cologne City Centre

    The signage at Cologne Bonn airport was broadly pretty poor and the only other airport that I’ve experienced this is at Berlin Brandenburg. Between the plane and arrivals, I was following other passengers and they, including different people, went wrong on three occasions. Now, I go wrong a lot when I get muddled up, but there was mass confusion here. Well, maybe I exaggerate mass, but it adds to the drama. I suspect that people don’t tend to much think about good signage that’s been well thought out, because they just naturally follow it and get to where they want.

    Either way, things didn’t much improve after getting into the arrivals area. In the above photo, there is a very difficult to see sign for the S-Bahn but you’d never walk down that bit as there are barriers, the passenger route is to the right where there is no signage. But, I’m an experienced walking route navigator, so I had a plan to just keep going and I was confident I’d end up somewhere. Maybe not where I wanted, but I’d end up somewhere.

    Fortunately, I managed to find the railway station without going wrong, although it was further away than I had anticipated.

    And finally nearly there….

    There’s the one that I want, the 22:54.

    The platforms were longer than I had anticipated when I saw the trains in the distance.

    That’s the 22:32 train to Koblenz on the right and by this time, it was 22:39. I realised I could get that delayed train, so I decided to get on it.

    It all looked mostly clean, there were power points and I thought this was working out. The train evidently wasn’t going anywhere fast, but I am a very patient person. For two or three minutes anyway. Then there was an announcement at 22:54, some angry faces and 90% of people got off and boarded another train.

    They boarded this train, the one I was originally meant to be on originally, so I joined them as part of the passenger stampede. Of course, the train we were all on then promptly left and there were some angry German words used by a few passengers that I didn’t entirely understand.

    I can’t remember the last time I saw anyone with their feet on the seats in Poland. In the UK and Germany, it’s a different matter. Not that I go on about these things.

    For added excitement for passengers, some of the doors didn’t work. But, all was well, I was able to get off at Köln Messe/​Deutz railway station and walk to the hotel.

    In terms of the ticket, there were two ticket machines at the airport railway station that I saw, but both were in use. That didn’t impact me as I had decided to buy my ticket online as there was a small discount, so I paid €3.68 on the KVB app. It was relatively easy to purchase as most sections of the process, although not all, were in English.

  • Wizz Air (Bucharest Henri Coandă to Cologne Bonn Airport)

    Wizz Air (Bucharest Henri Coandă to Cologne Bonn Airport)

    I had taken the train earlier on in the day to get to the centre of Bucharest, but I decided to get the 100 bus back again to the airport. It costs around 60p and it’s easy to pay as it’s contactless. There’s my bag, looking nearly new.

    I think what this sign was saying was:

    “100 years since the presentation on 16 October 1910 at the Aeronautical Salon held at the Grand Palais in Paris of the Coandă-1910, the world’s first jet aircraft, without a propeller, powered by reactive propulsion, invented and built by the Romanian engineer Henri Coandă (1886–1972).”

    Rather splendidly, the snack sign has managed to obscure the key bit, which is perhaps not quite what memorial plaques dream of when they imagine posterity.

    I waited landside for a little while and there was minimal seating available, but they had a restaurant area that was not proving popular judging by the lack of customers. I’m not entirely sure they’re made clear what the offering is here, other than some generic beer.

    It was time to head to security and I was through in a few minutes. The passenger in front of me had a two litre bottle of water in the side of their bag, I’m pleased to say that this was noticed and removed from them.

    Mine was the 20:25 flight. There are no Priority Pass lounges in Bucharest, but I found a quiet spot to sit and treated myself to a £1.60 bottle of Fanta from the vending machine. Well, once I had worked it out, I find vending machines often quite complex and I rarely use them.

    A view out of the window of the terminal. I had some time to do this whilst meandering around.

    Safely at the gate. I decided to break my usual norm of boarding early to board towards the end, not least as I was sitting by a power socket and wanted my phone fully charged. Boarding towards the end feels a little more exciting, there was some tension from angry customers who couldn’t get their bags to fit in the sizer. One customer pushed his bag in so hard that he couldn’t get it out, but the friendly gate agent helped him, although the wheel from his bag went flying.

    The seating Gods had given me a middle seat and I thought that I was lucky as no-one sat in the window seat by the time that the aircraft doors were shut. Then someone comes and takes the seat, but he asks me if I would move back ten rows and swap with his brother who had the window seat.

    I said that it was a bit late, as we were about to start taxiing down the runway, but I would move after take-off. As the man in the aisle seat was annoying me by stretching his elbows and I have limited patience, I suggested moving immediately after the seatbelt lights were turned off. The guy in the window seat seemed pleased and he went with me to where his brother was sitting.

    I sort of got the impression that this was like me moving my friend Liam from his window seat to sit with me in the middle seat. The brother didn’t look thrilled to move from a window to a middle seat, he left his water and he looked confused. Whether or not the two brothers were happy, I don’t know, but I didn’t care, I had a nice window seat. And that’s Budapest in the photo.

    The aircraft was HA-LXW and we didn’t just fly over Budapest, we also flew over Bratislava. This is yet another aircraft that I haven’t been on before, although it has been in service since 2017.

    We flew over Cologne before landing so I got to see the city from the air and it’s the first time that I’ve been here.

    And safely into Cologne. We were on time and I was once again pleased with the flight, which had cost me £9. The crew were personable, the service was efficient and the aircraft was clean. The consistency really does impress me with Wizz Air and it won’t surprise anyone (not that anyone is likely to much care) that I intend to fly with them again.

  • Bucharest – Ground Zero Beer

    Bucharest – Ground Zero Beer

    I visited this taproom in 2023 with friends and it had just opened, so I thought I’d pop in again since I was in Bucharest for the afternoon.

    The beer list and there was a range of styles there, although I’d tried a number of those beers before. It took me a while for a team member to come to the bar, but I was hardly in any rush. Some of the beer names are quite bold, but I think that’s the anti-corporate type vibe that they’re aiming for.

    Many of the bars aren’t open in the afternoon and this is probably why, but I appreciated being able to visit them. It didn’t get much busier during my time there, but it always felt welcoming and comfortable. There’s some outside seating as well, but that’s not really my style in general.

    Last time I visited, the venue wasn’t doing food, but they have a separate kitchen now specialising in burgers and loaded fries. Customers have to order food and drink separately, but the process felt clear and well managed. The guy at the kitchen hatch was also personable and engaging, he added positively to the whole arrangement. Firstly, the beer, which was the Split Pot from the Ground Zero brewery themselves, which was hoppy, tropical and juicy.

    Onto the food and this very much surprised and delighted me. The fries were served as a generous portion, they had an element of spice to them and they were crispy on the exterior and fluffy on the interior. The toppings added texture and this would have been a sufficient snack just on its own. The smash burger with bacon was served in a soft bun and it packed a huge depth of flavour, it was meaty, had a pleasant taste and was really very good.

    Overall, I spent around ninety minutes here before going back to the airport and the food and drink really was what I had hoped for. There were also power sockets available which was very handy as I didn’t want to be low on power before a flight. Ground Zero were one of the earliest craft beer brewers in Bucharest and it’s good to see them offering such a quality product.

  • Bucharest – The Ghost of Casa Radio Building

    Bucharest – The Ghost of Casa Radio Building

    It’s hard not to be a little intrigued by this building in central Bucharest which isn’t in the greatest of shapes. Originally conceived in the mid-1980s as the Museum of the Romanian Communist Party, the massive structure was designed to be a centrepiece of the ‘Civic Center’ redevelopment project that transformed much of old Bucharest.

    The idea of course was that of Nicolae Ceausescu, who led his country to fall apart and collapse whilst he focused on grand projects such as this and the Parliament building which Romania simply couldn’t afford. He was the sort of leader who would build a big ballroom because he thought it would help his reputation. I make no comment.

    By the time of the 1989 Revolution which led to the execution of Ceausescu, the exterior was largely complete, yet the interior remained a hollow shell of concrete and steel. It was mostly left as it was, but there were plans to relocate the state broadcaster here, but there wasn’t enough money. There wasn’t always a big gap between the buildings, that was more recent work for a brand new project that also fell apart.

    There it sits in all its modesty by the river, never to hold the museum to the history of communism that Ceausescu wanted. There are plans to bring the building back into use, but it’s so large and in a state of such disrepair that any project will require huge sums of money.

  • Train from Bucharest Henri Coandă International Airport to Gara de Nord (Bucharest North)

    Train from Bucharest Henri Coandă International Airport to Gara de Nord (Bucharest North)

    I didn’t realise that there was a train service from the main airport in Bucharest to the main railway station in the city centre. It was quite decadently priced at twice the bus fare of the 100 city link bus, but since that’s £1.20 and 60p respectively, it’s not entirely a concern. I was staying nearby overnight and wanted to spend the afternoon in Bucharest, so this seemed a more efficient way of doing it.

    The train was already in the railway station when I arrived, so I walked to the end of the platform to the ticket machine. A ticket guard, wearing jeans and looking like a passenger, helpfully came up and said that there was no need to buy a ticket in advance, just buy on board. I’m always slightly suspicious of such things, but as everyone else was just boarding, I took the risk.

    And indeed, all was well. Or certainly in terms of the ticket purchase, the guard who had spoken to me earlier came along with a card machine and that was all very efficient. The train itself was packed, although fortunately I had a window seat, and it was far too hot. It’s not a long journey, but it wasn’t particularly comfortable. There was the vaguest of evidence of air conditioning, but I suspect that was more because a window fell out or something rather than anything else. This wasn’t the most modern of trains.

    It was too busy to take a photo during the journey, but this was the excitement of disembarking. One set of doors didn’t seem to work which slowed matters down somewhat.

    I hadn’t realised that this was the central station of Bucharest and it wasn’t built as such, but yet here we are…. I have stayed nearby many years ago on my first visit to the city, so I really should have known that.

    Well, it’s traditional I suppose.

    There’s plenty of stuff going on in this station, it felt like something from thirty years ago with a market, cafes and a variety of other shops. I suspect that it will all be renovated at some stage, but there’s something rather charming with it as it is.

    And safely in Bucharest. This station was first built between 1868 and 1872, with the Monarch Carol I of Romania being present when the foundation stone was laid. It has been extended and knocked about many times over the decades, but there’s still some nineteenth charm to it.

    There’s an underground metro station, trams and buses to the city centre, but as it was only a thirty minute walk that’s what I did. I decided to get the 100 bus back to the airport though….

  • Wizz Air – Menu Price Increases

    Wizz Air – Menu Price Increases

    Much as I really quite like Wizz Air and their operations, that’s a sizeable increase in the price of their noodles in the new menu. As a frequent buyer of them, well, twice in a year, that’s pushed it past what I’m willing to pay. I’m not made of money…..

  • Wizz Air (Warsaw Chopin to Bucharest Băneasa)

    Wizz Air (Warsaw Chopin to Bucharest Băneasa)

    Safely back at Warsaw Chopin airport and ready for my next flight to Bucharest. As usual, there was a minimal wait for the security process and it took under five minutes from scanning my boarding pass to being airside.

    That meant a quick stop in the lounge.

    It was all clean, comfortable and spacious as usual, with plenty of power points available.

    Very healthy.

    The spring rolls didn’t look entirely appetising as they were quite broken up, but it transpired that they were really quite agreeable.

    The boarding process was efficient and I was flying within the Schengen zone, I didn’t have to wait for an hour for the EES system like last week.

    Oh good, a bus gate.

    And ready to board. It’s aircraft 9H-WDS, which entered Wizz Air’s fleet in late 2023 and appears to be yet another aircraft that I haven’t been on.

    Unusually, I was first to board the aircraft. The excitement of it all….

    So here’s a photo of an empty cabin, I don’t get to post these very often.

    The seating Gods had given me a window seat and also no-one sitting next to me, which was all very handy. Wizz Air seems to pad their schedules to cover a small delay so the estimated one hour fifty minutes flight time was actually only eighty minutes. The crew were friendly, the aircraft were clean and, once again, there were no negatives for me to mention.

    Safely in Bucharest on time and able to walk to the terminal.

    I’ve written about Bucharest Băneasa airport before and it’s beautiful, although rather small.

    The central dome of the airport.

    The bus stop is a short walk away on the main road although not overly well signed. Anyway, with that I was on the bus to the hotel.

    The flight cost £9 because of my Multipass, again representing excellent value for money.

  • Warsaw – Warszawa Śródmieście Railway Station

    Warsaw – Warszawa Śródmieście Railway Station

    I was only in Warsaw for a few hours before it was necessary to return to the airport for the next part of my little expedition. In the centre-left of the photo is Warszawa Śródmieście railway station.

    Down to the platforms.

    The station was built between 1955 and 1963, initially using the Spanish solution of platforms (where passengers disembark from one side and get on from the other side) although they had abandoned that by the 1980s.

    It would not be unkind to say that the station is past its best.

    The station was modernised a bit in 2006, but has remained fairly unloved since then.

    This book stall hasn’t been open in the years that I’ve been using this station.

    The station is useful for S2 connections to Chopin airport, and this journey means that it’s the end of another Warsaw trip. This one was really quiet brief.

  • Warsaw – Royal Castle (Then and Now)

    Warsaw – Royal Castle (Then and Now)

    I’ve written about the Royal Castle in Warsaw before, but this is what it looked like in around the 1850s.

    And this is what it looks like now. There are some changes that are evident if counting the number of windows, but this remains an impressive rebuilding of a structure as it was entirely demolished by the Germans during the Second World War. Well, other than a couple of small sections of walls, but otherwise the destruction was complete.

    There’s one hero in all this, namely Stanisław Lorentz (1899-1991) who was a museum official who was able to take numerous exhibits to save them, including from the Royal Castle. He continued to rebuild the museum service in Poland after the end of the Second World War and he was later involved with the committee that rebuilt the structure between 1971 and 1984. There must have been something very satisfying about being able to watch the rebuilding of not just the rebuilding, but also galleries and museums across the city.

  • Warsaw – Metro System : C08 Płocka (Visiting Every Station) PART 2/2

    Warsaw – Metro System : C08 Płocka (Visiting Every Station) PART 2/2

    Carrying on from the first part of my post, this is Kościół św. Wojciecha or the Church of St. Wojciech. St Wojciech parish in Warsaw’s Wola district was established in 1927, though plans to build the church itself began in 1898.

    It was heavily damaged in September 1939 and during the Warsaw Uprising the Germans used it as a transit camp for civilians expelled from the city, where clergy tried to help those imprisoned there and some were killed. The church was rebuilt following the end of the Second World War and it’s hard to imagine the terrors, such as those in the above photo, that took place here.

    This is a German photo from around 1941 showing the damage which had been done to the church in 1939.

    The grotto outside of the church.

    This memorial reads:

    “At this site, during the Warsaw Uprising from 1 to 5 August 1944, German forces murdered and burned many residents of nearby homes. Among those killed from 7/9 Syreny Street were members of the Korzeń family: Bolesław, 69; Ludwik, 65; Piotr, 60; Artur, 33; and Hanna Niewiadomska, 21. Unveiled on 1 August 1995.”

    This memorial reads:

    “In memory of 30 Redemptorist monks and about 2,000 inhabitants of Warsaw’s Wola district who were murdered by the Germans in the Kirchmayer and Marczewski factory on 6 August. They remained faithful to God, the Church and their homeland.”

    When I was taking this photo, an elderly lady came up to talk to me. She was putting flowers down and telling me something in Polish about her family, but unfortunately that was the limit of my understanding. Realising I was British, she pointed to other monuments, thanking me several times for what I assume she thought was my interest in the heritage of the city. If it’s the case that this monument represents members of her family, that would have been something of a privilege, so I’m going to assume that it’s that.

    This memorial reads:

    “This place is consecrated by the blood of Poles who died for the freedom of their country. Here, on 6 and 8 August 1944, German forces shot around 4,000 Poles, including participants in the Warsaw Uprising and residents of nearby homes.”

    The Wola Massacre was one of the worst war crimes of the Second World War. I’ll leave this with a quote from a mother who lost her son as part of the murders.

    “We were halted, ordered to stand facing the square where the machine guns were positioned, and immediately the first bursts were fired. Hit people fell, shrieking and screaming.

    I saw my husband and children go down and I collapsed myself, unhurt; already on the ground, I got a bullet in my left arm. Lying motionless on the corpses, I played dead.

    After a while, the bursts died down; both nearby and farther away, I heard heavy steps and single shots. I understood that it was soldiers walking among the bodies, looking for survivors and finishing them off with handguns.

    I lay there, quietly, for a long time, maybe two hours, and when I opened my eyes, I saw that the ‘Ukrainians’ were still in the square. My little son crawled up to me, wounded. I begged him to lie still and be silent, but he’d been shot through a lung and was in too much pain. An untimely move gave him away.

    I heard heavy steps and a shot, and after that, my boy did not move anymore. From the town hall building a burning window frame fell to the street, and I saw the clothes on my son’s dead body catch fire.”

    That little boy could well still be alive today if not for the German massacre.

    And some street art near the metro station to bring a little positivity to proceedings.