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Oct 14, 2008

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The Beatles Story

Jun 10, 2008

Liverpool has always been the synonym for the Beatles. No wonder then that we rushed to the Beatles Story first, eager to feel the goosebumps for being so close to the legends. But what a disappointment it was. It's way too ordinary an exhibition for those extraordinary lads.

Possible (and definitely subjective) reasons for its not living up to our expectations: We were told by the staff that 45 minutes were enough, so after having a Latte at Starbucks, we entered the museum at 5, which meant that we had a full hour for the tour. Imagine our surprise when the staff started rushing us towards the exit more than half an hour before the closing time. They were obviously in a hurry to close for the day. How could you enjoy it if they tap you on the shoulder and tell you to hurry up.

Reason two: Graceland. Hadn't we been on the Elvis tour, we might have been happier with the Beatles. In Graceland, you are perfectly aware of the fact that it's a rip-off, that it's tacky and tasteless, and maudlin and mawkish. And still, there's something about this tour that makes you believe the King is alive. And you're happy you did it. And then you buy yourself your first musical magnet that, by singing Suspicious Mind on the fridge, reminds you of this happy day.

Just for the record: I've always liked the Beatles more than Elvis. Now, when I think about it, I'm not so sure. What a consumer I am! And I love it!

You'll Never Walk Alone

Jun 8, 2008

We left Glasgow before six a.m. and stopped in Carlisle for a Wetherspoon breakfast. The Citadel, with its two impressive towers, dominates the centre of the Cumbrian capital. Carlisle Castle is also worth a visit, as well as the Cathedral, which is the only cathedral in Cumbria.

Liverpool was our next stop. It took us quite a while, since the traffic got heavier as we headed further south. What the boys wanted to see first was Anfield Road. It was already two p.m. and there was no time left for dropping us at a shopping mall so we decided to join them on the tour of the stadium. But soon we were in a state of utter disbelief after being told that the tours were fully booked and there was no way we could get in. So what was supposed to be a leisurely spent afternoon, turned out to be an afternoon of bickering and squabbling over who should have booked the tickets up front and who should have known that the British kids were on Easter break etc, etc. Luckily, the shop and the Liverpool FC's memorabilia helped to ease the tension and we drove merrily to the Albert Dock on the River Mersey.

What if you are not into football

May 25, 2008

The highlight of the trip for my boys was the match Scotland vs. Croatia. They were thrilled to be there and although the players didn't play as they hoped they would, it was spectacular.



Sanja, Iva and I discussed possible ways of spending the evening without our football fans. Restaurants and pubs were out of question, since they don't let kids in, which came as a huge surprise to my older son, who's used to going to pubs and having a pint of beer occasionally, in spite of the fact that he's under age.

It didn't take us long to decide what to do: shopping without haste in Ikea and the nearby shopping mall, the only place open till ten. It was not busy at all and we indulged ourselves with little somethings.

After it closed, we waited for a bus to take us to the center, but almost missed it because we were on the (il)logical side of the road. Luckily, we got on the right bus that was to take us to the corner of Hope and Sauchiehall, where our guys were supposed to meet us. As soon as we got to Hope Street I asked the driver if that was our stop. It wasn't but he promised to tell me when to get off. Hope Street is an incredibly long street, with bus stops on literally every corner. I was worried, though, that he'd forget all about us, so I annoyed him with the very question at each and every stop. I was such a drag, I know, but the poor driver didn't take it amiss, and in the end we chuckled about it.

Pics from Scotland

May 24, 2008

Scotland

Glasgow

May 23, 2008


The lady at the Travelodge spoke Glaswegian. We could hardly make out what she was saying. She was nice enough, though, as to repeat three times until it dawned on us that in order to get to the centre, we should turn left at the third traffic lights. Or something along those lines.

Anyway, we got to the center quickly and easily. During our stay it was drizzling lightly but incessantly. But we were fine with it, since Glasgow is such an appealing city, one of those cities you take a shine to instantly. I found out I wasn't the only one who struggled with the pronunciation of its streets, such as Sauchiehall or Buccleauh. (Come to think of it, many Scottish names give me a hard time, take Milngavie or Culzean for example.)

We shopped on Sauchiehall Street, walked all round the city and saw many sights, such as the Cathedral, Provand's Lordship, which is the oldest house in Glasgow, the Hunterian Art Gallery, Kelvingrove, the Tenement House, George Square, the Armadillo, all of them truly impressive, but what I wanted to see most was the Glasgow of Charles Rennie MacIntosh, an Art Nouveau architect and artist. The Willow Tea Rooms, The Glasgow School of Art, the Lighthouse, the Daily Record Building, they all lived up to my expectations.

Arriving in Glasgow

May 18, 2008

And finally we reached the destination of our trip. Glasgow awaited us with a light drizzle and heavy traffic on busy motorways - or is it dual carriageways? How should I tell the difference? Anyway, whatever it is, it's full of ramps and entrances and exits on both sides, - and what's more - all the time you're above the ground, driving over bridges and viaducts, or at least it seemed so to me.

It was evening when we finally got to our hotel. It was a Travelodge on Paisley Road, an unprepossessing little hotel, but who am I to complain for 29 pounds a night for the four of us. We never spend a lot of time in hotels when we travel anyway. Luxury is not an issue, what we need is just a clean place to sleep. And this was clean, although the sheets didn't have that fresh smell of being washed with a familiar soap powder. But as I said, the room was all right for the two nights in this modern city.

Falkirk Wheel, Stirling Castle and William Wallace

May 16, 2008


It was a short drive from the Forth Bridges to the Falkirk Wheel. That's a boat lift, the one that revolves, and it's really awesome. It connects the Union Canal with the Forth & Clyde Canal near the town of Falkirk. The level difference between the two canals is 35 meters, which suggests the hugeness of this rotating boat lift. Built in 2002, as part of the Millennium Link, it created an uninterrupted link between the cities of Glasgow and Edinburgh. I'm sure this would be a pleasant cruise.

Mislav had a déjà vu experience on the spot. He was sure he'd already been there. He knew where the lift was, how it worked, everything. It was amazing. Back home, however, he was able to trace the sensation back to a power point presentation in a physics lesson.


Perched high on a rocky crag, Stirling Castle is an excellent example of Renaissance architecture in Scotland. In the esplanade, there is the statue of Robert the Bruce, king of Scotland, who defeated the English army under Edward II at Bannockburn in 1314 and gained recognition of Scottish independence.



The view from the esplanade is terrific and if you know where to look, you can see seven battlefields where the Scots fought for victory over the English forces. The Wallace Monument recalls the Battle of Stirling Bridge in 1297, when the Scots, led by William Wallace, defeated the English. His life was the inspiration for the poem The Acts and Deeds of Sir William Wallace, Knight of Elderslie, by the 15th century minstrel (bard) Blind Harry. Based on this poem, the film Braveheart with Mel Gibson in the leading role, brought this Scottish national hero to a wider audience.

The Forth Bridge

Apr 26, 2008

If you google cheap eats in Edinburgh, you'll get a huge list of pubs, greasy spoons and restaurants. So it was there I found the Whetherspoon pubs. Our first Whetherspoon meal was in Edinburgh, fish and chips for 2.99, coffee or tea included. It was good, even my kids, who despise fish, liked it. It was also in one of the Whetherspoons that we had our first English breakfast. I tried black pudding for the first time, and must say it's delicious. Although blood sausage is a Croatian specialty as well, these two have nothing in common, but color, of course.

Anyway, it was after this fish and chips lunch that we left Edinburgh. Our first stop on the way to Glasgow was a little town of South Queensferry, famous for two beautiful bridges that cross the River Forth. One is the Forth Road Bridge, opened in 1964, and the other, more beautiful, is the Forth Rail Bridge, built in 1890. The latter is one of the most remarkable engineering wonders of the Victorian era, with its 2.5 km in length and 100.6 m at its highest point. More than 4,600 workers were employed in its construction, more than 5,000 tons of steel and more than 6.5 million rivets were used to make it. Riveting, isn't it?

The famous saying "It's like painting the Forth Bridge" means: "If repairing or improving something is like painting the Forth Bridge, it takes such a long time that by the time you have finished doing it, you have to start again.", as stated in The Cambridge International Dictionary of Idioms.

Edinburgh

Apr 15, 2008

Here I go with some things that you can find in any travel book, but it's the teacher in me, and I can't help it.

Edinburgh, the capital of Scotland, lies on the east coast of Scotland. With a population of about half a million, it is the second most visited tourist attraction in Great Britain (after London). It's famous for the arts, especially in the summer when it hosts the renowned three-week Edinburgh International Festival, which was first started in 1947. It'd be great to come to Edinburgh at this time of year, since there are performances all around the town, not only in its theatres, but also on its streets. The Fringe is an alternative festival, started in the same year, when eight theatrical groups gate crashed the Edinburgh International Festival. What they wanted was to express their belief in freedom of expression in innovative and experimental performances. Today there are more than 40 Fringes around the world.

Princes Street, the main thoroughfare and a very nice shopping street, clearly divides the city into the Old and the New Town. The Old Town, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is absolutely amazing. The city's medieval history can be seen on the Royal Mile, a mile-long street that links the Castle with the Holyroodhouse, the Queen's official residence in Scotland.

Standing upon a volcanic rock, Edinburgh Castle dominates the city's skyline. The original fortress, Din Eidyn, was built in the sixth century by King Edwin - hence the city's name. In 1996, the Stone of Destiny, or the Stone of Scone, was brought back to Scotland after 700 hundreds years. In 1296 it was seized by the English and brought to Westminster, where it was fitted into a chair on which most of the British monarchs were crowned. Today it is on display in the Castle, together with jewelery and other royal paraphernalia, such as crown, scepter and sword, which are also called regalia.

The New Town is a UNESCO World Heritage Site as well. It was built after 1767 and it contains the finest examples of Georgian architecture and city planning.

Edinburgh, here we come

Apr 14, 2008



Entering Scotland wasn't as glamorous as we expected and hoped it to be. There was no visitor center, no lay-by, no nothing. So we just stopped on the shoulder to take a quick photo of the signpost welcoming you to Scotland.

The road to Edinburgh took us by surprise, since it was just an ordinary country road. Somehow we missed the turn to Roslin, where we wanted to see Rosslyn Chapel, which we first heard of in Dan Brown's Da Vinci Code. However, we weren't too disappointed since: a) it was already dark; b) the chapel was closed; c) the admission was too high.

Soon we saw the lights of this city that I would find one of the most arresting I have ever been to. Our hotel, the Express Holiday Inn, was located in a beautiful old building in the very centre. Parking was dear, but it was worth it. Zoran and I couldn't resist and see the city by night despite the freezing cold. It was stunning and we couldn't wait till morning to see Edinburgh in all its glory and beauty.

The Lake District

Apr 10, 2008


I'm really sorry I didn't manage to take a photo of one of the fields of daffodils in the Lake District. The one I uploaded in the previous post is nothing special, but it's the only one I have.


Anyway, the Lake District was fantastic. We stopped in Winderemere, such a picturesque little town. We strolled along its streets on a sunny afternoon and later we drove to the lake. Stunning! We enjoyed ourselves tremendously.


On our way further north, Google Earth suggested taking a scenic route. So we did and regretted it after only five miles. The road was not only getting steeper, but also narrower, in fact too narrow for our huge seven-seater. The twigs near the road started brushing the car, the hills in front of us suddenly became so uninviting, the sky darkened and there was sleet every now and then. Mladen and I wanted Zoran to turn back and take the proper road, so we nagged at him all the time. Poor Zoran stopped the car at something that we could call a lay-by and there we discussed what to do. Zoran and Sanja were for going on since there were so many cars on the road going in the same direction, so we gave up. Later, when the road got a bit bigger with little villages, nice lakes and fields of daffodils, we were relieved and laughed about our fear and uneasiness.

The Lakes

Apr 5, 2008

I wander'd lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

William Wordsworth, 1804

Manchester

Apr 3, 2008


It was good we were in Manchester on Easter Monday, a bank holiday in England. Almost everything was closed at 9 a.m, the streets were empty and we found a parking space easily.

The dreamy city center seemed beautiful, with its amazing mixture of old and modern architectural styles. Its magnificent Town Hall was built in 1877 in an English Gothic style. Inside, there is a statue of General Agricola, the Roman who founded a settlement called Mancunium in AD 79. (Hence the people from Manchester are called Mancunians.) On the other side, there is the ultramodern Urbis, a ski slope-shaped building made of glass. In between, the old Royal Exchange and the new Arndale Shopping Centre.

Another area worth seeing is Salford Quays. It was also revitalized in the 1990s and today it comprises the Lowry Centre, an arts and entertainment complex, the Lowry Outlet Centre, the Manchester United Museum and the most striking building of all, the Imperial War Museum. Designed by renowned architect Daniel Libeskind, it represents a globe shattered by conflict. I must confess, though, that it didn't look as magnificent in broad daylight, as it did in my travel book, where there is a stunning photograph of the museum at night. Not far from there is the largest shopping mall I have ever been to, the Trafford Centre, with 230 shops and 10,000 free parking spaces. The two hours that we spent there, were a mere drop in the bucket, but we gave up on our worldly interests in order to admire the splendid country of Wordsworth's daffodils.

England Again

Mar 31, 2008

Great Britain - the decision was made quickly. With so many itchy feet in our household, it came as no surprise to our friends and family. The highlight of the trip was to be the football match between Scotland and Croatia in Glasgow - well, for the male travelers in our party. We, the ladies, decided to go shopping, since that is our favorite pastime activity.

But let me begin with our flight to London where the seven of us headed early on Easter morning. The flight was not full so we boarded the plane without any problems. To my boys' great delight, the coach of the Croatian national team was on the same flight together with his assistants. Of course, the autographs were asked for.

After landing in London we rented a Kia Sedona with seven seats. .
It's strange but the cars made for the European market are much smaller than the American ones. The trunk of our American seven-seater that we had rented in Georgia was almost double in size. Somehow we squeezed in the six suitcases and off we went towards Oxford

In no time we got lost. Instead of the M4N we took the M4S and found ourselves in Windsor. Since this is not America, we had to drive for quite a while until we reached an exit where we could turn. After that it was a piece of cake.


Oxford was cold but beautiful, it was slow and lazy on this bank holiday afternoon, with not too many people and not too much traffic. The Radcliffe Camera, The Bodleian Library, the Ashmolean Museum and Christ Church College seemed to be from another world. And they're, actually. Interestingly, the bell of Christ Church rings 101 times at 9:05 p.m. Why? When it was hung in 1648, there were 101 students at the college and it marked the curfew at 9:05, because they believed that night falls here five minutes later than at Greenwich.

Stratford-upon-Avon was our next stop. It's such a cute little town, but unfortunately, Shakespeare's birthplace closed half an hour before our arrival, so we only had a chance to buy some souvenirs. What a pity! I really wanted to see it.


Later that evening we stopped in Warrington for the night. The Express by Holiday Inn was neat and tidy, with polite staff, a good breakfast and at an affordable price.

Tennessee Photos

Mar 18, 2008

I've just uploaded photos taken in Tennessee, the Volunteer State.
Tennessee


More about Memphis, Nashville and Chattanooga.

Graceland Photos

Pics from Tupelo, where Elvis was born and Memphis, where he lived.
If you want, you can read my post on Graceland here.

Graceland

Atlanta Photos

Feb 14, 2008

Read here about our visit to Atlanta.
Atlanta, Georgia

The Antebellum Trail Photos

Feb 10, 2008

The Antebellum Trail


Read more about the Antebellum Trail here.

Photos from Augusta, Georgia

Feb 5, 2008

Augusta, Georgia


Care to read about Georgia on my mind?

The unexpected way home and outside corridors

Jan 20, 2008

As far as we know, things like this happen to other stand-by passengers, but this is the first time it happened to us.

The funny thing was that, when checking in, we were told by the airline employees at Atlanta Airport that the flight was overbooked, but we'd probably make it. So we proceeded with the customs and immigration formalities and then lightheartedly talked about this and that while waiting for our names to be called to approach the counter at the gate. There were also other stand-by passengers. You can easily spot them, as they are the only ones who openly show uneasiness before the flight - but not because of the fear of flying.

They were called to approach the counter; we weren't. Actually, we were, but only to be told that there were no seats for us. However, we were advised to wait until the boarding was completed. And then, all of a sudden, when I was least expecting it, they informed us they had two seats. It was momentarily decided that Dominik and I were flying home. We had less than a minute to take our belongings. I still don't know how we managed to take the right passports, how I gave Zoran the dollars from my purse, how he gave me the car keys. We were all totally bewildered and confused.

Luckily, this feeling soon faded away for the two of us, as we were given seats in the business class. We watched our choice of movies when it suited us, played games, slept in the comfortable horizontal position, were fed and watered all the time, or in a nutshell, we thoroughly enjoyed the elite perks of flying business class over the Pond.

In the meanwhile, Zoran and Mislav, with the laptop only, because all the suitcases were on the plane with us, found a room in a hotel with outside corridors. I deeply wanted to spend a night in such a motel, which I call the Psycho Motel, but unfortunately, I didn't have the nerve to do it. The hotels with inside corridors always seemed so much safer and I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Anyway, they did it - and it was all right, although they slept lightly, actually they were more awake than asleep, but nothing dangerous happened. It must be all those films that don't allow me to objectively consider this partiality of mine.

They managed to get aboard the next day. What they got were jump seats. Poor things! But most importantly, they arrived home safe and sound.

The Antebellum Trail

Jan 14, 2008

Antebellum means 'before the war' and in the US it refers to the period before the Civil War, especially in the Southern States.

The Antebellum trail begins in Athens and ends in Macon, but the cities of Atlanta and Augusta are also included, maybe even some other, as well. On the one hand, it represents the romantic old south, but on the other, the fact that it was the time and place of slavery and abuse of human rights should never be forgotten.

We visited Madison, a quaint little city. In Milledgville we went for a short tour of Lockerly Plantation, which isn't so grand as Belle Meade. In Macon we visited the Indian mounds at the Ocmulgee National Monument and in Eatonton we saw the Rock Eagle Effigy, which is supposed to have been built thousands years ago, but as usual, no one has the faintest idea why and by whom it was built.

Another interesting question that can be raised here is: What town did Sherman NOT burn? William Tecumseh Sherman was a Union general who burned down towns and villages on his march through Georgia and the Carolinas. Today some of those that weren't burnt, such as Madison, boast of being the only town that Sherman didn't burn, one of the reasons being his girlfriend who lived there. Others, like Augusta, used to have an inferiority complex - because they felt they were so irrelevant that Sherman didn't want to be bothered.

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Lookout Mountain and Chattanooga Choo Choo

Jan 13, 2008

All the way from Nashville to Chattanooga there are billboards announcing the thrills of Lookout Mountain. We arrived at about 4 p.m. and since it was too late to visit all the attractions, we opted for two out of four. The Incline Railway was the first. It is often called "America's most amazing mile" and with the 72.7% grade of the track near the top of the mountain, it certainly is the steepest passenger railway in the world. There are two cars, very similar to the Zagreb funicular, but with only one track so the cars pass each other in the middle. Amazingly enough, the drivers also switch at this point, but I still haven't figured out why. Maybe only one of the two likes the steepest part of the railway.

After the ride in this old-fashioned railway, we headed to Ruby Falls, America's deepest and highest underground waterfall. We were taken into the cave by an elevator, and then walked for about half an hour, admiring all those stalactites and stalagmites that have formed incredible shapes. And finally, there it was, the mysterious waterfall in all its beauty. Nobody knows where it originates, but it is confirmed that it flows into the Tennessee River.

Chattanooga Choo Choo is a song performed by Glenn Miller and his orchestra in the movie Sun Valley Serenade. It tells a story of going home from New York to Chattanooga. The old Chattanooga train station was turned into a hotel in the 1970s. In the beautiful garden around the hotel you can admire passenger railway cars from the days long past. Perhaps the most exciting thing would be to have "dinner in the diner", which is a restored dining car from the 1940s. But as we were there early in the morning, it was closed, and besides, I don't think we could afford dining at such a prestigious venue.

Nashville

Jan 12, 2008

It took us a couple of hours to get from Memphis to Nashville. We had a travel coupon booklet with discounts for hotels, so Zoran picked a hotel near the Titans Stadium, not very far from Downtown Nashville. We arrived early in the evening and upon seeing how totally desolate this area was, we changed our minds. Finally we found a good, cheap room with breakfast at the Drury Hotel in the airport area, which was very close to downtown, and only 8 minutes to Opry Mills, a huge shopping mall, multiplex cinemas and restaurants, where we immediately headed. We wanted to buy swimsuits, since there was a nice indoor pool and a whirlpool at the Drury. But all we could find was one pair of swimsuits - they don't sell swimwear in winter.

Opry Mills is a new mall, opened only in 2000. Before that, for many years there stood a theme park, known as Opryland, a hotel, and Grand Ole Opry, that first started as a radio show back in 1925 and where country music artists have performed over the years.

Downtown Nashville is really cute, with its old preserved historic district, and some new sky rise buildings and stadiums, that fit in not very badly. It made me feel as in a western movie, with country music blaring from shops and restaurants (or saloons.

Another landmark worth seeing in Nashville is The Parthenon, built for the Centennial Exposition 110 years ago, that now serves as Nashville's art museum.

On this lazy Sunday morning in Downtown Nashville, I was kind of taken aback to see how many bums and panhandlers live on its streets, people who are not old, yet, time has taken its toll on them.

Graceland and beyond

Jan 10, 2008

I admit, Graceland was the main reason for visiting Memphis.

I've heard of Memphis and its Beale Street many times before, but it didn't live up to my expectations. Maybe because it was a bleak, rainy day, and as there was a basketball match at the FedEx Forum, hoodied youngsters wanted to sell us tickets all along Beale Street. As to the Mississippi, yes, it is mighty, even mightier on such a gloomy day. There were no tours in January so we didn't have a chance to go for a ride. No Mark Twain experience, unfortunately. I shouldn't forget the Peabody Ducks, something I first heard of on the Fodor forums. Every day at 11 a.m. ducks march on the red carpet from the elevator to the marble fountain in the lobby of the Peabody Hotel. At 5 p.m. they retire to their quarters on the roof, called the Duck palace. They are led by a person named the Duckmaster. It has been a tradition since 1932.

Now back to Graceland. I expected a tacky, cheesy place, but it exceeded my expectations. It's not over the top in any way, from our perspective certainly not, but considering the era when it was built and when it was lived in, I guess it was thought to be extravagant.

First of all, the house, named after one of the previous owners, is not particularly large in size. The living room with white sofa beds and armchairs can be found in many homes today, as well as the eating room and the kitchen. You can not go on a tour of the bedrooms, but certain things have been brought downstairs for us to be admired. Some of these are kitschy, like his furry round bed with a kind of half a roof over it, all in fur. I didn't like the pool room either, because it had pleated fabric on the walls and the ceiling, which, to me, looked kind of strange. The Jungle Room is cool, although a bit (or more than a bit) tacky with zebra chairs, fountains, and a green shaggy on both the floor and the ceiling.

Many rooms are filled with his numerous gold and platinum records. It's amazing to see what a prolific artist he was. The backyard is real huge for all his horses, snowmobiles, go carts etc, which he played with. The tour ends with a visit to his and the graves of his parents and grandma. There's also a little slab in memory of his twin brother who died at birth.

After visiting the house we went to take a look at his cars and two planes. The bigger of the two, the Lisa Marie, was very modern for the time when he flew in it, but I still can't imagine what all those rich guys' planes look like from the inside.

Now I see I have never mentioned his name: but I know there's no need for it. He was and still is the one and only... the King.

Here are some photos.

A banjo on my knees and a little more

Jan 6, 2008

Sweet home Alabama was awaiting us together with a new time zone, Central, which is an hour behind Eastern time. At the Welcome center we were given travel coupons by a nice eldery lady, who recommended several hotels in decent areas of Birmingham. Driving on the I 20, we didn't have a chance to see much of Alabama, and it was dark when we arrived in Birmingham so, except the touristy area around the hotel, we didn't see much there either. In the morning we passed the city and soon crossed the border to Mississippi.

The Welcome center has been the best so far, so my kids, because complimentary sodas (and coffee as well)are offered to needy travelers. A friendly elderly lady was glad to answer all my questions on Tupelo, the town where Elvis was born and where he lived for the first 13 years of his life.

So we went to see this incredibly tiny little house, where he lived with his doting parents.

Atlanta, Georgia

Jan 5, 2008

Atlanta reminds me of Baltimore, with a downtown full of skyrise buildings and the streets are rather dark, because of the lack of sun.

The World of Coca Cola was one of the must do things in Atlanta. It's a bit overpriced, but we enjoyed ourselves there, especially in the tasting room, where a hundred different drinks made by the company can be tasted. I tried about 20 of them and stopped before I'd feel sick. However, a very disappointing thing was to see the commercial "Give a little love" that ends with a chopper with the Yugoslav Army flag, the army that killed thousands of Croats and Bosnians. This part of the commercial was cut out in my country, and I just can't figure out how a company that promotes piece, equality, liberty etc. can be so blind and tolerate murders and vindicate the killers?????

Mixed reviews can be found on the Internet about the Underground Atlanta. We went to see it and were a tad disappointed. Although there were police officers around, it made us feel very unsafe, so we quickly left the area.

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