As of June 30, my Fulbright grant and time in Poland are finished. I am now slowly traveling home via a mostly southern route. I am currently writing from Budapest, but the first stop of my trip was Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia. Links to my picture albums are on the right of this page, including my photos from Bratislava. If you have Facebook, you can check out my videos as well.

I left my apartment in Gdansk on June 30 for an afternoon train to Warsaw, where I caught a night train to Bratislava. While I didn’t sleep particularly well, I only shared the six-bed couchette cabin with one other person. The train arrived in Bratislava at 5:41 am. This wasn’t really a problem as the sun had already risen, and there were plenty of people about. I still find the early sunrise and late sunset somewhat disturbing. During June in Gdansk, the sky was only dark from about 10 pm to 3 am. Suffering from a lack of sleep, I checked into my hostel before hitting the town.

As a tourist draw, Bratislava is trying to compete with the heavyweights of Prague, Vienna, Budapest, and Krakow, but sadly, it just doesn’t quite have what it takes. My first stop of the day was Bratislava Castle. While the castle has been around in some form for at least 700 years, it is an unimpressive square of stone that was only rebuilt in the 1960s. The castle is also currently undergoing another renovation/reconstruction and is closed to the public, along with the reportedly interesting museums that it houses.

Bratislava used to have a fairly nasty reputation as a city, a reputation that the city is desperately trying to rid itself of. To this effect, they have cleaned up the old town area, but I think that they perhaps cleaned it up too much. Everything looks like it was built within the last 15 years, even the buildings that are supposedly hundreds of years old. Most of the buildings are occupied by designer clothes stores or other high-end shops. The center of the city seems to be set aside solely for tourists to shop or eat in, with no other purpose. That said, the rougher side of the city is still visible occasionally. One can see a swarm of smokestacks reaching for the sky further out in the city, and I am pretty sure that I passed a dead hooker lying on the ground.

The city, while it may not have the historical chops than its more popular and populous neighbors do, does not make enough effort to play up the history is does have. There are guide posts placed around the city, but they only point to the castle, the presidential palace, and a changing random location. The church where the Hungarian monarchs (Bratislava was the capital of the Hungarian Empire for awhile) were crowned for 300 years is not open to the public. There are many museums scattered around the city, but much of their content has little relation to the city or area. The Bratislava Arms and Armor museum mostly consists of Western European armament and bad English translations. The National Art Gallery, which possesses a huge collection of Slovakian art from several centuries, is barely listed on the recent tourist maps. The city should advertise its history more if it wants complete with other central European destinations.


The highlight of my two days in Bratislava was my trip to the nearby Devin Castle. The castle, which was destroyed by Napoleon in the early 19th century, sits on a rocky bluff at the confluence of the Danube and Morava rivers. Settlement at the location goes back thousands of years. While efforts are being made to polish it up just like Bratislava, it is still in ruined form for the most part and offers a gorgeous view of the surrounding hills and river. Check out my most recent picture album to see what I am talking about.

All things considered, I think that the real draw of Slovakia is its mountains and forests further east. If I had more time, I would like to explore them. Bratislava, even taking into account a side trip of a few hours to Devin Castle, is probably best done as a day trip from Vienna. At most, it is a nice place to stop for a day or two in between Budapest and Prague or Vienna. The city is, however, relatively free of the hordes of tourists that plague the larger cities that I have mentioned.

As of June 30, my Fulbright grant and time in Poland are finished. I am now slowly traveling home via a mostly southern route. I am currently writing from Budapest, but the first stop of my trip was Bratislava, the capital of Slovakia. Links to my picture albums are on the right of this page, including my photos from Bratislava. If you have Facebook, you can check out my videos as well.

I left my apartment in Gdansk on June 30 for an afternoon train to Warsaw, where I caught a night train to Bratislava. While I didn’t sleep particularly well, I only shared the six-bed couchette cabin with one other person. The train arrived in Bratislava at 5:41 am. This wasn’t really a problem as the sun had already risen, and there were plenty of people about. I still find the early sunrise and late sunset somewhat disturbing. During June in Gdansk, the sky was only dark from about 10 pm to 3 am. Suffering from a lack of sleep, I checked into my hostel before hitting the town.

As a tourist draw, Bratislava is trying to compete with the heavyweights of Prague, Vienna, Budapest, and Krakow, but sadly, it just doesn’t quite have what it takes. My first stop of the day was Bratislava Castle. While the castle has been around in some form for at least 700 years, it is an unimpressive square of stone that was only rebuilt in the 1960s. The castle is also currently undergoing another renovation/reconstruction and is closed to the public, along with the reportedly interesting museums that it houses.

Bratislava used to have a fairly nasty reputation as a city, a reputation that the city is desperately trying to rid itself of. To this effect, they have cleaned up the old town area, but I think that they perhaps cleaned it up too much. Everything looks like it was built within the last 15 years, even the buildings that are supposedly hundreds of years old. Most of the buildings are occupied by designer clothes stores or other high-end shops. The center of the city seems to be set aside solely for tourists to shop or eat in, with no other purpose. That said, the rougher side of the city is still visible occasionally. One can see a swarm of smokestacks reaching for the sky further out in the city, and I am pretty sure that I passed a dead hooker lying on the ground.

The city, while it may not have the historical chops than its more popular and populous neighbors do, does not make enough effort to play up the history is does have. There are guide posts placed around the city, but they only point to the castle, the presidential palace, and a changing random location. The church where the Hungarian monarchs (Bratislava was the capital of the Hungarian Empire for awhile) were crowned for 300 years is not open to the public. There are many museums scattered around the city, but much of their content has little relation to the city or area. The Bratislava Arms and Armor museum mostly consists of Western European armament and bad English translations. The National Art Gallery, which possesses a huge collection of Slovakian art from several centuries, is barely listed on the recent tourist maps. The city should advertise its history more if it wants complete with other central European destinations.

The highlight of my two days in Bratislava was my trip to the nearby Devin Castle. The castle, which was destroyed by Napoleon in the early 19th century, sits on a rocky bluff at the confluence of the Danube and Morava rivers. Settlement at the location goes back thousands of years. While efforts are being made to polish it up just like Bratislava, it is still in ruined form for the most part and offers a gorgeous view of the surrounding hills and river. Check out my most recent picture album to see what I am talking about.

All things considered, I think that the real draw of Slovakia is its mountains and forests further east. If I had more time, I would like to explore them. Bratislava, even taking into account a side trip of a few hours to Devin Castle, is probably best done as a day trip from Vienna. At most, it is a nice place to stop for a day or two in between Budapest and Prague or Vienna. The city is, however, relatively free of the hordes of tourists that plague the larger cities that I have mentioned.

Here in oman, as in other Middle Eastern countries, people's names have a weight to them. Aperson's name is the first introduction to one's tribe and extended family, sometimes one's religion, the region from which they originated, and sometimes social standing. For those of you who are not familiar with Arabic name structure, here's a little briefing. When a child is born, they receive a first name; their 'middle name' is the father's first name and usually, the grandfather's name is added on before spelling out the last name.

For example*:
Ali bin Mohammed bin Ahmed Al-Busaidi
Salma bint Said bin Rashid al-Busaidiya
['bin' = 'son of'; 'bint' = 'daughter of']

Sometimes, the bins and bints are excluded and even the grandfather's name may be excluded and even the feminine indicator of "iya" may be excluded. But the custom still prevails, so the name would read: Ali Mohammed Al-Busaidi or Salma Said Al-Busaidi.

*for the record, I just totally made those names up and there is a likely chance that people with those names exist. They are for example purposes and should not be interpreted any more than that.

Children are sometimes named after a member of their family; many boys are named after their grandfathers, so that name will be in the complete name twice. It is considered respectful to elders and usually done when the person is not living anymore, but I've heard of names when the son is named after the still-living grandfather. Sometimes, when a person has a common name like Mohammed or Ahmed or Abdullah, they are affectionately known as "bin" or "bint" whatever, to not only avoid confusion with others of the same first and last names but also to pay respects to their elders. In the same sense, older women and men can be known as "umm" (mother of) or "abu" (father of) their first-born child or oldest son (if the first-born is not a male). For example, a women can be known as "Umm Ahmed" to people in her neighbourhood, to adults and children alike. It is also a sign of respect for men she does not know to refer to her as such, for calling her by her given name may be too personal for the husband's liking. It all depends on the family.

When women marry, they keep their family name and do not take their husband's last name. Her children will carry the father's name, but in a sense, she will retain her connection and identity with her family and tribe.

In March, when I was getting my residence visa processed, I received a phone call from my sponsoring ministry asking me for my mother's name to put on the visa application. At the time, it was quite cryptic and I asked, "Why just my mother's name? Don't you want my father's as well?" The man responsible responded, "We already have your father's name." Really, now?

My full name is Aisa Madelaine S----s M------z. My official first name consists of two names ("Aisa Madelaine") and my middle name is my mother's maiden name. In accordance to Arabic name structure practices, my father's name is Madelaine and my grandfather's name is S----s. 

I smiled as I texted the correct names to this ministry official, giving them not only my mother's name but my father's correct name, for the visa application. I can only imagine their confused thoughts when realizing that Madelaine is not Medardo. 
merely five minutes ago, i was given the contact number for the head of public relations in my sponsoring ministry. his name is saddam.

"not the iraqi saddam!" says the guy who gave me his number. 

"oh, i know," i reply, stifling giggles. i call both of saddam's numbers, and to my surprise, no answer ... 

i may be the only american who has saddam's phone number!

:: ba-dum CHING ::


i get RSS feeds from the richmond times-dispatch and i can't help but smile when i see headlines such as  "Richmond's 9am temperature was 87 degrees ... " and other such quips about the current heat wave gripping central virginia. all i can say is ... welcome to my life. except these past few days weren't so bad.

 last friday was the first full day for our new fulbrighters who were formerly in yemen, so we had a nice welcome by trekking out to jebel akhdar (green mountain) where the weather was beautiful, skies were clear and the company, as always, pretty awesome.

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saturday, was the oman v. japan world cup qualifying match. sadly, they tied 1-1, which means that oman probably won't qualify for the world cup. but it was a fun experience nonetheless. it had been a long time since i went to a soccer/football match and i forgot how yummy male soccer/football players are. hehehe.

  
  

today, i went to sohar for an OWA visit. sadly, no photos were taken, but the girls i met there were extremely sweet, cheerful and really welcoming. the director, however, seemed stressed. alas. after my morning at the OWA, i spent the afternoon with a new friend, aisha, who is entering her final year at sohar university. she spent last summer studying in the US, and it was an experience which basically changed her life. now she's applying for a fulbright grant to do her master's in the US. i had a really good time just talking to her (in english -- her english is SO much better than my arabic) and listening to all her life's ambitions. this lady's going's places!

four months left. INSANITY !!!! i've been missing a lot of summer things about home. like sno-to-go, the cheese shop, random parties, downtown concerts, cookouts, coldstone, festivals ... sigh. too bad it'll be fall/winter when i return. alas and alack.

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