Sendung vom 8. September 2015: Reiseblog Bournemouth

Ich begrüße euch, liebe Hörerinnen von FREIRAD! Am Mikrofon ist wieder Ewald Strohmar-Mauler mit einer neuen Ausgabe von „hinterfragt.“, dem kulturwissenschaftlichen Magazin.

Die heutige Sendung trägt den Titel:

Reiseblog Bournemouth.

Dazu gibt es eine lange und eine kurze Vorgeschichte.

Die kurze: ich war mit der Familie auf Urlaub in Südengland, und zwar in Bournemouth. Daher hatte ich wenig Zeit, mich um ein Thema umzusehen, das ich richtig kulturwissenschaftlich zerpflücken könnte. Also war eine Überlegung, wieder mal eine reine Musiksendung zu machen. Andererseits hatte ich ja ohnedies vor, eine Art Reiseblog über diesen Urlaub zu führen. Dieses könnte ich ja dann auch vorlesen. Einziger Nachteil, für alle, die nicht so gut Englisch verstehen: da ich im Urlaub sowas von »im Englisch-Modus« war, ist das Blog auch auf Englisch geschrieben.

Die lange Vorgeschichte erzähle ich aber erst im ersten großen Sendungsblock, nach ein wenig Musik. Für diese habe ich mir einige Titel von der Sommer-Playlist 2015 bei Jamendo genommen, damit es auch wie immer Creative Commons bleibt.


JARA Summer of Our Lives 03:59

Teil 1: Überblick

Nun aber zur langen Vorgeschichte dieser Sendung. Sie erklärt auch, wieso ich ein Reise-Blog schreibe, und noch dazu auf Englisch.

Es verhält sich nämlich so, dass ich Anfang August innerhalb einiger Tage beschlossen habe, eine Ausbildung zum Fremdenführer zu machen. Diese dauert drei Semester und am Ende steht die Befähigungsprüfung, die man für die Ausübung dieses gebundenen Gewerbes benötigt.

Daher beschäftige ich mich schon mal vorsorglich mit Tourismus, Reisen und was da so dazu gehört, und habe dann auch gleich eine Webpräsenz gebaut, auf der ich dann über die Ausbildung plaudern, oder eben auch Reiseberichte sammeln werde. Und das natürlich in gewohnt kritischer Weise. Und sobald ich dann Fremdenführer bin, wird die Seite dann auch die entsprechenden Angebote beinhalten. Der Link dazu:

Nun aber zum Reisebericht des diesjährigen Sommerurlaubes in Bournemouth.

Thursday, 27th August:

This year, we chose Bournemouth in South West England as destination for our family holiday, because we were looking for some Doctor Who event we could attend. As such events are rarely found anywhere outside the UK (except from the US), we chose the one in Bournemouth, in the end of August, where two of my favourite Doctor Who actors would be present.

The flight from Munich to Heathrow was quite unspectacular, then we took the National Express bus directly to Bournemouth. The weather was, well, British. Some rain, some sun, some wind, some twenty degrees. Not suitable for people who want to have 38°C and permanent sunshine for their holiday. But at the beach, you can find some few people swimming in the sea anyway. Of course I had to test the water the first day, soon after our arrival, but only by walking some few steps inside, because I didn’t bring my swimming trunks, and my wife and children thought it too cold anyway. Perhaps some other day.

After a quick tour round the town for orientation we decided to get a bite and then to return to our room. We were quite tired that day, because we had to get up at four to get ready for our flight, so we all fell fast asleep.

We are staying in a small B&B not far from the Bournemouth Inernational Centre, where the convention is taking place, which is owned by a nice Portuguese couple. Seagulls are laughing all the time somewhere, just like we hear the cocks crowing at home.

Friday, 28th August:

A trip to Salisbury was one of the few things we planned to look at in advance, so we got on the bus and off to that medieval town. After having arrived at the bus station next to the market place, we started looking for a post office to post the first bunch of postcards, and the tourist information for some kind of map. As this was the 800th anniversary of the Magna Carta, the town was full of ‚barons‘, plastic figures symbolising the barons who forced King John to sign (the first version of) that historical document which gave the barons and the church more freedom from the crown, and of which one copy is kept in Salisbury. Those baron figures were painted by artists, school classes, etc. so that every one was unique and it was fun to find the next one and read its explaing text.

The cathedral is a gorgeous piece of Early Gothic architecture, and it also is dedicated to the Magna Carta anniversary: everywhere you can find items hinting on human rights: from flags to artists‘ installations to lots of other baron’s figures standing at the outer walls like a guard of honour. Other than in most other cathedrals, you never have the impression that you are in a church that celebrates masses, but in some kind of exhibition hall. I don’t know if that’s only due to the additional items for the anniversary, or if it’s always like this, but I personally found it a bit irritating. I think that topic deserves some extra thought in a seperate article.

What I liked most in this cathedral were the colourful glass windows, but there is always too little time to explore all the details of such windows. A funny thing about the cathedral is that every bit and piece seems to have been sponsored by someone, according to the many plaques on the furniture and other objects.

The Magna Carta is shown in an adjacent building, the Chapter House, in a small tent where people are queueing to get a peek on it. For someone who is fond of medieval writings (like me) it is amazing to see how tiny the letters are, and how evenly written. There’s no change in the hue, not the slightest stain or droplet of ink, no change in size: a real master’s work. Of course you needn’t try to read it, even if you are good at Latin, because when you try, someone will call „Would you move on please?“, so you better look for a facsimile in the museum’s shop (unfortunately, I couldn’t find one on the internet). The (redesigned, interactive) exhibition is very professionaly made, with lots of information about the time and circumstances that led to the issue of the charter.

After all this, we were quite hungry, so we returned to the market place where there are lots of possibilities to find something to eat. Afterwards, we visited a small vintage market, and then took the bus to Bournemouth again.


Devon Elizabeth 17 03:03

Teil 2: Einblick

Saturday, 29th August:

So, today was the big day!

After plenty of breakfast (it would probably have to last the whole day, as we didn’t know if we could get something to eat at the convention) we dressed up as the Sixth, Seventh, Tenth, and Eleventh Doctor, respectively and walked towards the location where the convention should take place. We had to pose for two photos even before we reached the entrance! It seems that everyone here in England knows Doctor Who. So today’s motto was:

May I take a photo of you please?

After we had found out that that extremely long queue was for the cash machine, not for the convention itself, we entered and tried to find out where everything was located. Of course, we were looking for the stalls which all the geeky merchandise, but I also wanted to get autographs of some of my favourite Doctor Who actors, Sylvester McCoy and Sophie Aldred. My photoshoot with Sylvester and the Tardis console was booked for mid afternoon, so we should have plenty of time for everything.

Of course, just walking around was impossible. Lots of geeks in costumes or at least in t-shirts with funny phrases no outsider ever would understand (or care to understand anyway). As this convention was not specialised on a certain genre, like science fiction, you could find everything here, from manga fans in Sailor Moon costumes to fierce warriors in high-tech uniforms. And Doctors, of course – may I take a photo of you please? It was quite hard to look at the merchandise in peace because every now and then someone tipped at my shoulder and asked for a photo of the four of us. And it was also funny that we greeted every other doctor with a friendly „Doctor!“.

We couldn’t finish a full round of checking out all the stalls before buying anything, because we were ambushed by some guys looking out for contestants for the cosplay masquerade. We agreed because everyone was so enthusiastic about one whole family of Doctors, but the next attraction was lurking just around te corner: the DeLorean from Back to the Future. And, you know, 2015 is the year of „the future“ in the movie, so we had to let a photo of us taken in this un-Timelordish piece of time travel technology. Some yards away I found Sylvester McCoy signing, so I went strait to him and we did the typical Seventh Doctor rite of raising our hats to each other (he always wears a small hat not unlike the Seventh’s Panama hat). Sylvester is a really funny guy and not able to stop clowning around at any time, it seems.

Sophie Aldred (who played Ace, one of the seventh Doctor’s companions) was sitting in the other hall which was divided into three areas, one for the signings (many Doctor Who appearances, from some actresses of the Doctor’s companions, the voice of the robot dog K-9, to supporting actors and special effects guys). I had picked a picture of the Doctor and Ace for my Sylvester autograph, so that I could let Sophie also sign it. And she also signed my copy of the script of the first episode of a new free (!) comedy audio drama, Strangeness in Space, where she speaks one of the main characters. Just a few yards away was another of Sevens companions, Bonnie Langford aka Mel Bush, who is also such a nice one. Fortunately, the characters of series that are not currently broadcast are not too busy to talk a few sentences with their fans, and Bonnie was especially fond of our daughter’s Sixth Doctor’s outfit.

Well then, three autographs should be enough, and the cosplay masquerade was to start soon, so we got ready to start. After some endless queueing we got to see the stage at last, so we could plan some short act. We hadn’t done that before, so we had to improvise and hope nobody noticed. When we entered the stage, we looked around, then found some Daleks to fight against and then I commanded „When I say run – run!“, and we left the stage. Well, we didn’t win a prize, but many people (perhaps all of them Whovians?) who saw us told us that we were amazing, and this was prize enough.

Next big event was to be the long awaited photoshoot with Sylvester McCoy next to the Tardis console (which was in front of a green screen which then was subsituted by a Tardis interiour, so the photo was bigger on the inside). I downed a quick espresso and lined in the right queue. Behind a twelfth and a fourth Doctor. Some time later Sylvester appeared and clowned his way through the crowd. The photo crew was really professional and was able to produce really superb photos in such a short time. Of course, Sylvester is an full-blooded actor who loves to be with his fans. He especially joked a lot with the children, and all the exertion didn’t seem to harm him at all, despite his 72 years.

After that, we did family photos without Sylvester, but with the console, and after that we finally had some time for shopping without having to check our watches for the next event: there was none left. My wife invented one: we wanted to get photographed with as may different other Doctors as possible.

Then we found a stall that hadn’t been there in the morning: Clare Eden’s table for Strangeness in Space! Clare seems to have missed her train due to an argument with her printer in the morning, so she came later and set up her table in two minutes.

When we ran out of Doctors to take pictures with, we returned to our hotel to finally free our feet from those incredibly inconvenient shoes (I’ve been wearing sandals or flip-flops the whole summer) and suits. I’ll propose a Baywatch cosplay for the next time!

But all in all, we aren’t sorry at all to have been to this convention, we met a lot of very nice people, actors as well as fellow cosplayers, and a great many geeks who could be geeky in this surroundings without strange looks – but, as this was the first such event in Bournemouth, people on the streets aren’t used to so much geekiness and did look and ask of course. But this comes with cosplay. Perhaps many others would like to dress up not only in carnival, but are afraid of their surroundings‘ opinions. It sure would be a more tolerant world if strangeness could be accepted for what is is: one man’s strangeness is another man’s normality.


Becays Set You Free 04:26


Für alle, die sich erst später zugeschaltet haben:

Hier ist „hinterfragt„, das kulturwissenschaftliche Magazin live auf FREIRAD, dem freien Radio Innsbruck! Mein Name ist Ewald Strohmar-Mauler.

Das heutige Thema ist

Reiseblog Bournemouth

Ich lese euch heute die Einträge aus dem Blog der soeben beendeten Urlaubsreise nach Bournemouth in Südengland vor, und dazwischen gibt es immer wieder etwas Musik.


Akashic Records Hot Summer Ukelele 02:36

Teil 3: Seitenblick

Sunday, 30th August:

Today wasn’t very spectacular: we just went to the Oceanarium in the morning, which shows a multitude of animals from in and around the seven seas, and some rivers also. New since this springs are a couple of Humboldt penguins. It’s quite nicely done, but far too small for my taste. But I always say that facing such animal display houses, especially ocean ones – comparing the small confinements of such premises to the openness of the sea – and ironical though, in Bournemouth the sea – the real one – is just a few yards away!

After that we strolled along the beach, because the weather wasn’t that fine and also my wife had caught a little cold in yesterday’s change between warm (waiting in full costume for the masquerade) and cold (air conditioning).

But at least I could take some wonderful pictures of fish and turtles, an later of great plants in the Alum Chine Tropical Garden, which I insisted in visiting.

Monday, 31st August:

Corfe Castle, a medieval construction dating back to the 12th century, also can be reached easily by public buses. From the Tourist Information Centre we chose to take the longer walk, which would first take us to The Rings, an old fortress site which had once been used to besiege the Castle. Well, perhaps from home we are used to neat signs showing us the right way, but here there were no such signs and we had some time finding the right way. Or any way at all, we climbed some strange wooden structures over fences, used sheep-save door constructions, tried to avoid puddles, and at last reached a street near the cemetary.

But the castle is really a sight! And the National Trust, who inherited the premises (castle, land and all) from the former owners, does a good job not only in preserving the site, but also in presenting it. In the great court some tents are erected to show a glimpse of medieval life with volunteers showing cooking, handicrafts and other things. I was soon engaged in an interesting conversation with a musician who reconstructs medieval instruments and plays them for the public, giving hints on how to make you own strings from sheep’s guts, or how the instruments were tuned in those days.

When you enter the ruins, you’ll try to fit the parts together in your mind, but often there are pieces of a wall that seem to belong nowhere, and the archeologists did an admirable job in reconstructing the construction in drawings.

After your visit to the castle, it’s a good idea to enter a tea house for some tea and scones.

Tuesday, 1st September:

Today, we didn’t do much.

The most spectacular thing was the flight with the Balloon, which isn’t really a flight, but the balloon is released on a rope 150 m high, and back after a few minutes, after you had plenty of possibilities to look around and make photos. It’s an amazing view round though, and you can see along the coast to the end of the bay.

Afterwards, we strolled along the town’s shopping zones and filled some bags with things we hoped we wouldn’t get at home or on the web for the same price.


Thomas Allan Know It All 03:24

Teil 4: Ausblick

Wednesday, 2nd September:

Today, we tried to solve a „treasure trail“ puzzle we bought at the Tourist Information. It should cover the „Gardens & Sands“ of Bournemouth, and as I eagerly wanted to visit the gardens anyway, this would be an ideal solution to do so and have some entertaining hours for the rest who isn’t that fond of my photographing every blossom and bloom.

Well, the first obstacle was to get to the starting point of the quest, which was at Coy Pond in Poole. The description assumed everyone comes by car, which strongly reminded me of the situation back home in Tyrol. But comparing the public transport facitlities, I’d rather accept this in Tyrol than in England. But back to the trail.

It featured a fictitious murder case where we had to find out the killer and murder weapons by excluding people from a list of suspects and weapons by finding clues alongside the trail. The clues were mostly easily discovered, like a name on a sign or a lamp post, some others had to be deduced like in crossword puzzles: from an inspription reading „Je defends le cote faible“, and the questions „Who initially defended …?“ the answer was someone with the initials J and E. Je and J, E, right? It also helped if you were a botanist who knew her trees. Fortunately, someone nailed the trees‘ names onto most of them on little plaques.

Be that as it may, the gardens are a splendid sight in any respect. They are home to many plants you can usually only get a look of in palm houses and the such. Well, the English and their gardens. In Bournemouth those public gardens reach out like a scythe from the northwest to the Pier in the south central, and they are named not very originally as Upper, Central and Lower Gardens.

Half of the mysteries have to be solved after having left Lower Gardens, though. Here you had to watch out for traffic and masses of tourists, which diminished the fun in finding the clues somewhat. And I don’t know who surreptiously removed an inscription and swapped drain covers, but at the end, we could only guess the answers. And we failed, which we found out by checking the answer on the internet page of the puzzle’s publisher. Anyway, the story arc was not really finished telling us the nearer circumstances of the murder, fictitious as it might be.

As we were now on the Pier anyway, we had planned to spend the rest of the day at the beach, so we walked a few minutes to the part of the beach that lay just underneath the Westcliff zig-zag, which would take us back to our hotel in a short walk.

It wasn’t that warm, perhaps 20°C, but the sun, when it wasn’t hidden behind clouds, was strong enough to warm us when we came out if the water anyway. Well, just my sun and me had enough courage to plunge into the water, which was perhaps 16°C. Interestingly, two years ago, on the island of Sylt in northern Germany, it was my daughter who had been the braver one, although always clinging to me, as she couldn’t swim, and still can’t without support. We learned that this year the summer in Bournemouth wasn’t that great at all, whereas in the rest of Europe it seemed that everywhere something called „heat waves“ by the media took place. Well, it was enough for us, because we didn’t plan for a holiday at the beach anyway, but wanted to explore a bit of Southern England.

Thursday, 3rd September:

We packed early in the morning, then went down to our last „Full English Breakfast“ for a long time. Although I hope I can conjure up some such thing also at home – problem is to get hold of those sausages and bacon, because our sausages are spiced in some completely other way, and Tyrolean bacon is a totally other thing than English bacon, with all that taste-altering smoking, which is, in my opinion, just out of tradition, because today nobody can honestly claim it’s for preservation.

Then we set out for a last walk along the beach and around the town, eating our last haddock and chips (I’ll miss them, really!), and then back to the hotel to pick up our luggage and check out.

The voyage to Heathrow was as unspectacular as the one in the other direction. We were too early for the evening traffic jam, and we had plenty of time to check in and pass the anti-terrorism-scrutiny at the security check. So we had some two hours left until our plane was due, we carried too many pounds and pence to take home and there were plenty of shops to spend them. Of course, Harrod’s or Tiffany’s aren’t our price level, but as my wife mistrusted the „snacks“ they serve on airplanes, she thought it wise to buy some snacks at the airport. And some souvenirs. For the records: I got myself a box of Kitkats that’s shaped like a red telephone booth with a Buckingham Palace guard in front of it.

The plane was delayed, so we got to Munich a few minutes after 11pm. Then to the hotel for a refreshing sleep and then, the next morning we finally entered the bus back to Innsbruck.


SONIC MYSTERY Summer Breeze 02:23


So, aber nun genug hinterfragt für heute. Ich danke euch herzlich fürs Zuhören und hoffe, die Sendung hat euch wieder gefallen.

Und wie immer noch der Hinweis auf die Internet-Seiten zur Sendung:

Kritik, sowohl negative als auch positive, Wünsche und Anregungen könnt ihr gerne an mich per eMail senden:

Und wer die Sendung nachlesen möchte: die begleitende Website ist zu finden unter, dort findet ihr auch alle Links, oder könnt Kommentare zur Sendung abgeben. Ich spiele sowohl das Skript als auch den Mitschnitt so rasch wie möglich, meist noch am Tag nach der Sendung, auf die Website, und den Mitschnitt auch auf das Cultural Broadcast Archive,

Außerdem könnt ihr mir auch auf Twitter folgen @hinterfragtAT oder auf Facebook unter hinterfragt.

Das war Ewald Strohmar-Mauler mit der Sendung hinterfragt. Das kulturwissenschaftliche Magazin.

immer am zweiten Dienstag im Monat um 20 Uhr auf FREIRAD, dem Freien Radio Innsbruck, und die Wiederholung am 4. Donnerstag um 9 Uhr Vormittag.

Und nun verabschiede ich mich und wünsche euch noch eine gute Zeit.


Disconauts Music Production Beach 03:01

David Amber Gnarly (feat. Devyn Rush) 03:16

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