Wednesday
I arrived in Berlin off of the night train around 8 in the morning, and was immediately struck by its scale. Wikipedia says that it is the second largest city in the European Union. Its population is a little less than that of Los Angeles.
A good portion of the group from Calvin had been traveling Europe during this time, so I had made some plans to meet up with a fellow student also in Berlin and go with him on a free walking tour around Berlin. However, i was not able to find him, so I ended up going into a hostel in the city to see if the walking tour stopped there (and to get out of the rain and mooch off of their wi-fi). My friend had ended up deciding to go on a paid tour of the city, and i didn't really feel like paying, so we didn't end up meeting up. Just like many of the other days, I walked around the city from landmark to landmark, and saw the Fernsehturm, the Brandenburg Gate, and the Charlottenburg Palace (to name a few). I enjoyed berlin, but was tired from traveling, and definitely ready to head home at this point.
Brandenburg gate. From wikimedia.
Although i'm sure berlin has much to offer, i wasn't able to spend much time there - since the night train I took tuesday night began the last day I had on my pass, i had to make it back to amsterdam that night. I thought i had to catch the train around 4:30, but in a bout of paranoia i checked my itinerary and realized that i was actually supposed to leave at 3:40. Classic closet dyslexia coming out to bite me! Anyways, i made it back to the station, but just barely. from there, I took the train back, and got home at 11:58 that night.
Monday
Monday morning, I woke up in the Milan airport, ready to leave for Munich. However, before I left, I had a few questions about my route, and wanted to confirm things with one of the Italian transit people. PROTIP: when in doubt about which route you are going to take, do not ask an Italian transit official. After explaining to them that I had a eurail pass for a certain number of countries, they proceeded to give me a route which led through a country outside of the pass, and so when I found that out later on, I had to pay the 10 euro or so for that one part of the route.
I eventually ended up in Munich. Sadly, my camera had died at this point, and since i left my charger at home, I was not able to get pictures. Sorry bout that. I tried going to several different hotels and asking if they had that type of charger (hotels/hostels often have a big bin of chargers behind the desk that people leave behind at the hotel, so you are usually able to rummage through it, looking for one that might work), but no one had my specific type.
The rest of the day, I walked around the city of Munich.
Picture borrowed from http://www.orangesmile.com/ because I was camera-less.
Tuesday
In the morning i visited the street market in the city center and bought some produce, then took the train out to the town of Fussen to visit Neuschwanstein castle. In the planning phase of my trip, i remembered that europe has cool castles, so i googled something along the lines of "best castles in europe", and stumbled upon this one. Take that, frommer's and lonely planet.
Neuschwanstein castle. This photo is from http://thebesttraveldestinations.com/
Neuschwanstein castle is pretty stunning. After Ludwig II's father died and funding was available, Ludwig II (the king of the region) started pouring all of his funds into castle construction. You would think being a king of a rich region would provide you with more than than enough money to build a castle, but I guess the popular saying remains true: never trust a Bavarian to stick to a budget. The king went into large amounts of debt building it, and never even completed construction, dying before work on the middle floor could be completed. Upon his death, the royal family halted construction, and opened the castle up to the public.
After touring the castle, I still had some time left before the last train departed for Munich, and so decided to forego the bus down the mountain in favor of walking. it took me a while to figure out how to walk back to the town and train station, and at one point I accidentally started walking on a scenic trail. I am sure that the town's residents appreciate the gently winding paths, but i found them quite frustrating, as I had to make it back so I wouldn't miss the last train back to munich. With that delay, I cut it pretty close, and eventually got on the train five minutes before departure.
Saturday
Although the previous day was great, I did not in fact go to genova to visit Italian architects. Instead, I stayed there because of its proximity to Cinque Terre, an area along the northeastern coast of Italy. The cirque terre is a series of 5 towns in close proximity to each other, each beautiful and each connected by trails along the coast. Although it is a popular place for tourists to visit, I had hoped that since I was visiting before the main part of the tourist season, the trails would not be too overrun. After a 2-hour train ride, I arrived in Riomaggiore, the southernmost of the five cities. It was some of the most beautiful hiking I've done - hopefully you get some taste of how it was from the pictures.
After walking around for the afternoon and evening, I ended up at the middle town of the cirque terre. I should have looked at the time sooner- the next train would be leaving a bit after 11pm, and since the ride took 2 hours, I was going to miss the last bus back to the hostel. I was sitting at the station (reading Necromancer by william gibson), waiting for the train to come, and whilst there, I was approached by someone who was also trying to get back to genova and was wondering about how to get back. the two people asked if they could follow me back, and while i was nervous having people follow me, not being the most directionally adept of people, I accepted. On the ride back we played mad libs (turns out those things still exist), and I learned that they were staying in the same hostel, so we were able to split a taxi for the ride back.
Sunday
Not much to write about today - I spent another day hiking in cinque terre. I was going to go into the water at one of the beaches, but the area was too cold, and I was also nervous about leaving my stuff on the beach, because my professor told the same story 5 to 10 times of how his son had all of his things stolen while swimming in an italian beach. A car drove up onto the shore, people jumped out and grabbed their bags, and the thieves drove off with all of the groups belongings. As such, i was quite nervous. after laying on the beach for a while, i went walking along the coast again, and this time did not miss the earlier train back. The following morning, I was going to head out early over to Munich, so I took the train up to Milan, and slept there.
Once arriving in Genova, I set out for my hostel via a bus. Although I bought a couple bus tickets for my time there, I was soon reminded that almost no one pays for the bus in Italy. I think the bus drivers can pretty clearly notice that no one pays, but just don't care.
The view from my hostel.
The hostel was located amongst the hills surrounding the city, about a 30 minute bus ride away from the center of town (the trip was a bit longer when I rode it to the wrong end of the line first.) It is a member of Hostelling International - I've stayed at these several times, and they always prove to be basic and rather uninteresting, but clean and inexpensive. I dropped off my bags, picked up a map, and returned to the city to investigate the historical district. While looking around, I met an Italian from Genova, an architect who had been planning on meeting up with friends who were visiting the area to check out the downtown area. His friends never showed up and so he had the afternoon free, so he offered to show me around. It was an odd surprise, but turned out to be a huge blessing - he had a huge store of insight into the history of the town and what parts were best to see. I learned that Genova's symbol of St. George and the dragon, and the red and white cross come from England - the country offered the prestige of its symbol/crest after Genova supported them in a war. Permission to change what your city's flag looks like seems less than equal to military support, but HEY, I'm not Italian. [EDITORS NOTE: I was researching this and found the wikipedia page about the origin of the cross. According to wikipedia, its actually the other way around - the cross was used in several regions around spain, and the english payed the genoans for protection in the shipping channels in that area. Hmmmm.]
We parted ways for dinner, then met back up a couple hours later. He showed me more of downtown, including two really cool bars - one with live Jazz music, and the other had once been an old prison dungeon. It had stone walls and was lit primarily by candles. The day was full of interestingness that I would have known nothing about had I just been by myself.
Super cool jazz bar.
Moral of the story: if you want to visit cool medieval bars, meet architects in Genova by staring at old buildings.
An old building you can practice staring at.
Other random note: Not only was Geneva itself expensive, its after-effects imputed my wallet greatly as well- when I stayed the 4 days in Switzerland, I spent a lot of money, so when I arrived in Genova, I was so relieved at the cheaper prices, and spent a lot more than I normally would. This is not recommended as a strategy for financial success.
Lake Geneva (Leman), like much of Switzerland, is surrounded by mountains, and during my second day I climbed one of the trails that was accessible via a short bus ride out of town. The trail started out steep but well-groomed and stable (with steps at some points!). Several trails traverse the ridge, so I transferred to another one of these trails, and this one was decidedly trickier - there were many points where rope was strung along the trail because the bath was too slanted and slippery otherwise.
As I walked along the trail, I noticed a long quarry being mined right next to the mountain. When making sand castles as I was younger, I didn't put the hole where the sand was dug from right next to the castle. Apparently, the miners never made sand castles as a child.
Although I had successfully navigated for a while, I am a creature of habit, and so got lost roughly 3/5s of the way up the mountain. The face at this point was steep and slippery - a definite transition from hiking as difficult as the stuff depicted in the Fellowship of the Ring to the hiking in the Return of the King. And just like in the Return of the King, (spoiler alert!) I finally found my way, (spoiler alert!) made it to the top of the mountain, and (spoiler alert!) had my finger bitten off by a deformed halfling, sealing its fate and the fate of the powerful magic ring they both plummeted into the fiery depths within the mountains below. I then rode down the mountain on a giant eagle.
My trek down the mountain ended at a point significantly different from where I started, so I walked through Swiss towns for several hours until I found my way back to the city. Along the way, I almost accidentally walked into France. I was originally planning on spending another day in Geneva, but felt at this point that I had seen the majority of what the city had to offer, so I pushed forward my schedule to leave early the next morning for Italy. The train was going to depart at 5:30 in the morning. I didn't feel like paying for another night in the hostel when I would be there for only a short amount of time, and, lacking a phone or alarm clock, I was afraid I would miss my ride, so I grabbed my bag and headed outside the station. There were several other standing around outside: a cadre of taxi drivers, several clearly drunk people wandering aimlessly about, and a group of locals who had missed the last train from the city center out to their town. I conversed for a while with a man who spoke only French, which, because my polyglotism extends to a pretty good knowledge of English and a high-school language program's worth of Spanish, meant that communication was rather difficult. Aside from the French guy trying to fleece me out of cash several times ("No, good sir, I will not give you 100 euros (~145USD) for 100 francs (~120USD)"), the conversation was entertaining. Eventually, the station opened and I boarded the train.
Although Interlaken is pretty small, I still managed to get turned around several times spend some time exploring the city as I made my way to the train station. I take the attitude that no area is too small, well organized, or well-signed to get lost in. Eventually, I stumbled upon the station and rode over to Geneva, only a couple of hours east. Lake Geneva(Lake Leman) is half in Switzerland, half in France and one of the largest lakes in the world. The city of Geneva itself is famous not just for being the signing place of the Geneva convention, but also for being really Protestant: John Calvin spent roughly 3 decades in the city, and several places throughout the city mention that when being developed, it was envisioned as a "Protestant Rome". At the Parc de Bastions in Geneva there are statues of several of the main reformers.
I dropped my bag at the hostel and navigated over to the tourist station for a map and info about the city's sights. Geneva is a nice city, but more oriented towards the successful (very rich) businessman type, rather than the average (not very rich) college student - a #1 at McDonalds was over 11 francs! 11 Francs is about 13 dollars, and the prices there were indicative of prices throughout the city, so I stuck to the grocery stores for food.
The first city I planned on visiting was Interlaken, a small swiss town nestled amongst the middle of the Alps right in the center of Switzerland, with a lot of easy access to hiking. My initial route there was pretty direct, but just as I had all of my things packed and was about to depart on my trip, I realized that I didn't have my passport. After tearing my room apart for a few minutes, I finally found it, and was able to head out, but this little delay was enough for me to miss my first train in my itinerary. As a result, I had to take a different, slightly longer route, with transfers in Utrecht (a dutch city south of Amsterdam) and Frankfurt.
Another transfer was Frankfurt, but I was only there long enough to walk around the main street for a couple of blocks and buy a frankfurter (get it? because thats where I was!). The train ride down into Switzerland was beautiful, but sadly, as I showed up to the hostel, the skies opened and water poured out, so I was stuck in the hostel for the night. I cooked pasta from ingredients left there by previous travelers and met some of the hostels tenants. The majority of people in the hostel were American, and a large number of them were also using the Eurail pass to travel around for the summer. Since I had never heard of the Eurail pass before this trip, I was surprised that it was so widely used.
The hostel in Interlaken.
In Lauterbrunnen
Tuesday
Following a recommendation from another hostel-goer, I decided to visit Lauterbrunnen, an area about 10 minutes away from Interlaken. Three other people from the hostel and I decided to walked through a valley and then up one of the mountains. The hiking was great, although a bit cloudy near the top. Since this trip was at the beginning of June, I managed to avoid many of the crowds that would be traveling Europe later in the summer, and so saw next to no one else for much of the hike.
Once we reached a village near the top, a couple of Swiss guys gave us a ride in the back of their maintenance truck for 20 minutes or so. We hiked on for a little while longer and then split up, the three others hiking back to the hostel, and me continuing onwards for a few more hours.
I should mention that when I was initially leaving for Amsterdam back in the middle of January, I hadn't considered the possibility that I would be doing a lot of hiking, and as a result, instead of having boots for all of this hiking, all I had were some old tennis shoes that were falling apart. "Falling apart" isn't an exaggeration - halfway through my hike, the sole entirely separated from the shoe, and as I walked on by myself, half of the stitching on what was left of the bottom of the shoe broke. I spent most of the afternoon/evening hiking, and then spent another night in the hostel.
Entirely unrelated song post:
There are two main reasons why you should listen to this song without knowing anything about it:
Its a remix of a song originally by Hans Zimmer, and therefore is inherently good.
It is by a band called We Plants are Happy Plants. How could a band with a name like that not make good music?
The semester is finally over! I'm excited to finally get back to the states and eat chipotle, use public restrooms, drive a car, and not pay exorbitant prices for food. Although I'm ready to go back, our plane trip back is 2 weeks after the end of exams, leaving time for travel. Since this is probably going to be the last time for a while that I'm going to get to visit Europe, I wanted to go to a few different places. I didn't have a specific idea of where I wanted to go other than that I wanted to visit areas with a lot of great scenery.
I had heard other friends who were planning on traveling mention that they were using the Eurail pass, a travel ticket sold to people from outside the European Union, specially geared to people doing a lot of traveling in a short amount of time. Options for the pass range from travel within one country for only 3 days to unlimited transportation in the EU for 3 months.
After looking through the options for a while, I settled on the 5 day, 4 country pass. The days did not have to be consecutive, and on those days I was allowed to travel as much as I wanted within Germany, Italy, Switzerland, and Benelux (since the Netherlands, Belgium, and Luxembourg are pretty small, they are treated as one country). Having decided upon which countries I would visit, I then had to decide which cities I visited in those countries, and for the sake of consistency with my other trips,t waited too long to start planning. I would be leaving Monday morning, and so throughout Sunday night grappled with figuring out a good route and deciding which cities would be good. The decision process primarily consisted of perusing wikitravel(which, by the way, is an awesome sight if you are trying to learn about a city or region), searching on google for "hiking near _____", checking to see if the hostels in the areas weren't exorbitantly expensive, and then searching national railway sites for route times. I reordered my route several times (finding the most efficient route is an NP-complete problem, after all), and, as the sun rose Monday morning finally figured everything out.
The route I would be taking. Google maps pegs this route at over 3,000 kilometers.
Sunday was the day of the bboying event, so I didn't run around trying doing as many things as some of the other days. This was a really enjoyable break - I was pretty exhausted at this point in the trip from all of the walking and traveling. The event was held in Dourdan, a city about an hour outside of Paris. Most of Dourdan was closed down, because it was both a Sunday and a holiday - Victory in Europe Day, the day the Nazi military officially surrendered to the Allies. The town was pretty small, so it was easy to find the venue. In fact, once I got off the train and walked for a block or two, I was able to hear the music (they were blasting some songs outside), and just follow the sound until I arrived at the venue - how hip hop is that? Very hip-hop, I would say.
The jam was a 2 day event - the first consisted of several different competitions, the main one being a power battle, where different bboys battled for the open eighth slot in the main competition. This also would've been fun to attend, but I didn't go because I wanted to spend the day in Versailles.
The event was held in a theater, which makes a lot of sense - most of the people were probably there to watch the world-class competitors, so obviously it is important that everyone can see. A typical jam is held in a large open room so that between the rounds of the competition people have room to dance, but it wasn't as necessary here. Sitting in a theater for a jam was a novel experience for me. There was also a projector that played short trailers of the bboys on the screen behind the stage, which was also new and interesting. The only downside was that because of all of the power trailers, I heard that "Invaders Must Die" song by the prodigy at least 50 times, which gets old pretty quickly.
The stage where the competition took place.
Even though all of the bboys were doing powermoves, they all added their own unique flavor, which I think is a cool response to the idea in some bboying circles that there is this dichotomy between style and power - these bboys have a lot of style in their power. The final battle was between lil g and marcio, with lil g winning. The stamina of those competitors is amazing - I have no idea how they still have that much energy after throwing moves like that all day. A link to the final battle is below, if you are interested.
That evening I returned to Amsterdam, via the route of train, to metro, to metro, to eurolines bus, to one more train. I arrived home in Amsterdam, exhausted, early Monday morning.
The original idea was to spend 2 days in paris, one in Marseilles, and the last at the jam in Dourdan. Saturday morning, I rode over to the metro station where I would be departing and found the proper kiosk to buy my ticket to marseilles. I was shocked to learn that one way would be 86 euros! That's 129 dollars, my american friends. Considering that my ticket from Amsterdam to Paris was only ~35 euros, this was way too much, especially since I would only be there for a day.
My seemingly flawless and watertight plan was disrupted, and I was scrambling to figure something else out. I finally decided to stay in Paris, and so boarded the tram back to the hostel to reserve a bed for that night (since it was saturday, I wanted to make sure I bought a bed before it was too late and possibly packed). At one of the metro stops, I ran into 2 calvin students from another study abroad trip! They were studying in Spain and decided to spend a weekend in Paris before their return to the states. Crazy stuff.
We decided to go to the Parisian catacombs, which holds the bones of roughly 6 million people - as Paris rapidly expanded in the 17th and 18th century, cemeteries that had previously been on the outskirts of the city turned into prime real estate area, so huge numbers of skeletons were moved to the catacombs.
After walking through the catacombs, the two people from the calvin program and I went our separate ways. Per their suggestion, I decided to check out Versailles.
This was a good idea for several reasons:
1. It was less than an hour outside the city, instead of 3 hours.
2. It was 4 euros round trip, instead of what would've been 160ish.
3. Admission to the Palace of Versailles was free! cool beans.
I don't know how they afford all of this stuff through free admission, but I'm not complaining.
Once the palace closed, I walked down to a nearby pond, and found a footpath. I walked on this footpath east, away from Versailles, for a while. It passed by this plot of gardens that were being farmed by french people, and met up with the road. I followed this road for a few hours until finally heading back.
Lots of small plots, presumably owned by different people.
After doing some more trip planning on one of the computers in the hostel, I attempted again to find the free walking tour. According to the map I had, they were supposed to meet right by the Moulin Rouge, a dance/concert hall in the north of Paris that apparently was the birthplace of the can-can and striptease dancing. It is also notable for having a large red windmill on its roof, which I find less interesting, since I see windmills all the time in Holland. Although I found the area, I failed again at meeting up with the free walking tour group, so I decided to head out on my own.
Heading south, I walked by the Eglise de la Sainte-Trinite, a 140 year old Catholic church, and made my way over to the louvre (still free!), because I didn't have enough time to check out the 3rd floor on the previous day. The floor contained mainly french, dutch, and flemish art.
And this. I saw this.
Since I was planning on having this be my last day in Paris, I continued hitting up the various tourist attractions/historical monuments: I walked to the Grand Palais, Petit Palais, and the Musee de l'armee. Next, I wanted to check out the Cathedral of Notre Dame. On the way, I passed through the Jardin du luxembourg, a nice park which contained the original model of the statue of liberty.
The musee de l'armee. I though it was pretty cool how the shadow was dividing the building right in half.
Depicted - the notre dame church that
WASN'T in the disney movie.
It took a while to make it through the labyrinth that is the street layout of paris, but I eventually made it over to Notre Dame. Upon arriving, I wasn't that impressed - it just seemed like a normal, old church - definitely not deserving of being the subject of an entire novel or Disney movie. I later realized that just as there are multiple statues of liberty in paris, there are multiple notre dames, and I ended up at the lame one (doesn't even have a wikipedia page!). Heading back that night, I also passed by the July Column monument to the French Revolution.
Another bboy picture, this time in the musee de l'armee.
Entirely unrelated song post:
To continue with the theme of cool Canadian musicians (I put up a song by rapper Kyprios in my last post), theres this cool dubstep/electro band I've been listening to lately called Zeds Dead, from toronto. The song here is a remix of a track by the foo fighters.
Just like in my trip to Spain over spring break (which you can read about here), a lot happened on my trip to France, so I'm splitting it up over several posts.
Beforehand/ Wednesday, May 4 I knew that before leaving Europe I wanted to visit France. Its one of those things in the list of "integral study abroad experiences", along with wearing scarves and judging other less-enlightened americans for not having enough of a multicultural perspective. In a manner similar to my trip to Antwerp, I read about a dance competition being held in a city just outside of Paris and used that as an excuse to travel. My plan was to just go and watch, rather than compete.
"But Matt", you might interject, "why would you go all of the way to France for a competition that you are not even participating in?" First off, perceptive reader, I would like to thank you for your well-placed question, giving me an excellent opportunity to segue into talking about the competition in more detail. It is readers like you that make blogs like this possible. Secondly, this competition is not a typical one. Instead, the event promoters managed to get 7 of the worlds best powermovers (powermoves being the momentum-based bboying moves, such as spinning on your head, that people normally think of when they think of bboying). It was going to be a great time just to watch.
The week preceding the event had several holidays, so I had the time off and was able to leave wednesday night, spend two days in Paris, one in some other city, and then sunday in Dourdan at the competition. I would take the Eurolines night bus to get to France - it is about a 6-hour ride, so if I grabbed a late bus, I would be able to sleep on the way and get there early, without having to spend extra on a hostel.
I had this rough plan several weeks in advance, but didn't put too much thought in it, and so on wednesday I was still scrambling to figure out my travel plans. After reading travel website Wikitravel for a while, I decided to go to Marseilles on saturday. I then quickly bought my bus tickets and reserved my hostel rooms several hours before leaving. Around 8:50 wednesday night, I rode the train over to the bus stop, and began the long bus ride. Having used this company once before (on my trip in Spain), I should have realized that getting any amount of good sleep was an impossibility. The seats are perfectly angled to keep you alert as possible, and the temperature of the bus ranges from too cold to awkwardly warm and humid. It is a little bit worse than airline seating - at least airline seats recline. Sorry - I'll stop whining now. It was convenient enough.
Thursday, May 5 I arrived in Paris around 6 am, and headed off to my hostel in order to drop off my bag and grab a map of the city. Since I got there so early, they let me have breakfast, which was great. I also grabbed some extra baguette rolls for lunch and dinner. The fact that they were free meant that they became the primary staple of my diet for the next few days.
Outside the hostel.
Arc de Triomphe
From there, I walked over to the Arc de Triomphe. It seems like there are a lot of triumphal arches in different cities I've visited. I then headed downtown in search of the free walking tour - I was impressed by the free walking tour in Seville, and so wanted to go on one again. However, I could never find the group, so I ended up just walking around the center of town for a while (not a bad fate in itself), eventually heading over to the Louvre. You enter the louvre through the largest of the three glass pyramid structures. They look cool but seem to work like a magnifying glass and focus the light, heating up the inside - I feel bad for the security guards who have to stand in that all day. I was able to enter the museum for free because of my temporary residency in the Netherlands, and so I proceeded to check out the lower two floors, which contain the statue of ramesses II, the statue of aphrodite/venus de milo, the code of hammurabi, the french crown jewels, and a lot of other art.
I was surprised by the large amount of Egyptian artifacts present in the museum - they have over 50,000 objects from ancient Egypt, including scrolls, statues, and jewelry. For some reason, I only expected Western European art, so seeing the Egyptian collection was a nice surprise.
Though this is often the case with more famous museums, the building was as impressive as much of the art. I later learned that the building used to be a palace for French kings until 1682, when they moved to Versailles and kept the Louvre as a place to display their art collection. Its a huge and beatiful structure. Eventually, I made my way over to the mona lisa. There was a big room set aside primarily for that picture, with several other pictures in the room as well. Honestly, I was surprised by how large it is - I had always heard of how small the Mona Lisa is, but it actually is a normal sized painting.
Also that day: a sandwich and french fries - in france! To my dismay, the french fries were not leagues above other non-france french fries I've had before. In fact, they just tasted like normal french fries. Though, I guess thats to be expected, considering that french fries don't even originate in france. The scandal!
That evening, I went over to the Eiffel tower, and took some pictures with it. It was not hard to find the tower, because it rises so much over the rest of the skyline. I didn't end up going in the tower. I later walked along the Seine, found another one of the statues of liberty, and checked out the hippodrome d'auteil (a horse racing track) on the western corner of the city.
That night, after I returned to my hostel. I walked to a nearby convenience store and bought some cheese and meat to put on my baguettes. It wasn't that far from my hostel, but I still managed to get lost for a few minutes on the way back. PROTIP: never say to yourself "hey, i didn't get lost on this trip!" until you actually get home.
Entirely unrelated song post: This is a song by Kyprios, a Canadian rapper that used to be in rap group Sweatshop Union. I think I originally heard this song on the indie rap blog pigeons and planes. The production is really unique for a rap song - kinda dark and drum'n'bass-ish, and it works out really well. Plus, you can download it for free! (Without getting fined over 200,000 dollars for pirating a few tracks). Check out the link below. Kyprios - Go Away (Superhero Remix) by listentosuperhero
