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Today our port was Warnemunde (Rostock), Germany. We left early and took a train further inland (2+ hour train ride).
We started in Oranienburg where the Sachsenhausen concentration camp was. The camp is open as a memorial and many of the buildings are gone but labelled with markers. This camp was one of the earlier concentration camps, opened in 1936 and intended to be a model ...
It was an gorgeous day in Berlin and the crowds were out enjoying the day. After taking some pictures in....we decided to answer our tummy cravings for true German Weiner Schnitzel and where better to find it than a street vendor. YUMMY!!!!! (And the best part...only 1.5 Euros.....nice change from Italy).
We then wandered on down the street to the Berlin Cathedral. The cornerstone of ...
... the front of the original Checkpoint Charlie, and something called the Berlin Spy tunnel.
Left the museum and headed to McDonald's for a quick lunch and coffee. It was the cutest McDonald's, like a little cottage in the woods.
We drove back to the apartment, cleaned out the car, and decided to go to the movies. After looking at the reviews, we decided to see Riddick instead of Paranoia. Not sure if Riddick was better than ...
... You can walk around the top of the building and have panoramic view of the city. It also contains a series of story boards which tell the very interesting history of Potsdamer Platz. So at that stage I thought I'd head back to my cousins place (where I was now residing) as it was getting a little late. As I was navigating the underground I received a call from a friend, Caroline McKean from Australia, who was in Berlin for one night and ...
One of them got a photo with me as well.
The fellow on the left even had a school-friend who'd emigrated to Tasmania and lived at Tinderbox for a while. Makes a change from Ayers Rock where most Germans seem to have been.
The same bloke even knew about our Tasmanian Esperanto Mi Longe Penis t-shirts!
This seems to be a universal necessity - places open late catering to late ...