Hecker's Hotel Berlin
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Business Services
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... basics of reading a map. Yes they still exist! The hostel was in a perfect central location and offered an all you can eat breakfast buffet. When you've been travelling around you start to learn all the tricks, like making the most of buffet breakfasts. In Europe breakfast usually includes buns, salad, meat, cheese and cereal. In NZ that screams a perfect sandwich to take for lunch... The buffet never said all you can eat in two hours, so we may as ...
... and I ventured out late in the afternoon with Georgia to see the Berlin Wall. It's pretty magnificent. And to think it was only pulled down in 1989 is insane. Dinner was so freakin good. We went to Burgermeister. They had turned an old public toilet on the side of the road into a kitchen where they cook burgers lol. It sounds gross. No wait that is gross. But the burgers were so tasty. No more drinking for Leish. Being hungover is dumb. But Berlin was definitely a lot of random ...
... could hardly breath. She thought she had been pulling on her suitcase with the same arm for two and a half weeks and it caused a muscle in her back to seize up on her. She was in some pain.
Berlin is a huge city. The nice nice lady in the tourist information office told us to take the tram and two busses to the Intercontinental Hotel...nope, with Sandy's back, a 10 minute cab ride would be better. The Intercontinental was a very ...
... The skyline is low and the hilly terrain offers up extraordinary views. Outdoor cafés seem to cling precariously to lookout points where diners leisurely drink wine from ceramic jugs and eat plates of grilled fish. There is music everywhere - accordions, saxophones, cellos, mandolins, and guitars. At night, under flickering candlelight, young and old crowd into tiny bread box sized cafés in the Alfama and listen to the sorrowful songs of fado. One evening, an old dame ...
... didn't exist in the places I looked for them, or didn't exist at all. Staring at the multicoloured helix that is any city's metro map didn't help much either, as the word 'Alexanderplatz' struggled to emerge from the sea of unfamiliar-looking stations, and, when I did find it, the map still didn't tell me which platform to go from at Schönefeld. Fortunately, the familiar slurred sound of Scots floated across as I saw a whoop of Weegies who'd shared my flight and had been ...