Hotel Hackescher Markt
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- Meeting rooms/conference facilities
- Drycleaning onsite
- Minbar in room
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Concierge desk
- Non-smoking rooms
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... about fireworks that they were going off all day around the city and in the crowd as we waited. It was like a battle zone with explosions and rockets from every quarter and no let up. The main show looked spectacular but as we were downwind the smoke cloud spoiled our view. It was rather scary as Mary will confirm. We did not get home till after 1 and were pleased to get indoors and away from the 'battlefield". Today we went for some sightseeing ...
... a lot so I’ll probably go on to write it heaps more.
We were set to stay in Amsterdam for the best part of a week to take a break, update our resumes and start the process of looking for jobs. Our flight home was booked and we had a mere 3.5 weeks left to run amuck. There was still heaps of fun to be had in Amsterdam though. Heaps more on that next ...
... living in Berlin, who had dreads, looked homeless and had 2 beers down his shirt and a can of beans and some tea bags in his bag made our night. He was the funniest man alive and so full of energy and wit. We also met the strangest drag queen a lovely young fellow from the states and his "German" (I'm pretty sure he wasn't German) friend. I can't explain how random this guy was but he was rude and hilarious at the same time asking the most inappropriate questions to ...
... it into the glass yet.
We cruised along at 90-100 mph and I decided to double check the hotel reservation in Berlin for tonight...Intercontinental Berlin. Sounded like a great hotel. I don't know of many Intercontinentals that are bad. The reservation said it was for Wednesday, leaving Saturday...Oops! It should be for Tuesday leaving Friday. We'll work it out when we get there. But it worried me all the way to Berlin.
... in for our host. She doesn't speak a word of English. In Portuguese and with a flurry of hand gestures, she shows us the lovely flat, explains how the appliances work and gives us directions to the supermercado. We nod and smile, half believing we can understand. We throw open the large windows and the sounds of the Alfama compete for our attention: church bells, rattling streetcars, birdsong, shrieking neighbourhood kids, barking Pekingese, hammers and chisels, bantering corner boys and ...