Travel Blogs from Berlin
... hidden footpaths.
You secret garden of blossoming hearts.
You bustling underground of coffee-stained subway maps.
You aching backpack.
You proud dawn walk home in last nights' crinkled clothes.
You kingdom to a wandering hearts' throne.
Berlin, you empty loft.
You basements of bare-stripped wallpaper.
You hour-long waits outside abandoned doors.
You roaring 20s, you silent ...
... Having some stunning happy hour steins (4 euro) at the bar was fun before heading out for some Asian food. Finishing dinner up at around 12 we grabbed another beer at the hostel before heading to the club “Cookie”. It was pretty cool, nothing too crazy but. Staying there till the wee hours of the morning.
Our third day in Berlin was going to be a bit slower with us all a little bit under the weather after a night of drinking! I pre booked tickets to see ...
... up and see the view of the city. We paid €12 and went over 200 feet in the sky, it was a little freak knowing we were up so high. After we got there we walked around and checked out the sights. It was a little disappointing, the windows were reflecting the light from inside the building so it made it hard to see out over the city. Kathy and I decided to spend the hour drinking a piña colada and chatting. It was so strong! We ended up getting Steph to help down it :) After ...
... Aussie friend of a friend!) and am possibly going to go from Copenhagen to Germany via Amsterdam in need of some company!
Then I was off and about.
Around the corner is a (another) memorial where a prison used to be - which is now a garden. Had to lay down for a while as reading the info in the bright sunlight brought on the signs of a migraine - just thought I'd mention that (the SUN not the migraine!).
Then off again.
Revisited the memorial of the ...
... I mean, why would you think of making sure you have the contact details of the person who will pick you up? They will just be there, duh. YA RIGHT. Stupid me!
After I wait a bit, and then a bit more, and then just a tiny little bit more, I finally get to a lady who eventually books me for a flight the next morning at 6:45 via Frankfurt again. Since Lufthansa does not offer a direct reimbursement (duh, why would they??) I can wheedle her into at least giving me ...