Goth clubs and Gay bars
Trip Start
Jun 30, 2006
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Trip End
Jun 30, 2007
We're in Berlin at the moment trying so hard, in vain, to do such a little thing as update our journal. Not only are they most annoyingly closing in less than 15 mins, but I´ve also learnt that in life it is impossible to count on such simple neccessities as USB and DVD players. You pay your euro, and all you get is goddamn European keyboards with the z and the y in the wrong place.
So we've decided to make up for the fact that we have been shockingly sober in our trip so far by going out every night in Berlin. It hasn't been as we expected, but we've had fun nonetheless.
Our first wee adventure was to a goth club called The Last Cathedral. I must admit I was initially most dissapointed as in fact it wasn't held in an actual cathedral but a dingy basement, like Charis reminds me all good goth clubs are in
The oddness continued as Charis and I were quietly having our multi-coloured drinks, as some daft bint got up on the bar and started dancing. Funnily enough the bint turned out to be a right proper stripper, who proceeded to do her butt-dancy antics directly in front of our faces. I then had a bit of a freak-out at the fact that the stripped was all skinny and toned, whereas I have degenerated into a pale lump of lard. But not the kind that you put on bread at least. Ah well that's the sacrifice you make in order to eat beer and sausages for dinner each evening.
Aaanyway much more is to be said but unfortunately time escapes and the cafe is closing, so I'm afraid we must continue another time. Auf weidersehen!
PS So we never finished the entry, and never mind the photos, they come from Nuremburg and Freiburg and all sorts of places that we went to very much after Berlin.
So we've decided to make up for the fact that we have been shockingly sober in our trip so far by going out every night in Berlin. It hasn't been as we expected, but we've had fun nonetheless.
Our first wee adventure was to a goth club called The Last Cathedral. I must admit I was initially most dissapointed as in fact it wasn't held in an actual cathedral but a dingy basement, like Charis reminds me all good goth clubs are in
Altes Museum
. However, my spirits were soon bouyed by the fact they had a homoerotic wall-painting of a devil carrying off an angel for rape and pillage. Woo.The oddness continued as Charis and I were quietly having our multi-coloured drinks, as some daft bint got up on the bar and started dancing. Funnily enough the bint turned out to be a right proper stripper, who proceeded to do her butt-dancy antics directly in front of our faces. I then had a bit of a freak-out at the fact that the stripped was all skinny and toned, whereas I have degenerated into a pale lump of lard. But not the kind that you put on bread at least. Ah well that's the sacrifice you make in order to eat beer and sausages for dinner each evening.
Aaanyway much more is to be said but unfortunately time escapes and the cafe is closing, so I'm afraid we must continue another time. Auf weidersehen!
PS So we never finished the entry, and never mind the photos, they come from Nuremburg and Freiburg and all sorts of places that we went to very much after Berlin.


