Esperanto Yet Again
Trip Start Jul 16, 2013
36Trip End Oct 07, 2013
As it was, my first minor highlight for the day was discovering this sign in a pub - quite funny.
Lieber 'ne Runde im Lokal'
Als 'ne DŁnne im Bett
Better a round (one) in the pub than a thin one in bed.
It's pretty transparent but nevertheless I suppose it's only really funny if you can read it in German.
Did I find out what happened to the Esperantists yesterday? It turns out that despite the seeming urgency yesterday, it was actually for today.
So back again. Same place, same time, different day.
I had more time today so I walked the three kilometres. Across a bridge...
And past Check Point Charlie... A pretty serious spot in the old days. Now some German - or perhaps a Russian even, who knows - dresses up in American uniform there for photos. I'm not sure that's appropriate. They certainly wouldn't do that for any place associated with Jewish history in this area. And it's not as if the DDR era was full of jolly times.
Though apparently some rich woman has the actual building on the previous border and the museum there is a bit more serious.
The whole area though is certainly very touristy so I was keen to get through it as quickly as possible.
Finally I was back at the Ethiopian restaurant...
Present were the yesterday-mentioned polyglot from Britain (who now lives in Macedonia), the bird that organised it all, an Esperantist from Israel, his wife from Jordan, some bird from Switzerland - or Canada, or both, and another polyglot who was one of three that started up a German version of Facebook. It never made any money itself when they had it but according to the Internet they sold it a few years ago for 90 million Euros.
Lots of Esperanto over tea but also lots of other languages. Besides Icelandic - the English bloke also speaks Faroese! He stopped off there on the way back from Iceland so he has had a chance to speak it. A very self-effacing, pleasant chap I must say.
I presume everyone knew we'd be at an Ethiopian restaurant so I was surprised to find that I was the only one that knew any Amharic at all. Perhaps they couldn't be bothered with just a few words. They had to know all or nothing...
All in all an excellent vibe but I seemed to be the only one getting stuck into the beer.
After tea we ended up at another place for dessert.
Our waiter turned out to be an ethnic Turk and once I told him that our English bloke spoke Turkish they were suddenly best friends. The transformation was remarkable. We all had a go at ordering in Turkish and that didn't do any harm either.