Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go to Berlin
Trip Start Jan 17, 2006
58Trip End Dec 01, 2006
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Arriving in Berlin was amusing because we took the train to the Warschawer St and I was confronted by a one-man-band-sausage-standİ which was a man with an umbrella above him on a stick, with a gas bottle on his back with a grill on the front which had cooking sausages on it
This hostel is much better than the one in Frankfurt because it has private showers and toilets, even in the large dorms, it has a chill out room and heaps of games stuff. Additionally, there is a smoking room that is not the chill out room - this pleased me. In my dorm I had two punks who were dressed to the nines with their mohawks and army boots. They were in town because Berlin was hosting a punk convention at the time. Unfortunately for me, I was sleeping in the next bed, one of them hadn't showered for like four days, and believe me, you could tell. The other of the two, who I titled Bebop and Rocksteady (Teenage mutant ninja turles) got into some strife with the police so he was locked up for most of the time when he was staying there. I have included a photo of the fat smelly one.
Berlin is full of cool stuff and there is a multitude of world famous events and sites here in the city
I really like this city because it has so much going on and the rail system is just amazing: you can go almost anywhere in the CBD without walking more than a block or two. Infact, I reckon I've done more walking in the train stations changing services than I have to destinations after alighting. Sometimes this changing of services can be difficult and we had a little problem when I didn't read the sign and we got onto a train that was about to terminate. We were trapped in a dark tunnel until the driver got out and walked past and saw us. I thought the whole incident was pretty funny, but my travelmate, Ilkwan, didn't agree.
We managed to get to a Bundesliga (top German soccer league) match between Hertha Berlin and Hannover 96. It was a cheap afternoon of entertainment and I was thoroughly happy with the match. After the match, there was a massive fireworks display, which would have been a bit more impressive had the temperature not been -7°C.
There is this Aussie restaurant here called Corroboree, which I have been to twice. It is actually an authentic contempory bar like you would see in Perth. Something along the lines of the Brizzy or the Inglewood, except nicer than both. It is from outside there that I am writing this. That is why I will end it here, Potsdamer Platz is an open air environment and my fingers are freezing and it hurts to type.
PS the title of this entry refers to a poster I saw here on the street