Trip Start May 16, 2006
30Trip End Aug 16, 2006
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Anyway, Berlin. I botched the reservation dates, but the hostel guy found a spot for me. Really a weird guy. A mix of pompous, obnoxcious, and genuinely kind. One of those very well read types. Picture the nihilists in 'The Big Lebowski', including the crazy laugh, and that pretty much pegs him.
I forgot to go to the bombed-out church... again. The Reichstag was closed the day I went there to walk around inside, yarrrghh. The holocaust memorial was just as awe-striking and powerful as before. The Brandenberg gate is still a little over-rated. Some other stuff was still pretty cool. So my flight was at 6:00 or something ridiculous like that, forcing me to take the 30 minute bus to the airport at the very first time it ran, something like 4:30. So, being the frugal traveller, I decided to not get a hostel, but just lock my bag up in the train station next to the bus stop, and stay awake until the bus came. It was reminisent of my night at the train station in Vienna, without the crazy awesome random parking garage party. By that I mean, there were many awkward instances of quickly walking away from approaching homeless and/or crazy people approaching. When I went to get my bag from the lockers, one rounded the corner right as I approached my locker. I did an abrupt 180 and hustled out to the main street, where there was at least a little bit of normal-people foot traffic. When I cautiously went back a bit later, he was asleep in the locker room, so I quickly got my bag and bolted. Anyway, time travels veeeery slowly when you're watching BBC in a hostel common area at 3:30 am waiting for time to pass.
In London, I missed my connection, as I was given an impossile itinerary. After some more delays, eventually I was home, awake with only a few naps for about 48 hours. I got searched no less than three times, as this was ays after the uncovered terror plot scare thing in London. No liquids, no carry-ons larger than a CD-case, etc.
And then I was home.
The thing that I noticed that last day in Berlin, though, was how much I had been walking. I was on my feet and walking literally the entire day. I had to have walked 10-15 miles that day. It's probably the best shape my walking muscles will ever be in.
Also, I have read through a few of my earlier entries since returning home, and am really quite shocked at how incoherent many of them are. I can barely follow my sequencing of events, and I was there for all of them. I may go back and correct grammar, syntax, and general coherence of flow some day. But I may do a lot of things.