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Published: March 1st 2007
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The "Famous" Berlin Gate, who's name I can't remember...
It starts with an F, I believe. I have a terrible time remembering German words. I literally sprinted a long way down a road to take this picture before the sunset went away. The gate doesn't look great but I'm glad the colours of the clouds turned out fairly vividly. Hoooonestly I've been on the internet for ages already, so this is going to be short. I've uploaded a ton of photos from this WONDERFUL Berlin walking tour that Derek and I took today. Our guide was so animated and super knowledgable, it was excellent! If you're coming to Berlin, we recommend Brewer's Berlin English Walking Tours, and ask for Barnaby because he's great!!!
Not only did he show us the main sights, but he taught me so much about the history of the city which I really appreciated. Now I finally understand the whole East and West Berlin thing properly. I'm really pleased. Most of the info from the tour is generally summed up in the picture captions, so be sure to check them out.
Tomorrow Derek and I are moving hostels from Globetrotter Odyssey, but we plan to stay in Berlin for 3 more nights before heading to Amsterdam. Our hostel was busy when we checked in the other night so we've been sleeping in a different room every night, which is annoying because we have to make our beds a fresh each night and pack up our stuff completely each morning. I am SOOOO sick of
making up the top bunk. As my mom can attest, having made mine for so many years, the top bunk is absolutely the hardest possible type of bed to make up. I don't ever want to make a bed and could certainly never be a room maid. The hostel has a really cool atmosphere in the morning, when they play a really amazing, but wonderful selection of music and we feast on an extremely satisfying, free, all you can eat breakfast. However things change at night. I feel rather out of place as the hostel seems to be predominantly populated by intense punk rock types, with leather studded jackets, crazy partially shaved heads with remaining hair brightly coloured, and excessive piercing. I think I stood out a fair bit last night as I sat in the common room working on my cross-stich while using my bright pink iPod to drown out the screaming music that was playing with some good ol' fashioned country. I don't fit in with the morning crew, either, as that consists of hippies which huge dreds or, um, alternative ladies with shaved heads. Oh well, they all seem nice enough! I'll miss Odyssey. The bathrooms were
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Mom, I think someone is trying to send you a secret message using European grocery store products. nice.
OK, my dad is waiting patiently for me to talk to him on Skype so I must go. OH!!! But before I go, I MUST remember to thank our benefactor for allowing us to go to Nelly Furtado the other night. I wanted to e-mail you personally (I know Derek already did) but I don't have your e-mail address and Derek is sick in bed right now (don't worry, Mrs. Cho, it's just a cold. He'll be fine) so I'll just post for all the world to see. It was really a great opportunity that we wouldn't have been able to experience without your generosity. Thank you!!
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Paul Brewer
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What a great website ! However...that parking lot is indeed where Hitler was set in a shallow trench and burned...but he isn't buried there. The Russians removed the charred remains of which a piece of Hitlers craniun and dental bridge are all that remain. By the way, the Hotel Adlon doormen are cool about letting you in to check it out. Iv'e been to the big "B" many times and on both sides before the wall came down.