The land of Funf!

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Berlin, Berlin, Berlin.

Where to begin...

Tour guides kept saying that considering the Berlin Wall fell in only 1989, the city is still in its teenage years, trying to work itself out. I can kind of see the reasoning behind this. It doesn't clean its room, has the worst case of pimples, wears its jeans below its buttocks and just wants to root everyone that visits. Well....maybe not everyone. Point is, Berlin has something for everyone.

So much to see.

DAY 1

Missed the free walking tour by 15 mins, so made my own way around and saw the big gate, the remaining part of the Berlin Wall with all its fancy artwork and a few Memorials. Back at my hostel I met the nicest Vietnamese mother and son who live in Brisbane. They made an insanely yum dinner and demanded that they make dinner for me the following night...do you think I complained? haha.
Took myself out to a club and boogied the night away on cheap beer. German guys are shy. Well I hope they are haha. They love their techno. Hmmm.
Learnt to appreciate the all night public transport in Berlin over the weekends. Woohooo.

DAY 2

Recovery. Jewish Museum. Got dinner from my new Vietnamese family. Soooo good. I offered to cook them dinner when they come to Melbourne. Hope that was good enough haha.
Went out for ice cream with my new Sydney friends Tom and Nicola from Busabout. Mmm. Cookies and Cream. Looove it.

DAY 3

Got to the free walking tour! Of course the tour guide was Aussie - from Sydney (are there any left in Sydney??) She was awesome though. So passionate about everything. And she even showed us where Michael Jackson hung his Blanket out the window. From then, my day was complete.
Went to the Jewish Memorial, Checkpoint Charlie, Museum Island, the book burning Memorial and more.
Worked out that the German accent is quite harsh. Even when they are trying to give you a compliment, you feel they are yelling at you. Interesting thought. Pointless even.

DAY 4

Sachsenhausen concentration camp. Originally I thought it would be an unimpressive cousin to other camps, but by the end I was feeling pretty grey about the whole thing. The z-station (where they burnt the Jews) and the Autopsy room (where they did all types of tests on all types of people, especially the 'undesirables') really hit home. The fact they still had the autopsy room set up with original tiled tables really sent shivers down my spine.
Had a traditional German meal of Bratwurst (definitely prefer the sausage to the taco!), Saurkraut and local beer. The meal was.....maybe a little too flavoursome haha.

So, summing up Berlin in my top 5 thoughts:

1. Getting a haircut without talking German turns into a very entertaining game of charades. Interesting to note Tsubi girl, they don't use clipper numbers like we do...number 2 means 2 mm over here. Woops.
2. When someone trys to hit on you in a club in another language....they can take your confused look the wrong way. Doh!
3. You need 2 weeks here to see and try as much as possible.
4. Melbourne could learn from the train and tram system.
5. The best word in any language. What other word starts and ends in 'f'?? FUNF! Looove it!

Just arrived in Prague. What's with the currencies with massive numbers?? Makes everything sound very expensive. But more on that later....

It's bad poetry time boys and girls... and everyone inbetween (Yep, even you Phil! hahahaha)!

Berlin, Berlin, Berlin. Even though your past is filled with sin, you're one of the best places I've bin.

F*ck me. I'm wasted on Mathematics. Look out Megs - I'm after your job. English, not Indo!

Over and out,

Dr Choff.
PHD in Choffness.

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