So. Every trip has moments like these. Disorientatation and anxiety are really rather common emotions for such hardened travellers as myself (sic). To the point. Since the last entry i've had most of my important stuff stolen and we have had to rather drastically alter our schedule. Aaahhhhh. That wasn't that painful to write, considering. It all happened in an internet cafe, although obviously not the one i'm sitting in at the moment, just across the road from where I still reside, Rosenthaler Platz in Berlin. Within my bright blue Karrimor daypack (backpacker chique non?) were my passport, mine and Abbie's train tickets, 1500 Euros of travellers cheques, digital camera (sorry less photos from now on), ipod, guide to Europe, and amusingly, german phrasebook (explaining my circumstances to three non-English speaking German policemen without it was
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