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Published: July 25th 2011
Derrick and I were packed and on the road early since it was going to be 7 hours by train to Berlin (good thing Derrick loves train rides as much as I do!) and it was just the prettiest day ever! We were very sad not to have had this weather the past two days but I must say I have been blessed to have some great weather for most of my trip (we all have to pay our dues).
The 7 hours flew by and we arrived to the train station in Berlin without any problems. We were waiting for the bus to our Hostel when a lady in a house dress and head covering came up to me and asked me if I spoke English. I told her I did and that’s when she handed me a small piece of paper covered cardboard with something in English written on the front. I then remembered that a fellow traveler had warned me about this tactic. What happens is these women target travelers (with my huge backpack on I was an easy target!) and the paper says her family had moved here and they needed money. As kindly as I
could I gave the piece of cardboard back to her and shook my head; luckily my bus came soon after that since I felt horrible for telling her no.
Our hostel was much more like a hostel than the last one so I was glad Derrick could get the full experience! We checked in and then went up to the bar and met this great group of Norwegians and Canadians. The Norwegians are some amazing people and I have yet to meet an uninteresting or mean Scandinavian. We all hung out for a while and then we decided to go somewhere else.
We walked out of the hostel and found a bar that looked harmless enough from the outside. When we got in they said it was a 6 Euro cover, but luckily the Canadian bargained them down to 2 Euro a piece to get in. The stamped an L and a C on our wrists and we walked down the stairs to the bar.
With each step down to the bar I realized that we didn’t belong here. We were all looking at each other by the time we got to the bottom step since as we
descended in the lair bar we noticed, skulls on the walls, everything was black, cobwebs, and just Gothic over all. Everyone in the bar was wearing all black and we stuck out like a sore thumb. You know how in the movies where a cowboy walks into a bar in a town he isn’t from and the music stops and everyone stops and looks at them, our group was that cowboy. Brushing off the feeling that we weren’t going to leave with our organs we kept going deeper into what seemed to be Satan’s lair (safety in numbers!). I didn’t dare go up to the bar to order a drink so I just danced on the dance floor (Gothic Berliner’s listen to some great music!) with the rest of the crew. We stayed a total of about 20 minutes and left (with all of our organs!). It was a topic that we talked about for the rest of the trip! We called it a night after that since I really wanted to do a walking tour of Berlin the next morning and I still had to figure out how to get to the meeting point (and we all know my
sense of direction is amazing!)
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