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Published: October 10th 2015
Berlin. The coolest place in the world. Seriously. The coolest.
I had heard mutterings about how cool Berlin was from friends and other travellers, but I had not set foot on the European continent since highschool. I have always proclaimed it too expensive and me too ‘frugal’ (read skinflinty), so Europe was always a place I would go ‘later’, when I had some cash. But I have been in the Peace Corps for a year now, and the draw to a Western City, where my friends Jeremy and Mark live, where you can eat cheese and drinking in public is legal, made me reconsider. It’s amazing how cheese and beer can make me reconsider things. And my friends, of course, my friends too… But oh the food! Caution, there will be a lot of food talk in this blog, a clear sign that I was not in Kyrgyzstan any more.
My long time friend Morgan was going to visit the boys in Berlin from her home in Dublin, so I asked if I too could fly in for the week. SURE! Ticket booked.
6 weeks later and after a layover in Istanbul
where I broke a year of Starbucks celibacy, I arrived in Berlin and was immediately welcomed by the infamous German efficiency. Customs was literally at the end of the walkway tunnel, as was the luggage carousel, and then there was Mark waiting to me, croissant in hand. Less than 50metres from my plane seat and I was literally there! And eating! Well played Berlin.
Being cool guys, Mark and Jer live in a cool neighbourhood, though it became quickly apparent that Berlin is all around pretty cool. Even in my jetlagged exhaustion I could see what a gorgeous city Berlin is, with green spaces, trees, clean streets, and very cool people. Have I mentioned how cool it all is? Mark and I went shopping that first afternoon, where I was in slight culture shock, going into huge stores with shiny things, actual price tags, and gadgets, oh the gadgets. I was not in Kyrgyzstan any more! We rode the light rail and the buses, I figured out what the Euro currency meant to my bank account figures, and we finished the day with Indian food. And red fruity beer. Berlin, you’re blowing my mind.
With Morgan arriving late
that night (and me barely conscious having been awake forever), we were all set the next day to celebrate Labour Day, May 1, Berlin style. Which meant that we walked around town for a while, and then ended up at a huge park with thousands of other people lying around on the grass, drinking beer, munching on snacks and generally relaxing. Which is an interesting contradiction to the term Labour Day. But hey, I dig irony!
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