Half asleep, trying to get blood flow back into my legs, I stumbled off the bus into the morning sunshine of Berlin.
After organising my next bus ticket to Amsterdam I found the U-bahn to Weberweise and my hostel for the next 3 days.
For 12 euro a night, I wasn’t expecting much, so to my surprise the hostel was really nice. A big courtyard at the front, spacious rooms, restaurant, bar, internet. There was scaffolding; I’m convinced that Europeans love their scaffolding. I didn’t see anyone actually doing any work until I had my shower on the 4th floor and realised I was flashing one of the workers. Awkward.
In the afternoon I met up with Lucy for a drink, having spent the last two months here in Berlin, she is an expert on where to find a good coffee and a good cocktail.
It was great to catch up, we hadn’t seen each other for over a year, but with 10 years of memories under our belts it was just like old times (except now she is a Mrs!).
We grabbed some drinks and headed back to her apartment to see Kent and I spent some time snooping in their wonderful artistically influenced apartment. They will probably disagree with me, but everything they do is creative, even when they are not trying. They have decided that they may open a gallery when they return home and I’m so excited for them, if anyone can do it, they can.
Back at the hostel, Cristin Skinner (unrelated we think...), her boyfriend and some friends arrived to begin our Saturday night. Coincidentally, we had ended up in Berlin at the same time.
So we spent the evening in the hostel courtyard, and I think (no, I know) I drank waaay too much jagermeister. At about midnight we headed to a famous club beginning with B....(told you, jagermeister). The line was enormous and when Galya and Nick tried to join it they were curtly told that perhaps “this was not the place for them”. It was then that we saw that a lot of the people were wearing military pants, big boots, and had skinheads. We decided to move on.
Ending up at a club called Matrix, we danced into the morning, passing around vodka and Nick’s sunglasses like they were going out of fashion, which they probably were.
Such a fun night, although I must admit the next day was spent mostly in bed.
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