Learning Deutsche from Rammstein

Yesterday was my first full day in Berlin and I had zero plans. It also happened to be a public holiday so I took the opportunity to wander around and get my bearings.

Firstly, breakfast in my hotel RULES. Contrary to what this picture may suggest, they did not serve a bowl of spew. It is, in fact, bircher muesli amd a piece of pumpernickel with smoked salmon and horseradish. And it was lovely.



Berlin is a strange place. Firstly, the ciy itself is fucking enormous. I was sayig this to a friend of mine yesterday who is now living here, and he explained to me that when the wall was still erect (*immature giggle*) there was actaually two cities and so the city landscape is accordingly large.

One thing I noticed was that if you look at your map and think "Oh, I will just walk there instead of getting the U- or S-Bahn as it appears to be a short and pleasant stroll" you will surely be mistaken, and arrive at your destination with sore feet.


I had a great afternoon meeting up with some friends from my home town. We sat in Viktoriapark [sic] and it was fantastic, although in no way like the Victoria Park of Collingwood fame and definitely no Joffa sightings. We sat by this large but artificial waterfall, dipping our toes in and shootin' the breeze.





We then went out for some Italian food, and when my friend was negotiating with the waiter how many people we had in our party, I realised that I knew the German numbers from 1-4. And, while I wasn't sure I could say them, I could sing them, due to a teenage fondness for Rammstein. LINKS 2, 3, 4!

We ordered a couple of pizzas. One of these pizzas was from a small subsection of the menu called STG something-or-other which meant it was certified by some pizza bigwigs (whom my mate referred to as The Union of Pizza C***ts) due to the grade of flour and cheese etc. Whatevs, it was really really great pizza. The Union of Pizza C**ts (not to be confused with Samurai Pizza Cats) know what they're on about.

Today I am going to go on an historical bike tour, go to my mate's cafe to drink some Aeropress coffee (which my mate says is like using a penis enlarger to extract it), ride bikes down the runways around the old airport site at Templehof and find a power converter, as I have yet to work out how to straighen my hair via USB cable.

Love!



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