Blodge

POW!!! What a quality trip!!! El vino did flow, along with el jagermeister. But that’s not the whole story…
I awoke bleary eyed on Friday morning to the sound of my phone’s alarm telling me it was 2.45. Not a good time. Me and old Tommy G jumped into the car and pitched up at Turnfurlong at 3.15, before Brooker. Got on the coach, where matt came and sat down next to me. Not much really happened for the next couple of hours, the usual travel non-sense. The fun began once we got actually into Berlin itself. First thing to say: Berlin is BUZZING. After dumping our bags at the Youth Hostel, we wandered off to the Sony Centre. All British cities are lacking something like this. Just a pureky fit building full of gorgeous structures. After grabbing luncheon at an aussie bar, we chipped off down to the Brandenburg Gate, via the haunting Jewish Memorial. Swear down, this was the strangest/most moving place I’ve ever been. Hundreds of grey slabs of varying heights lined up over a massive area. Also, a great place to play hide and seek. We chipped on from there and ended up at the Brandenburg Gate, a really impressive structure. After a hench chip along Unter den Linden we cotched on a boat tour of the city, where I took some quality photos. The real fun came, though, when we went out that night. We missioned out to the Ku’damm,, which used to be the main square in East Germany. After some free time and a lush meal (i had the godly wiener schnitzel), we hit the motherlode. The Irish Bar.
The pictures show it all really. Numerous people got severely smashed, most notably Aidan (not shown), Flegg, Haz and Jake. I personally got pretty hammered, having about 5 Guinness’, 2 Jagers and a Flat Liner (sambuca with tabasco). The after taste of a Flat Liner is diffifult to describe. I think Jake put it best, saying “My mouth tastes like I just licked a girl with some serious problems.” That night was pretty wicked to be honest, as I chatted and bantered with Jake, Jaymin, Haz, Fleggy et al., people who previously wouldn’t have been top off my list to chill with. But trust me when I say those boys know how to party. Jake was absolutely tanked. I was chatting with Fran when we saw Jake and Flegg take 2 Flat Liners each down to a table and knock them both back. Jake’s first comment “POW!!!” I felt kind of bad, as I left Tom and Matt looking really bored, but they probably made the best choice, as I felt godawful the next morning.
The next day, like I said, I felt awful, but I didnt expect much less. After breakfast, we wandered on over to the Reichstag where we queued for ages to grab the lift up to the top to see the wicked dome on top. Well worth the wait. After that wonderful experience, we chipped on over to the East and Alexanderplatz, the drabbiest place that’s ever been drab. Here, I was accosted for a good half hour by some crazy Danish girl trying to get me to join some crazy mentalist left wing group. I honestly have no idea why I appear to be the main target of these people. I left when the singing started and wandered round on my own for a bit before meeting the rest of the group and going to the Checkpoint Charlie Museum, really interesting. Amazing the lengths people went to escape from East to West.
Saturday evening saw the Mexican restaurant/bar. The drinking was reduced, but the banter was of the highest quality and I was sat chatting with Matt, Joe, Fran, Jay, Haz, Jake, Flegg and Mike.
All in all, Berlin 2006 kicked arse. Pictures to come.