Well, a fair bit has happened since last we spoke.
My third day was spent doing not much of anything, but I started to get into a rhythm of eating, life-building, wandering, and sitting in gloomy salsa-themed cafes staring out at the trains and drizzle and graffiti. Friday came, and I treated myself to a day out to see the touristy whatnots of the city. Splashing out â‚¬2.70 on a U Bahn ticket, I headed to the city centre to see the landmarks. I felt a little glum, if Iâ€™m honest. Continue reading
Right, before we begin, shut up. I am well aware that â€˜The Berlin Diariesâ€™ is a precocious and self-important title to give to what will more than likely be a brief series of inarticulate drunken ramblings until I drop off the radar into the bass-soaked alcohol-warped wormhole that is Berlin. Nonetheless, Iâ€™m going to have a jolly good pop at documenting my time in this most unorthodox of cities. Whether anything in â€˜The Berlin Diariesâ€™ will be even remotely un-shit remains to be seen. Youâ€™re as much a spectator as I am. Stick around, letâ€™s see what happens. Continue reading
Berlinâ€™s door policy is the most unforgiving Iâ€™ve ever come across. Continue reading