The good times, bad times and the downright ugly times

Hi there, look at me checking in so soon. A fair amount of things have gone on so we'll start from the terribly long day I had on Tuesday, after napping on the bus back from Vienna and arriving in Berlin at 6am. Naturally I had to go to work, then my language class and then to meet up with Joe and the others. It was a good night - we ended up sitting in Görly park with beers and pretzel sticks.

The rest of the week I weaseled out of all plans as I was just unfathomably tired and grumpy (I am still convinced it has a lot to do with the heat), until Saturday night. I'd spent the entire day in bed reading, which was absolutely glorious and very much needed. Sophie, Hilary and I went to the ramen place, Cucolo, that Spencer and Kat took me to in my first week here. It was so good. We decided to have a non-alcoholic evening, opting for coffee in a waffle bar.

On Sunday, we all met up at Görly (I swear, I spend my entire leisure time around this place) for the breakfast market, where I was most delighted to find steak pies. I repeat, I FOUND STEAK PIES. It was New Zealand recipe, but still. Delicious. Then we headed to Mauerpark. Sophie hunted down a bag, I bought another shirt, Hilary bought a few things and then lastly, I paid 17 euros for a ring. It was amazing though, and the woman reassured me it was top-quality brass, it wouldn't tarnish or stain my fingers green. Well.

Happy as larry, we had coffee and cake at Anna Blume, which is a lovely brunch place. Then I noticed my finger had indeed turned green, so the girls agreed I had to go back to the market and tell the woman. Which we did, and I ended up getting my money back but not without being called a 'crazy bitch' for being upset about paying a lot of money just to react to the metal so quickly, and I'm sorry, but don't reassure someone that your overpriced rubbish is nickel-free when it evidently is bloody not. ANYWAY.

On Monday, I met up with Joe, Chelsea and her boyfriend Chris at the Fanmeile, where it seemed the whole of Berlin had turned out to watch the Germany-Portugal game. The atmosphere was insane, and afterwards we found Sophie and Hilary and all went out for Mexican at, yes you guessed it, Görly, before going to Chris' and playing Ring of Fire, which was great fun.

The Fanmeile (the dome on left side is the Reichstag, and the screen was in front of the Brandenburg Gate)

Tuesday was pretty uneventful at work, but Joe made a pizza for us from scratch which was lush, and we just spent the evening at mine watching stupid Youtube videos. Alas, my bridge fell out that evening as well, leaving me with one front tooth less. It was all fine though as I had my emergency denture with me, and I went to the dentist today. I'm getting a new one fitted in the next week or so, so that's perfect!

Sigmund and I sulking after the tooth incident

It seemed the bad luck wasn't going to end there. On Tuesday, I got out of work early so we went and did some shopping and when we got home, my netbook decided it was time for it to say goodbye to this world, which meant that we watched like 4 games of football, and Joe commandeered the internet on my phone. Ah lovely. This problem is also resolved, as I picked it up from the repair shop today and it is working like a dream! On the positive side of both these things, I dealt with all of it in German, and I'm super proud of that!

Friday night was pretty good though. Sophie, Hilary and her two friends from home, Joe and his friend Ciorstaidh and I went to a wine bar, where you pay for a glass and just fill it with whatever wine you want, and at the end you just give a donation. Delightful! Then it was on to a club called Rosis, where we danced the night away to 80's indie music which was also delightful!

On the way back to the U-Bahn at 7am though, it was just me, Sophie and Hilary, and not once, but THREE times, men literally got in our faces, to the point we were all actually a bit scared. One of them tried to kiss Hilary, to which we both lost our shit. We stood up for ourselves, yes, but we should be able to walk along without having to defend ourselves against getting kissed against our will! So freaking gross.

A bit of Ciorstaidh, Hilary and me in a caravan outside Rosis. Sorry Hilary but I think it sums up the night!

Saturday night was a bit quieter, and we went to watch the Germany-Ghana match at Tempelhofer Feld. It was so, so good. The beer was flowing and Germany scored twice. The atmosphere was great and afterwards we headed to Madame Claude's for a couple of beers. Sunday saw me in bed all day reading and napping, until Joe came over and picked up some of his stuff and we said goodbye ... until I see him in Edinburgh. Which is bloody shocking.

This has been a reaaally long post, and not many photos, apologies!

xxx

Vienna, du bist so bloody schön

After being excited all day at work, and suffering very badly from Friday afternoon syndrome, it was finally time to get the bus to Vienna! I was so stressed getting to the bus station because, well, it's me.

I ended up sitting next to a large snoring man, but at least I had the window seat and could bury myself as far that way as possible. I didn't manage a massive amount of sleep, mainly because I just couldn't wait to see Austria for the first time. It didn't disappoint. I woke up just as the sun was rising, to see rolling hills and farms bathed in soft pink light and mountains rising in the distance. It was the definition of idyllic.

Ugh, well it looked better than this in real life ... awkwaard

Enough of me pretending to Wordsworth. I met Sia at the station and we went straight to hers for breakfast. On the way we went past the parliament. My jaw actually dropped. It looked like someone had winched it over from Ancient Greece.

The Parliament

The day was a very busy one, yet at the same time really lovely and relaxed. We started off at the cemetery (none of you should be surprised by this). We were, of course, looking for the graves of Beethoven, Mozart, Strauss, Brahms and Schubert. We found them, primarily by following a large group of Chinese tourists.

Next up, Sia took me to Belvedere Palace and again, I was just like 'oh woah'. The views from here were stunning and I couldn't get over the fact that I could see mountains. The last person to live here was Archduke Franz Ferdinand! We also saw Karlskirche, which was beautiful inside. We then decided we were hungry and grabbed lunch, sitting in the shade of the cathedral near Sia's uni, before heading down the road to Cafe Landtmann for a Sachertorte. This cafe was lovely and was apparently the preferred coffeehouse of Sigmund Freud - but there'll be more about him later. I also quickly decided that Viennese coffee is superb.

Moi outside Belvedere

View from the palace

Following that, we went to the Museum Quarter, where I again marvelled my little head off. We were now in the Hofburg Palace and, boy it was something. I was excited to see all the Ancient Egyptian stuff, including a mummified crocodile. We saw the rest of the first floor as well, and the whole place is just ridiculous. It's not quite as insane as Versailles but it's still like, guys, really?

Creepy

Roses in the Hofburg Gardens

Then I saw the Spanish Riding School to see the famous Lippizaners! I only saw them in their stables but whatever. I'll be back in Vienna at the end of August so we're going to take a tour then.

After a long day of being sweaty, we went back to Sia's to freshen up before going to the dinner concert. It definitely ranks in my top 10 year abroad moments (maybe I'll make that list happen when I leave). The food was good and I even tried some fishy stuff, which was brave of me, because I hate fish. Everything was traditional Viennese and the performances were so much fun to watch! Near the end, we were treated to 'Edelweiss' and the whole room joined in, followed by 'The Blue Danube', danced to by a lady in a gorgeous red dress. It ended too soon, but as soon as we stepped outside onto the square, there was a massive disco going on? We weren't sure what it was, but we grabbed a beer and had a little dance to Queen and the like, before dragging ourselves on home.

Please excuse my humming and muttering

Probably one of our nicest photos together! (stolen from Sia)

Sunday was a bit more chilled and after a nice breakfast, we headed out to Schonbrünn Palace. You know what I'm going to say, right? It was stunning. We took the little tourist train tour, which took us to the top, to the Gloriette. From here, you could see the Palace with the city behind it, and then some mountains. Sigh. We sat on the grass for a while, taking in the view and having a little picnic.

Outside Schonbruenn

Sia and I on the little train

View from the top! (I stole this from Sia)

On our way back down to the carriage museum in the main building, we stumbled across some mazes and decided to try our luck. I think we did okay! Put it this way, no one had to come rescue us and we sent up no flares.

Sia in the maze

We went through the rose garden and then into the carriage museum. Granted, it sounds a bit random but it was really interesting. One of the carriages on display was the one that Napoleon used for his coronation in Italy! They also had the HUGE funeral hearse for Queen Sisi, which was pretty morbid but incredible, and was last used in 1980 ...

Sneaky museum pic ooh

Anyway, it was good and after that we sat down for a cool drink before going home. Sia cooked for us, which was lovely, and we had dessert at Cafe Central. This cafe was also beautiful, complete with a pianist.

We were both incredibly excited for the Prater; one of the oldest Ferris Wheels. It's pretty huge too, and one of the most well known symbols of the city. It took a little while to get on, but get on we did and enjoyed a gorgeous night view of Vienna and the fun fair below. We rustled up some money for the water log ride and then I determined to find an ATM because we'd walked past a fun house that we just NEEDED to go in, okay?! And yes, before you ask, I did fall over at one point. But it was hilarious.

Trying to be arty ...

On Monday, we started with the Hundertwasserhaus, a really awesome apartment block that has trees growing through it. I bought most of my souvenirs here and then we went onto the Sigmund Freud Museum. Everybody at least knows his name, so to stand in the rooms that he used to practice psychoanalysis was incredible. I bought a pen inscribed with 'Prof. Dr SIGM. FREUD', because I like to think this makes me quirky and interesting. We lunched on Schnitzel, followed by yet another Sachertorte, but this time in the very building they were invented.

Hundertwasserhaus

Wienerschnitzel

We had dinner at a really nice Hungarian restaurant,which unfortunately did bad things to my tummy which had me almost in tears on the train and locked in a toilet without toilet roll. Sigh. It was time for me to go catch my bus home ... and go to work that morning.

Anyway, it was such a good weekend, and I'm looking forward to going back already! Next up is my sister's visit in two weeks time!

xxx

On being a tourist (guide)

Hi! It feels like ages since I last properly blogged. Since then, I've spent hours in muesums, given up on Jean, signed up for German evening classes, danced all night to Madonna, toured my mum and her partner around most things of historical relevance, had an accident and have pretty much finished planning my August adventure. 

So a couple of weekends ago, it was der Lange Nacht der Museen, where museums are open until the early hours. My mum's initial reaction when I told her about it was "What's so special about that?" Oh mother! You are right about 99% of things, but not this. What could be better than sitting on the steps of a museum filled with ancient Greek treasures, cup of tea in hand, at 12.45 am? Who needs alcohol when you've got a two day museum pass? Not me mate.

'Telephos goes to Argos' This amused me greatly.





the stuff of nightmares

who put the glad in gladiator? HERC-U-LEEES

Biggest dinosaur skeleton in the world, or sumfink

There was a room filled with sealife in jars.

Dunno what my legs are doing, but CURRYWURST

There was even an interactive takeaway van thing. This is Sophie serving you chips.

It was genuinely great, and Sophie and I clocked up 7 museums in what, 12 hours? The Pergamon (architecture), Neues (where Nefertiti's famous bust is), Altes (Ancient Greeks), Bodes (not entirely sure of the central theme, but a fair amount of Jesus), Naturkunde (nature, and the obligatory dinosaur skeletons), the Currywurst Museum (!!!!) and the Museum at Checkpoint Charlie, which was really moving. We got quite into it, and each bought a postcard of our favourite exhibit from each one.

Next item on the list - the German Tandem Partner Situation. I genuinely do not understand what happened there. I am not gonna make you read reems of my hypotheses. Lionel is still around though, and to combat the lack of Jean, I signed up for an 4 week evening class course. I just figured I needed something. It was also born out of a moment of mild panic when I realised that I have 2 months left and my German is not as good as I want it to be! Yesterday I tried out a class, and I loved it. Due to time issues, I can't go to B2 classes because of work, so have to make do with B1-B2. It's fine so far and is quite nice to feel like a freaking boss but I might go to a C1 class just to see if that is challenging enough not to be painful, if not, I don't mind too much staying in this class I'm just worried I will get too comfortable and complacent ...



Saturday  before last was Madonna night. Hilary, Guy, Hilary's flatmate Daniel and I headed out to a Club in Neukölln (yes!) at like 1am and sweatily danced the night away to Madonna, Kylie, Britney ,etc. It was awesome. Mainly because of the fact there was music with lyrics, shock horror. And a lot of oiled, but sadly homosexual, torsos jumping around.


The next day my mother arrived! I was so excited to see her, and it was so cute to see her little face bobbing in the crowd. We went out for dinner that night at Italo, which was lovely because my mum loves Italian food and was in her element. The following day, my historical tour began. Starting with *deep breath* Potsdamer Platz, Brandenburger Tor, tour of the Reichstag, Soviet War Memorial in the Tiergarten, the memorial for the 1953 uprising at the Federal Ministry of Finance, Topography of Terror and a brief glance at the former Gestapo HQ, Checkpoint Charlie, Bebelsplatz (where the Nazis famously burnt the books), St. Hedwig's Cathedral, Berliner Cathedral, coffee in the Nikolai quarter, East Side Gallery and the Oberbaumbrücke and then finally DINNER.

Gross of me, but mum looks cute

It was just a prelude, because when you burn books, in the end you burn people too.

The Nikolai Quarter is so pretty

Mum bought me a new friend. Meet Sigmund.

'I remember'

East Side Gallery

Bit minging, but one of my favourite places in Berlin

Tuesday started off badly, that's for sure, as I somehow managed to slip and get my left leg stuck in the gap between the train and the platform. It felt like I was there forever but Mum has since assured me it was not even a minute before she pulled me up. After crying hysterically from the shock of it, we located a pharmacy and I patched up before I gallantly hobbled onwards to continue their tour. The leg is still bruised and still hurts. Sigh.


First off, I took them to J.F Kennedy Platz, then onto Ku'damm and the church, followed by the Siegesäule. We all paid to go in and the information was interesting but there was no way I could climb 285 spiral steps with my poor limb, so Mum and I didn't climb it in the end. Next stop was Bernauerstraße and the Wall Memorial. I visited this with Lewis in 2012, but I had no idea just how extensive the memorial was; the whole street was demolished to make way for the wall and so has been preserved almost in it's entirety. You can see the foundations of a church that once stood in between. You can see foundations of houses that were ripped down because people were using the windows that looked out onto the west side to escape. There was even video footage of a man shimmying down a sheet rope from a window. Lastly, they preserved part of the Death Strip. You climb a big viewing platform to see it properly and it's just, awful. Awful to think that it was only 24 years ago that it came down. The East Side Gallery is interesting, but I think Bernauerstraße really makes you realise just what this wall was, even though I will never get my head around it. It's a really tasteful memorial too, and I was pleased to see people were being respectful.

Do I really need to caption this?

After that, we rushed over to the Stasi Museum. By now it was absolutely chucking it down, so the weather was quite conducive to the tone of the day! We only had an hour there, so I showed them the most important bits. My mum has always been interested in spy stuff, so she was simultaneously fascinated and horrified.


We then went for dinner, opting for a place at Alexanderplatz. It was initially really good, until after we had eaten no one asked us if we wanted more drinks and we waited half an hour for the bill ...
After we all had a bit of a strop, we bought some biscuits and wine and hung out at their hotel until gone midnight.

hab' dich Lieb, mama

After dropping their stuff off at mine the next morning, I gave mum her birthday card and little present and there were some little tears too. Then, as an extra special birthday present, we went to see the site of Hitler's Bunker. It was chilling, and not just because it was pissing down. Saying goodbye at the Airport was not too bad, as Spencer drove me home so I had to dump them and run really. It was lovely seeing mum, and I think I can make the next couple of months now!

I spent the holiday weekend in Vienna visiting Sia, so there'll be a post soon about that! And last night, I went for drinks with Joe and the gang, as Joe will be knocking around el Berlino for a couple of weeks. Yay!


Bis bald
xxx