Christmas in Berlin (Day 3)


And on the third day, Ben rested. For though he was a mighty adventurer, his legs were tired and he had a blister.

We slept in until about 10, so it was nearly lunchtime when we had breakfast at this really cool burger place near the hostel. I really wish I could remember what it was called so I could link it to you guys but its between Warschauer Str. and the east side gallery. It is also delicious and has a big squirrel painting on the wall so if you see it then you know thats the one. Right now the important stuff is out of the way lets get on with the rest of Berlin. 

The East Side Gallery is our next stop on our tour of Berlin (well, obviously we stopped at every Photoautomat along the way). For those of you that don’t know what the east side gallery is, let me explain. It is a section of the Berlin wall that is still standing, and has been transformed into an art gallery by several artists. Its quite famous, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of it. It is also heavily graffitied, which is a bit shit. I mean, I know the original artwork is technically graffiti, but theres important graffiti, and then there are shit tags. Still, it is a great thing to see, the artwork is very good, and its a good way to spend an afternoon if you want to immerse yourself in a bit of history.

We finished up near Ostbahnhof station, and I went to the toilet. Normally I wouldn’t mention this, but they were some of the greatest public toilets I’ve ever been in. You pay a euro, and you can shower, wash, do whatever. Even the cubicles are spacious, and they are ridiculously clean. So if you ever have to poop in Berlin, save it up for the train stations. We bought some souvenirs, and then made our way over to Museum Island with the intention of going into some museums. By the time we got there though the sun was starting to set, and the Dom was being lit up beautifully, so naturally I HAD to spend the next half an hour taking photos of it (whilst being interrupted by some lady who wanted me to take pictures of her in front the Dom, didn’t seem happy with any of the ones I took, but didn’t really tell me what she wanted me to do other than ‘take my picture in front it’…) as Zoe waited patiently for me to finish.

We went inside the Dom, passing two young men with clipboards as we went into the entrance. This is a scam and you should tell them to sod off if they approach you. Once inside you can pay to go around the inside. It was just amazing. I love this stuff, and am in awe of the detail in the architecture and the sculpture, and also how the hell anyone ever built something so magnificent as this. It really is worth the euros. Once I managed to close my jaw, we carried on through and made up way up the floors towards the roof. Theres a lot of stairs so be prepared. You come out (eventually) onto a walkway that circles the dome, and gives some great views of the surrounding area. I highly recommend seeing it at sunset as we did, it was so beautiful. Really bloody cold but really bloody great.

So what to do next… oh yes, more christmas markets! Yay! We went to the one at Alexanderplatz, watched the ice skating, ate some bratwurst (surprise), walked about, ate more bratwurst, and then eventually went back to the hostel. We found out that Christmas eve would have all the public transport running on saturday schedules, which we thought would be fine but turned out not to be. We got our train with no problems, but then our bus was a no show. We waited with hope for 20 minutes, but when you have a plane to catch you don’t want to take any risks. Luckily we found a very friendly cab driver to take us to the airport, wished him a merry Christmas, and set off for our gate to fly home in time for christmas day.


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