Day 10 - Berlin

 Transport into Berlin from Potsdam is very confusing to the uninitiated (like us), involving walking, a bus ride to Spandau followed by a overland train to Berlin Hauptbahnhoff (main railway station) and then on further by Tube if required. That doesn't sound too difficult, but we were finding that the train numbers we were being advised to use didn't match up with what was on the departure boards.

We got there eventually without getting on wrong trains or busses, but I cannot say it was stressless.

Berlin is a huge sprawling city, and there was no way we were going to see even a smidgeon of all there was to see, especially on foot. Everywhere we went, police motorcycles were blocking off roads to allow big black Mercedes cars to swish by. It all appeared to be a bit....Soviet? However there are elections here in mid September so no doubt this had something to do with it.

The Reichstag (Parliament)

The Brandenburg Gate

Checkpoint Charlie

Frau Merkel's offices, known as the Washing Machine

The rather strange British Embassy

Later in the afternoon we met up with a friend of Giles, who lives in Berlin, at a Munich style biergarten. Here a large beer was a litre, and a small white wine was damn near half a pint, and served in a half pint mug! The Wurst sausages and frites were equally daunting in size, although fortunately not in taste or texture. Linda ordered a baked potato with sour cream - the potato was big, but the dollop of sour cream was even bigger!


The journey back to the campsite was actually very smooth and easy (perhaps practice makes perfect), with no hitches or waiting around at all. 

Today, Saturday we were due to drive to a site at Mescherin, on the Polish border. However as the weather looks not to be too great, so we have decided to drive on into Poland and see what's available to us.


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  1. Wayne J28 August 2021 at 00:35

    That brought back memories. We lived in Berlin for two years between 1989 - 1991 and were there for the fall of the wall. Keep having a good time.

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