My apologies for the extreme delay in posting this particular article. More information regarding the delay will come in time, but for now please enjoy the short regale of our time in Berlin.
We continue our journey from Munich to the beautiful city of Berlin.
We woke up leisurely Saturday morning, slowly attending to the task of making ourselves presentable. We had our last breakfast at the little discount bakery below our apartment, and headed towards the Hauptbahnhof.
The search for our train was quite the task. Munich Hauptbahnhof is massive (although, as we found, not as big as Berlin’s, but I digress), and with multiple levels, wings, and exits, figuring out where to go caused some panic. When we finally found the train, we snagged the first seat we could find and settled in.
This was began the first of several interesting events on this train ride.
Apparently, many of the seats on the train were reserved at some point in the journey or another – either from Munich to Nuremburg or Berlin to Hamburg, ect. When we boarded the train, we were told to sit anywhere that was free, so sit we did. Little did we know, however, that the seats we selected were reserved later in the journey.
So we got settled in nicely – began listening to music as the German countryside whizzed past the windows, and we slowly let our eyes rest…. until about two and a half hours in. That’s when we were told we were sitting in someone’s reserved seat.
Not wanting to cause any additional issues, we packed up our things and moved to two other open seats in the car. I was fully awake now and 100% worried about sitting in someone else’s seat. We tried to figure out if the seats we were sitting in were, in fact, reserved. Turns out, they absolutely were.
We figured it out by family walking down the aisle, saying random numbers (ok, not random numbers. They were talking about the seat numbers they had reserved, but all I was able to get out of what they were saying was “84 to 90” at the time), and then an elderly woman turning to us and saying (in German), “Did you not hear him? You’re sitting in our spot!”
And away we fled.
Luckily, we were only two stops away from Berlin, so we made our way to the dining car to have a drink.
Once in Berlin, we picked up our Welcome Cards from the tourism office and made our way to our hostel. Three stops on the U-Bahn and a very wet 20 minute walk later, we finally made it to SOEHT7.
Upon arrival, we found an empty reception and an opera being performed in the main area. Fully confused, we roamed around a few short hallways in an attempt to find either someone or something that could point us in the right direction. Alas, we spotted an envelope with my name on it, which gave us the direction we so desperately needed.
Our room was on the second floor at the very end of the hallway – as far away from the aforementioned opera as possible. Other than the fact that the door to our room was a legit cell door, the room didn’t feel much like a prison. It was a nice size, clean, and had a little sink so we didn’t have to travel to the communal bathrooms to wash our faces/brush our teeth. Now, I am in no way saying I would want to stay there again, but the experience wasn’t completely terrible.
The next day, Berlin was hosting a marathon, so we decided to head to the city of Potsdam. This city was absolutely stunning – rich with history and a culture all their own. I fell in love with the University of Potsdam, which is located on the grounds of the Neuen Palais. I could totally study there.
Monday marked the first actual day to be in the center of Berlin. We opted to use the hop on hop off bus tour that came with the Welcome Card. As much as I love to blend in on vacation, the bus tour was a great way to catch my berrings as we ventured around. Plus, we spotted a little Oktoberfest Celebration in Alexanderplatz that we notated for the following day. We stopped in at Checkpoint Charlie, The Deutsches Currywurst Museum (which is absolutely worth a visit to. I am now addicted to currywurst), saw the Berliner Dom, the Brandenburg Gate, and the Konzerthaus Berlin. It definitely rekindled my love for the city.
Our last day in Berlin was spent seeing a few last “must-see” items – such as the TV Tower, Alexanderplaz, and a cruise on the River Spree. We tucked into more currywurst and döner while enjoying our last beer at the pop-up Oktoberfest. We stopped in at the Little Big City museum – which was honestly one of my favorite places on this trip. It’s really well done, very interesting and informative while still being fun. 10/10 would recommend.
After a full 24 hours of traveling – on 2 buses, one U-Bahn, 2 planes, a coach, a car, and a Guinness from the motherland – we made it safely back home to Jameson.