Frankfurt > Berlin
After spending the arvo drinking colas and
commentating the winos below it became evident that they were whooping it up, whilst we wallowed in the heat above. We decided although it seemed
like a blast smokin’ duzzas outside the abandoned supermarket, we decided it
might be a little more tasteful and constructive to shoot some pool and have a
few tall ones. Cock got it under way with a fresh airy on the break, followed
by a quick make up connection, which saw the ball bounce twice and land
straight into the left pocket, formation still intact. Useless! We played pool
for a few hours, before our empty stomachs initiated some talk amongst us for
some dinner. Being a self confessed scrooge, I lead the boys along to an
inexpensive Asian buffet opposite the hostel I liked the look of. After
climbing a flight of stairs to the restaurant (above the abandoned supermarket
where the junkies hung out) we had an awkward conversation with the host before
grabbing some plates and diving into the food. Between the dodgy airline food
and the beers, nutrition was atop of my priorities so I loaded a plate of
broccoli and started for the main dishes. After lifting the top off of a few trays
I quickly realized that there wasn’t one main dish under the lids and that this
was in fact the worst buffet in the history of smorgasbord dining. Offering
only a small tray of vegetables and salads we decided to save our 6 bucks,
return the plate of broc and sneak out the door undetected. After learning a
very valuable lesson with cheap dining, I lead us to a noodle joint 3 euro
cheaper. Perfect logic. A few mouthfuls in of the suspect dish coxhill
discovered that the sauce emitted a strong scent of urine and after giving it a
whiff I had to agree. After finishing the PHONG/PISS noodles we thanked the man
for excreting on our food and headed for the hostel where we turned in early,
priming ourselves for the train ride to Berlin the next afternoon.
Berlin
Between train delays and my unrelenting
blocked ears I was not in the greatest of moods. Besides the three of us ogling
a woman who was dressed like a porn star with cut in half dodgeballs for a
chest the train journey was uneventful. I used the time on the train to read
some more of Kingdom of fear by Hunter. S and take coxhill to the cleaners in
cards earning myself credit for 2 morgans and dry. After searching around the
berlin bahnhoff for some bearings, we were put on course and our
undefeatable/ignorant youth mentality saw us attempting a 5k walk with our 15-20kg
backpacks. Half way in we swallowed some pride as he-men and thought fuck it
and hailed a cab. My first impressions of Berlin only made me come to the
realization of how poor of a town Frankfurt is. Berlin was an instant breath of
fresh air and seeing small coffee shops and rustic cafes occupied by cute girls
laughing and bicycles chained to trees (which weren’t vandalized) excited me
for our upcoming stay here. Our hostel is this really sharply furnished joint,
which is on a nightclub. The upright circle couches and weird down lights give
it an over the top modern vibe (sort of a bit po-mo or Weird for the sake of
being weird if you know what I mean). A very decent place none the less at a
great price. First night we headed to a bar called Palm Beach, which gimmicked
sand on the floor. I was taken by the gimmick a great idea. We drank a bit but called it relatively early, probably due
to being knackered from the walk. The next day we headed to the Berlin museum
where we spent hours looking at all the ancient historical pieces and reading
the information cards. We still managed to find a few laughs especially a
majestic portrait of a kings favorite midget. The museum was pretty decent
although it lacked a bit in the world war II category, which has been one of my
great interests of the past few months. I guess I expected a Luftwaffe stuiker
or a panzer tank, but my hopes for this along with hitlers or Goerings head
preserved in a jar of vinegar were not forthcoming. We went out searching for a
bar to play pool in but no such place exists over here so we decided to turn in
for a quite one. Lying on the beds finch and I decided it was a little early
for the hay so we thought we would have a couple of beers down stairs. We sat
next to a Finnish guy and we chatted for a while, but I suspected his stories
were totally made up or extremely embellished. The irish guys we were
staying with came over to have a drink. They had planned to hit the town but
James the red head had gotten way too drunk and was being forced by the bar
staff to drink some water before carrying on with the brews. We chatted about
broad subjects for a while trying to find some common interests and it turns
out that these guys were neighbor’s fans from way back. What a ridiculous topic
to find some commonality in. We discussed the crazy plots and scripts of Ramsey
street for over an hour. I don’t watch neighbors anymore but growing up our
family would watch it most nights whilst eating dinner. Not a planned ritual
just something on whilst dinner was served, so following the lives of the
scully's and kennedy's is a strong point for me and especially the period in
which these guys watched it. Liam the dark head Irishman was adamant that if
the opportunity ever arose that he would go down on Susan Kennedy in an instant.
He liked the way she was put together I guess, a normal guy with an abnormal
taste in broads, I couldn’t agree with that one but each to their own. James
also confessed to seeing Carl Kennedy live in an Irish pub, playing guitar and
singing once. He thought that he
was a great performer and said he even dedicated a little number to Susan for a
laugh. When they found out that Coxhill was once a neighbor to toadfish (Jared
Rebbechi) they were gob smacked and hungry for stories of Toady, especially his
law degree that we all agreed was probably phony, sort of just for the show.
They also were heart broken when I told them that Harold had died and they were
curious as to whether the salvation army had footed the bill. This kind of speak and some carlsbergs on tap made for a fine
night. Was good to meet some new faces from different backgrounds and I must
admit I was enjoying the neighbors banter.
And I forgot Trent stepped on a safety pin in the park whilst
kicking the footy in Frank/Junkyfurt, which went all the way into the fore of
his foot. He will now be referred to only as Tetnus Trent.
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| Trent dressed for night out at palm beach |