Our second full day in Berlin and we've had to crank it down a gear to catch up with ourselves after yesterday's 8 mile walk in the glaring sun followed by clubbing till 4am at the Matrix nightclub.
There was only one important thing to do today and that was to check out of the charming but somewhat cramped Hostelboat and move onwards to the former brewery Pfefferbett Hostel. I took a look at the train map and saw the underground station for the street we wanted to be at so it seemed plain sailing. Only when we arrived we discovered we were seemingly only halfway up the road to the hostel and each block only counted up a couple of numbers at a time. We hauled our packs up the street for a few minutes and suddenly Ben thought with the numbers counting up both even and odd what if the other side was counting down. Low and behold we were far too far up the street and so we hobbled back down stopping for a quick snack and a breather.
Finally we arrived at the swanky hostel greeted by the sounds of Oasis. The lads thought they were back in Manchester. Home sweet home. What a relief to drop the packs. Time for a cheeky ale and a nibble on a nice lasagne. Dan and Ben took a hike out to suss out the local spots whilst I conked out for a quick zizz. A few more cheeky bevvies and we hit the town. After passing lots of civilised restaurants and after a bit of character we happened upon a wee gem. A nice bar down a dirty alley full of graffiti. Berlin is full of it, tags and artwork everywhere, some of it is superb.
We got chatting with some locals, one who had done his civil service at some well known to me hostels in Scotland. Small world as usual. They moved on so they could get their fix of table football or kicker as they call it and we headed for a detour back to the hostel keeping one eye open for any welcoming watering holes. On our travels we passed a hobo getting some attention from the police and then in the same area a bunch of hookers who in full view of the police wasted no time in trying to lure us into their vile ways by grabbing our buttocks. Lovely.
Finally we made it back to the hostel where a charming baseball cap wearing Aussie struck up some craic with us by calling us a bunch of c-words. Much hilarity ensued as said Aussie who clearly couldnt handle his vodka and rbull proceeded to take the mickey out of our lovely Dan Shaw slating both his haircut and party shirt. Error. Said Aussie got back as good as was given whilst a friendly Kiwi watched and the rest of the hostel/street/suburb was forced to listen in. Aussie was tamed and we hit the sack in preparation for our extradition to Praha tomorrow (today). Apparently Aussie and friend are being extradited to Praha tomorrow too. Great!