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Cannot BELIEVE what just happened.
so liv and jess left today, it was a sad goodbye and I was feeling a little blue.,
After doing shiiiite-loads of practical stuff, washing, showering, hair washing, leg shaving, coffee drinking and emailing, I decided to venture out into berlin on my lonesome, I mean may as well get used to it as I will be a solo traveller for the next 2 weeks.
So like, first of all, nobody I have encountered (i admit i have been here for only 3 nights, but still) buys train/tram/anything tickets . You just jump on and off and there are no ticket machines to go through at either end, so its like why waste precious euros? And I mean, what are the chances of getting a ticket inspector on your train?
Well, I am either really cool and special and rare and unique, or extremely unlucky. First 10 seconds on my train to Hallesches Tor from Friedrichstrasse, and what do I hear…"TICKETZZZ pleez"
…….. OHHHHH SHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTT
The four or five minutes that followed are a blurry massacre of half real half exaggerated black tears dripping with mascara juice, I rummaged through my bag fervently for my imaginary ticket that I had apparently "misplaced on the train after I got on", my eyes straining to find a way out of this hell. I was escorted off the train and that was when the waterworks started, oh god oh god oh god im in effing berlin and im getting arrested! Oh my god what if im here for years! I whipped my head around to see what station we were on as the inspector (who may i add wasnt even in uniform he looked practically homeless) looked at my passport with his feathery-eyelashed look that reminded me of santa clause because his eyebrows were white.
I had gotten caught without a ticket at Checkpoint Charlie. Go figure.
So I am obviously a far better actress than I ever imagined. This guy must have taken pity on my blubbering and carrying on and excuses excuses excuuuuses my god, I was on fire! I don't even know where I was getting it from, all of a sudden I was naming german transport lines and zones of travel that made it seem like I really had bought a ticket. Perhaps he took pity on me, or was really hungry and couldn't be bothered waiting, or didn't feel like writing me a 40 Euro fine, or maybe he was just nice and I got lucky. Whatever it was, halfway through taking down my address (he spelled Sydney 'S-I-D-N-E-E' which almost made me stop crying) he sporadically winked at me, flashing those white white lashes for just a second, and said with an almost grin, "Just forget it Australia, ok, you understand? Now please you go buy another ticket!"
So I did.
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