| A lovely, smiley Mike! |
Outside, it was still pouring with rain, and it's been a total washout today. I felt sorry for anyone getting married, organising a barbecue or just trying to enjoy a day out.
| A lovely, smiley Mike! |
The hunt for breakfast!
We were up, showered, dressed and packed by 10:00am (we'd had a knock on the door just after 8:00am from the maid asking if we were going yet!). We left our luggage at the hotel and set out for breakfast. We'd noticed a new café opposite, so we decided to eat there, and pay one last visit to the Nikolai Quarter afterwards.
However, when we arrived at the café, we noticed they only accepted cash... as we only had 90c on us, I didn't think that would be enough! We had no choice but to cross the road and visit the Nikolai Quarter, and made for a restaurant that Keith and I had eaten at years ago. Tables were set up outside with breakfast menus, so we sat and had a good look, choosing what we were going to have. Another couple were sitting at a table, and we could hear someone moving around inside, along with the clinking of plates and pans.
So, we waited and waited, and nobody came out. I tried to see if the German couple had ordered yet, but it looked like they hadn't, and they were getting annoyed as well. In the end, we gave up and wandered off in search of somewhere else, but the cafés were very thin on the ground, and most places appeared to be closed!
In the end, we reached the very edge of the area and stumbled upon Wild Mathilde. This restaurant was always known to us as the "Boob restaurant" because of the bulbous architectural add-ons on the wall of the building. We had eaten here once when it was a different restaurant, and the service was appalling. Now, it had been taken over by someone else and had morphed into some kind of cocktail bar. I looked at the menu and couldn't believe how many cocktails were listed!
| It was all very pink! |
| I don't think Sophie was impressed, and her top clashed with the colour scheme! |
Our breakfast arrived, and the omelettes were huge! They had been cooked and served in a cast-iron dish and were accompanied by a few bits of salad and pickles. My coffee was strong and bitter, so that was disappointing. We were also being assailed by little fluffy things floating in the air. They must have come from some kind of tree, as they were like little dandelion fluff. At one point, it looked like it was snowing; there were so many of them, and one group of four moved inside as they were getting stuck to our clothes and into our food and drinks!
After struggling through the meal, I ordered a glass of peach juice (I wanted a smoothie) and a small bottle of water, while Sophie had another coffee. We lingered in our seats, reluctant to leave and start the journey back to the airport.
But time was marching on, and we paid the bill and left. On the way back to the hotel, we had a slight bicker about the best way to get to the airport. I insisted on taking the U-Bahn from Märkisches Museum to Alexanderplatz and then taking the S-Bahn, but Sophie thought it would be better to get an Uber to Jannowitzbrücke and then take the train.
In the end, I won, saying that although I've never been keen on Alexanderplatz, we couldn't visit Berlin without going there, despite it being edgy and a hangout for weirdos! We collected our luggage, walked across to the station, and our journey home began.
Homeward Bound
As is usual, we lost our way at Alexanderplatz, but eventually took a lift up to ground level, and then walked across the large square to the station. It was then up to the platform and the train to the airport. It didn't take long to arrive, and we were lucky to grab two seats. I spent the whole journey staring out of the window, and I wished we were taking a train home. Maybe next time!
We had a wait at our gate and then boarded the plane, which was full again. This time, Sophie had someone next to her, and I had a window seat so I could stare out at the clouds. We snoozed or read the short journey away, and all too soon we were approaching Heathrow. I could see towering thunder clouds from the window, and when we were plunged into one, the seatbelt signs came on earlier than normal. Even the cabin crew had to sit down because the turbulence was quite bad. It was quite a rough twenty minutes!
Eventually, our bags appeared, and we made our way out to the bus stop, gazing in awe at packets upon packets of cigarettes that had been confiscated in the customs area! Our bus was waiting, but outside, there was torrential rain falling, from the clouds we'd flown through earlier!
The car park was flooded, but thankfully, the rain abated a bit as we made our way onto the congested M25. We had a slow stop-start journey home and arrived at about 7:30pm. Keith was glad to see us, and we ordered an Indian from India 2 Mawsley as all the Chinese takeaways were closed!
It was great to eat our meal and chat to Keith about our travels over the last four days! Back to reality now, though, for a week or so, at least!
| Bulbous bow |
| My (blue) top, and you can see my bra underneath! |
The second half of our busy Sunday! The gig at Waldbühne, wearing ponchos, and a relaxed dinner at Yo Soy!
Wet, wet, wet!
We had reluctantly left the Literatur Café and walked back to the bus stop near Theodor-Heuss-Platz. The sky had darkened, and big clouds were massing above us. We took shelter in the bus stop, and realised that a lot of our fellow travellers were wearing cowboy attire... Two women wore bandanas, short skirts and cowboy boots. They were obviously only interested in Zach Bryan, whereas we were only interested in Ben Howard...
A bus arrived, and we all piled on. It was already rammed with people, and we all steamed gently as we made our way to an S-Bahn station. When we disembarked, the rain was coming down heavily, and we had to run across a busy road, trying to avoid a few deep puddles!
Heerstrasse station was very quiet, but as the time for the train's arrival drew near, more people gathered on the platform. Sophie was understandably annoyed with me for leaving our small umbrella in the hotel room, but I doubt it would have been much good anyway!
We boarded the S9 train to Pichelsburg, and when we arrived, everyone streamed off. It was still raining, and those of us who weren't prepared for the downpour had no choice but to buy a poncho from a very enterprising woman who was selling them for 5 euros each. She was making an absolute killing, and fair play to her! We hesitated about buying them at first to see if the rain would stop, but it was clear it was set in for the foreseeable future! We bought a clear one each, which covered all of us, including our bags.
We set off with hundreds of others, up a flight of steps, along a bridge, up more steps, and then through a wooded area with tennis courts off to our left. As we emerged from the woods, we saw a constant procession of people heading for the arena. Trolleys, with a sign saying "Pfand", or deposit, were standing along the road, ready to collect bottles that people couldn't take in with them, so that the deposit could be claimed back. There is a thriving little business here in Berlin, and we often saw people going through bins to find the "Pfand" bottles.
We made our way to the gate and joined a throng of people, most of whom were wearing ponchos! There were security searches here, and annoyingly, my can of freeze spray was taken off me and thrown away... Grrr! When we entered the amphitheatre, it was amazing to see so many people gathered together on the steep sides of the arena. Waldbühne was built in 1936 for the Olympic Games and is based on an ancient Greek theatre. It can seat just over 22,000 people.
Sophie queued to go to the loo, and then we descended the steep stone steps to our "seats", places on a wet bench quite close to the stage.
Looking around, it was like we'd joined a weird cult for people with a fetish for ponchos! A singer called Keenan O'Meara was warbling away on stage, but most people hadn't taken their seats yet.
We tried to keep dry as it was raining hard now. I couldn't quite believe we were sitting on hard, wet benches in the downpour, waiting for Ben Howard to come on, and he would only be singing for about an hour! We weren't going to even stay for the main show!
Keenan O'Meara finished his act, and there was a flurry of activity on the stage as the roadies set up for Ben. I asked Sophie if there was another way out, and we both deduced there wasn't. It was going to be a hard slog back up the steps after our long day of walking!
Ben came on, and we whooped and cheered! A lot of people were still milling about at the top of the amphitheatre and obviously weren't interested in our hero from England! He did the following songs:
Sister
Cadence
Small Things
Towing the Line
Conrad
Days of Lantana
What the Moon Does
I Forget Where We Were
Sophie was ecstatic that he did Small Things, Days of Lantana (or Brantano, as I called it), and I Forget Where We Were. He was on for about forty-five minutes, but it was worth it to see him again, and really quite close! By now, the rain had stopped, and the sun was trying to peek through the clouds.
| From the screen next to us |
We made our way out and asked if we could leave. The female steward (who I wouldn't mess with) barked that we were unable to come back in, and "had to go home!" Fine with us! Sophie cast another long, lingering look at a merch stand, but decided to keep her money!
We walked back the way we'd come from the station, but both of us were reluctant to go through the now deserted woodland part, especially as a lone man was meandering about... we took the longer route and walked through a beautiful residential area of lovely houses and what we think were exclusive apartments. The complex of apartments was bristling with CCTV cameras... diplomatic quarters, perhaps?
We soon came back to the bridge we'd crossed and saw several security guards wandering about. The station was very quiet, and we boarded the next train, which arrived in minutes. Inside the train, it was also quiet with people engrossed with their phones or reading.
We had decided to take the train to Hackescher Markt and try to have dinner at Yo Soy, a Spanish tapas restaurant we'd eaten at a few years ago. It was an exceedingly pleasant journey to the station, and the sun streamed through the windows. I loved just gazing out at the Berlin cityscape.
Tapas treats
Once we'd alighted at Hackescher Markt station, we made our way to the restaurant. Even though it was a Sunday evening, the bars and restaurants were busy with people eating and drinking. Yo Soy also looked very busy, but the waiter who had served us before kindly led us to a quiet area at the back of the restaurant and said we could sit there.
We had a good look at the menu and chose a Spanish omelette, Padron peppers, meatballs, chicken croquettes, and bread, accompanied by olives and aioli. Two glasses of rosé completed our dinner order.
| A dried-out Sophie! |
After we'd eaten and paid the bill, we called an Uber to take us back to the hotel. We couldn't face walking or getting the train to Alexanderplatz and then Märkisches Museum. I think we had done enough for today!
Back in our room, we poured a glass of fizz each and relaxed before bed!
| Our steps from Sunday |