Berlin

After a nice morning in the sun, and 5 hours of train travel, I arrived in Berlin to find my Mother and younger sister waiting for me.  We dropped my bag at the hostel (where a broken cage, a few feathers, and an empty aquarium with a few fishbones pay tribute to the working catflap) then went looking for a viable food option.

A very nice restaurant with gorgeous promise of German food took us in, with the warning that there would be a one-hour wait between ordering and receiving the dishes. Thus forewarned, we prepared for a long wait. And flustered, our food choices were not perfect...

So, disappointed and still hungry, we did what any tourist worth its salt would do: we took out the bread we had bought earlier for the next and made sure to clean our plates.

There was no reason to stop playing around in the restaurants, so, to the successive despair of each of us, I stole plastic knives and forks in our midday lunch break place the next day and we learned how to fold napkins in the pizzeria that fed us on the evening, to the great delight of the Italian waiters, who seeing our pitiful attempts, showed us how to do it.

Berlin also amazed us with interesting ways to bike. One circular bike has 5 seats, all facing inwards, where 5 people bike but only one pilotes the contraption; and there are, of cours, the bierbikes, small wagons where up to 15 or 20 people arranged around a beer bar cycle together, while a barman in the center keeps the beer flowing and a pilote steers the vehicule. 

This said, we didn't only go to restaurants in Berlin and gawk at bikes: I had a quick refreshing course ate Check Point Charlie, and we spent a day in Postdam...