It is painful to write about the last day in Berlin. I tried to enjoy the last day, but I was sad from the impending departure. I wanted to stay one more week. I've already booked a train to Amsterdam months ago. My return flight was from Amsterdam. I didn't have a choice but to leave my beloved Berlin that night.
On the last day, I overslept, but still, not enough sleep. I woke up and head towards a flea market in Mauer Park. Apparently, there is a public karaoke in the Mauer park on Sundays. I could hear some music, but didn't actually saw the karaoke.
|Just follow the crowd!|
|This guy was WEARING a hotdog stand on his shoulder and sold hotdogs.|
There were A LOT of people heading towards Mauer park too. I was expecting a small, neighbourhood flea market because I heard this is one of the smaller ones. Boy, I was wrong. It was MASSIVE. I don't want to imagine what the city's bigger flea markets look like.
My randomly bumped into my friend. He was going to hang out after some shopping. He invited me a long. I told him, "Yeah, I'll see you around the market and we'll hang together." At that point, I was naive and still thought it was a small market. I quickly got lost in its massiveness and never saw my friend again.
|Fresh orange and grape fruit juice stand. Pack your own water because the juice was VERY sour|
|Cute jars filled with different old fashioned candies|
|Again... asking a random stranger to take my photo|
|A lot of people sitting around Mauer park. Outdoor Karaoke happening somewhere|
Mauer park flea market shopping tip: if you see something you like, just buy it right there and then. It's a pathetic waste of time if you do what I did. The chances are, you won't find the same thing or better. I was thinking, 'Okay, I like that book, but I'm going to look around more, think about it and see if there are better ones.' I walked for a very long time and came back to purchase whatever I saw first. And it took very long because the place was filled with people, crowd moved ever so slowly.
Here is the shit I bought list:
1. 101 year old book
|Uncle William - 101 years old book. Letter pressed cover|
|All in blackletters!|
2. Children's scarf
3. Tiny Koh-I-Noor orange lead holder with built in sharpner
4. Old photos of random strangers
My mom brought over bunch of black-and-white family photographs from Korea few months ago. My grandma gave them to her. My grandma scratched off my grandpa's faces with razor blades on each of those photographs (there are some funny stories between them). Haha... I guess one day those photographs will end up in flea markets and confuse people. Or just in landfills.
Those were all I bought. I suspect I won't visit any flea markets for a long time. I sometimes love crowded places with strangers, but I got a bad headache afterwards. Why on earth are there so many people in flea markets?!?
On to the next schedule... I rode the bus route 100. It is very popular among tourists because it passes through most of the major tourist sites in Berlin. It leaves at Berlin Zoo station. The whole trip took me about thirty minutes. I was meeting my friend for dinner, so I could barely fit it in (I overslept in the morning, so my schedule was tight).
GO buses in the suburbs of Greater Toronto Area, if you are lucky. Anyways, the route 100 was so much fun. I watched sites and attractive people. Oh, is it too touristy? I don't give a fuck. If I were a musician, I'd write a song about Berlin Route 100. Just like Spadina Bus song. I didn't take many photos during the ride because my photographs always look bad if taken through windows.
I met up with a friend and went to a small park on Weinbergsweg. I sat on the grass, with a paper underneath, of course. I'm crazy like that. There were a lot of people in the park, sitting around, in that sunny afternoon. I didn't even remember the last time I sat in the park (probably because we have 6 months winter in Toronto). Basking in the sunlight, I really didn't want to leave this city.
|Cool chopstick holders|
|Bits of interior|
|Working at St.Oberhotz|
I have to come back to Berlin next year. I didn't get to do many things I wanted to do. I didn't even pay my proper dues. The city is loaded with history (they are all heavy shit too) and I didn't have time to visit places I was suppose to visit. It's too embarrassing how little I saw, so I am not going to list the places I should've paid my dues.
|Hbf train station|
My sleeper train was delayed for two hours. I waited and waited at the cold train station. I tried to numb the pain of leaving Berlin by watching Community. There were many couples and friends sitting in the platform chairs, keeping each other warm. I felt lonely. I don't know if I ever want to travel alone again. Finally the train came. There were no instructions nor help on how/which section to ride, so you have to be careful. I ran around dragging my suitcase, looking for my section. For the sleeping train, I actually got the bed compartment. It's a shared compartment for two. I kind of hoped I don't have to share, and my wish came true! I got the whole sleeping room for myself. There was another bed on top, and I settled in the bottom one.
|Top bed was empty. Yeah~!|
|Dangerously resting bed-side table|
|Sitting in my bed with my legs stretched, watching the Dutch scenery|
|Cold breakfast. I didn't know breakfast was included in the ticket... maybe because I don't know any German. The only thing I could eat in here was bread. I didn't mind.|
I always wanted to try the sleeper compartment, and it was totally worth the price. I can't remember how much it was, but it wasn't that much considering it includes hotel-like atmosphere plus train ride. When I opened a little closet-thingy, there was a wash basin with individually wrapped water cups. Fresh towels and linen... bottled water... In the morning, there was a cold breakfast and tea! Most importantly, I slept well. I didn't want to lose another sleep worrying about my luggages being stolen. The alarm in the train automatically rang an hour or so before the destination. I was grateful for that. There was a nice communal shower compartment at the end of the hall, but I didn't get to use it. I just sat in my bed and watched the scenery. I always wanted to do that ever since I was a child. It was fun and relaxing to watch the passing landscape. I could ride sleeping train for DAYS. Alas, I had to get off.
..and hereby, my pathetic days in Amsterdam begins.