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t was a straight shot with the train from Stuttgart to Berlin. It was a pretty, and pretty un eventful ride. Much of the way, i watched Harry Potter, dubbed in German, which was interesting, since i've seen it at least 30 times in Dutch.
I also saw more windmills (all modern power generators) than i ever saw in Holland.
From the
Berlin Hauptbahnhof, it was just 3 stops with the
S-Bahn and 2 stops with the
U-Bahn to
Nollendorferplatz, the neighborhood where Rob and i stayed back in 2004 when we rode our bikes from Prague to Berlin. Then just 3 blocks to where i'm staying. I'm chilling out just 3 doors down at a nice corner pub. I'm plugged in, hooked up and online. I also have a
dunkles Hefeweizen, so all is right with the world.
It's called the "Nah-Bar" ("Near-Bar") and i left a very clever note for my host: "Hallo Ingolf! Ich bin in der Nähe, und zwar in der Nah-Bar." Which i would translate, but it would sound nearly as clever. It's been such beautiful weather here, unseasonably warm. Bad for the crops of wheat. Good for the hoards of tourists. Of which i am. Lucky me.
For a while, it was just me and this other guy, and i don't mind saying, he was kind of attractive. And then he took a cell phone call. Ok, it was a gal. Doh! And now as the bar slowly begins to fill... I haven't seen so many lesbians since... well, since i was back home on Hawthorne. The 'tender has been very nice. First watching my bags when i went to leave the note, and now supplying me with
electricity. The internet connection is just some free wireless thing from somewhere near by, which didn't require a password.
I
t was a straight shot with the train from Stuttgart to Berlin. It was a pretty, and pretty un eventful ride. Much of the way, i watched Harry Potter, dubbed in German, which was interesting, since i've seen it at least 30 times in Dutch.
I also saw more windmills (all modern power generators) than i ever saw in Holland.
From the Berlin Hauptbahnhof, it was just 3 stops with the S-Bahn and 2 stops with the U-Bahn to Nollendorferplatz, the neighborhood where Rob and i stayed back in 2004 when we rode our bikes from Prague to Berlin. Then just 3 blocks to where i'm staying. I'm chilling out just 3 doors down at a nice corner pub. I'm plugged in, hooked up and online. I also have a dunkles Hefeweizen, so all is right with the world.
It's called the "Nah-Bar" ("Near-Bar") and i left a very clever note for my host: "Hallo Ingolf! Ich bin in der Nähe, und zwar in der Nah-Bar." Which i would translate, but it would sound nearly as clever. It's been such beautiful weather here, unseasonably warm. Bad for the crops of wheat. Good for the hoards of tourists. Of which i am. Lucky me.
For a while, it was just me and this other guy, and i don't mind saying, he was kind of attractive. And then he took a cell phone call. Ok, it was a gal. Doh! And now as the bar slowly begins to fill... I haven't seen so many lesbians since... well, since i was back home on Hawthorne. The 'tender has been very nice. First watching my bags when i went to leave the note, and now supplying me with 
electricity. The internet connection is just some free wireless thing from somewhere near by, which didn't require a password.
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