With the warmer weather in Europe a thing of the past it was time to spend a few chilly days in Berlin before a quick trip back to the UK (for Schengen visa purpose) before chasing the sun again in Morocco.
My mode of transport to Berlin was something I never thought I would do when I was at home thinking about my trip, I guess it highlights how much you can change when travelling! So from Prue and Enrico’s place in Salzburg I got to Berlin using mitfargelegenheit which is a car sharing system. For 28 euros I was picked up from the Munich train station and dropped off a Aleah’s house in Berlin. I was very happy with how it turned out considering the train would have cost 150+ euros!
Everyone I spoke to always raved about Berlin so I was keen to see what all the fuss was about. And now I too am a Berlin lover. The city is so unique with such an amazing mixture of history, culture and a modern/alternative edge. During my time in Europe my interest in the war grew and Berlin was a great place to finish with. The holocaust memorial and the emotions it elicited will stay with me for ever. The concept of the wall and division of the city and country is so difficult to comprehend and to think that it still existed in my life time! I loved this aspect of Berlin!
I was able to stay with a Aleah for a few days too. It was great to catch up with her and meet a few of her friends and get a local’s perspective of the city. We had a unique experience of going to an illegal club/party in a warehouse in the middle of an industrial building area. Not my usual seen but a great experience!
Em and I were also finally able to organise ourselves to be in the same city at the same time. Was fun to hung out and explore the city together, eating the best kebap in Berlin at Mustafa’s Gemuse Kebap and finding ourselves in the middle of an Occupy Berlin protest. I had 5 days in Berlin but could spend so many more there!! I will be back for sure.
Originally I would have loved to stay in Europe and gone to the Netherlands or head to eastern Europe for the few days I had before my Morocco tour started but due to the lovely Schengen visa if I stayed any longer I might struggle to get back into Paris for my flight back home. So this meant I had to go back to the UK. Where to go was the question. Basically I close my eyes and pointed at the map and booked a flight to Bristol. So what to do when you are in this part of the world I asked my self
-Visit historic Bath: a very beautiful little town with the history of the Roman Baths. I think it’s best described as a very ‘Mumsy’ place.
-Stone Henge: A quick half day trip out here, worth the visit and I was lucky enough to even have the sun show it’s lovely face whilst I was there (it had been pouring rain all day!)
-Oxford: Now this would have been an amazing place to study. Not only is it gorgeous but the whole town is basically a university. I thought we had some crazy traditions at college but this was something else
It was then back to sunny London for a few days. I was lucky enough to be able to stay with Roy again and Em was in London so I had someone to play with. This time around I was feeling tired and a little over being a tourist. I spent a bit of time just organising myself for Morocco and didn’t worry about running around trying to see the sights! It was nice to have a reunion dinner with a couple of the girls from Sail Croatia, can’t believe it had already been 2 and half months!
My last memory of London had been stressing me for the last few days I was there. I made a rookie error booking my flight to Marrakech. There was a cheap flight departing Heathrow at 7am, with a stopover in Madrid, Casablanca and finally on to Marrakesh taking 12 hours or a more expensive direct flight. I choose the cheap flight because money was starting to become tight and time wasn’t really a problem for me. The problem in lies in trying to get to Heathrow airport for a 7am flight, the tube isn’t running yet, a taxi would cost a fortune, the night bus would take 3 hours. It looked like I was going to have to spend the night sleeping in the airport (hotels were too expensive)! In the end I managed to avoid this by catching a taxi at 4.30am to Victoria station and then catching the first Heathrow express, a 40 pound exercise. By the time I arrived at my hotel it was 10pm London time. So the moral of the story is, don’t always be a tightarse with flights because you may end up worse off!