ENG: Tokyo – Tsukiji Fish Market, Best Street Food Ever!

The day after Tokyo Marathon, in rainy weather and with sore muscles and tons of blisters, we decided to visit the Tsukiji Fish market we had heard so much about. The inner marked, where they in early morning hold auctions (e.g for tuna, which is worth its weight in gold obviously) is now closed for tourists, but visiting the outer market was more than enough.

The outer market consists of a few parallel, narrow streets with street shops and small restaurant. Our umbrellas made it a bit difficult to navigate due to space issues, but we were able to taste some of the amazing street food they were selling, while standing up and holding an umbrella and a beer at the same time.

We also tried one of the many small restaurants that seemingly was just a hole in the wall, but revealed a long, narrow restaurant once inside. Let me just say, best sushi ever!

Shinkansen- Bullet Train of Perfection

Being from Norway, I am not exactly used to speedy trains and if the train is not (for some reason) replaced with bus-for-train, it often does not depart or arrive on time….

Entering Japan, the birthplace of punctuality, where the top leader of the train company has to officially apologize if the train is ever late (which is as good as never). When I was in Japan in March, I took the bullet train and instantly fell in love with this mode of transportation. Standing on the station, we were almost blown away by the sound and pressure of trains passing by with a speed up to 320 km/h. The inside was immaculately clean and the seats were spacious and comfortable. If we had more of these, I would definitely switch from flying to taking the train.

 

Matinnkjøp rett etter jobb (#IDontHaveTimeForThisS***)

OK, jeg vet at det å hate ikke er en veldig sjarmerende egenskap, til tross for at Raga Rockers  i 1990 forsøkte å overbevise oss om det motsatte  med «Noen å hate», men vær så snill å la meg aller nådigst få be om et unntak; jeg HATER nemlig å handle rett etter jobb!!

Trøtt og sliten kombinert med lavt blodsukker grunnet lunsj allerede klokka 11 er neppe en suksessoppskrift til en fin og rolig handleopplevelse. Sleng inn en unge rett etter barnehagen og du har fasiten på hvorfor jeg ble en av de første kundene til å omfavne dagligvarer på nett.

Nå når poden pusher tenårene kan jeg ikke akkurat klandre ham for at muggtrynet inntreffer i det øyeblikket jeg krysser dørterskelen til en matbutikk rett etter jobb, men en syndebukk finner jeg alltids og i dag var den i form av POKKERS TURISTER som klarte å både idiotparkere, sperre midtganger, lage kø og generelt ta opp mye plass.

Jeg skulle bare stupe innom Rema 1000 i går, for litt livsnødvendig eliksir (les Pepsi Max) før jeg skulle kjøre noen på flyplassen, men klarte jammen i meg å bruke 20 min i kassa med 2 (!) stykker foran meg. Hun ene syntes sågar det var på sin plass å forlate kassen for å kjøpe seg en is og ble borte i 5 minutter mens resten av køen sto og ventet. Når så samme fruentimmer stiller seg midt i utgangen og fikler med solbrillene sine i noe som virket som en evighet, var jeg mest fristet til å felle henne med den Pepsi Max-fylte handlevognen min, men tok meg i det, telte til 10 og spurte pent(ish) om hun kunne flytte seg.

Nei, tror jeg holder meg til netthandelen fremover, iallfall til hyttefolket har migrert tilbake til hovedstaden.

ENG: India – From goat-throwing to Taj Mahal

A few years back I went to India to visit an orphanage and to travel around in this enormous diversified country and was left with experiences for a life time.

The orphanage was located approx 5 hours of train ride + 1 hour by car from Chennai and was driven by a Norwegian philanthropist. I was to sleep on the kitchen floor and there were no glass windows, but only holes in the wall with bars. The first morning I woke up to a racket just outside my “window”. I went out and saw a SNAKE. When I asked if it was venomous I was told “Yes, 10 minutes dead”. Very comforting considering we were hours away from the nearest hospital. The worst of it all, they took it across the street an let it go! Well, safe to say I did not exactly sleep peacefully for the rest of my stay.

The people in the village was really friendly and invited us into their homes to meet their families. One day some local boys tried to tell us about a festival and something about goat and throwing. This we had to see, so we drove for an hour into the deserted landscape and when we stopped we were greeted by thousands of cheerful persons of all ages who included us in their procession (meaning 1 hour of walk in 40 degrees Celsius, in a sari and with no water) to the festival area. It turned out they were to do a fertility ritual where they mixed goats’ blood with rice and ate it to be blessed with a baby. Very interesting, but when they started to throw goats in the air for some reason, we wished them the best of luck and departed.

 

After a week at the orphanage I went to Agra to view the wonderful Taj Majal and then I spent some days in Dehli before returning back to the cold winter in Norway.

Mitt patologiske forhold til badekar

Da jeg vokste opp hadde vi et bittelite bad på ca 4 m2, fornuftig nok dekket med tapet(!), uten noen form for ventilasjon og med en vask som liksom fløyt over  toalettplassen, slik at man sleit hvis man var litt over middels korpulent. Til tross for liten plass og dårlig luft var det favorittrommet mitt, mest pga at man hadde klart å stappe inn både badekar og varmtvannstank der og jeg tilbragte maaaange lykkelige timer i det karet. Eksempel kan ses under hvor broren min og jeg bader i et fredspipe-øyeblikk, rett før han mest sannsynlig forsøkte å drukne dokka min (og jepp, “gutten” til høyre er meg…ikke så høye frisørutgifter på den tiden..)

Men, da jeg var ca 10 år skjedde det forferdelige. Badet måtte rives pga råte (kan vel umulig ha noe med å dusje rett på tapet, vel?) og Pappa bygget badet opp igjen UTEN badekar! Isteden måtte jeg ta til takke med et usselt dusjkabinett og i årene som fulgte kjente jeg på et umettelig savn etter å bade. Dette savnet manifesterte seg i noe som best kan beskrives som serie-bading hver gang jeg bodde på hotell med badekar. I løpet av en Oslotur med én overnatting, for eksempel, klarte jeg å bade hele 5 ganger, hvorav 2 på natten da jeg ikke fikk sove og kollegaen jeg delte rom med trodde det hadde klikka helt for meg.

 

I badekaret etter en dag med volleyballkamper i Knallecup:

 

I (boble)badekaret etter å ha blitt oppgradert til suite på Granca (utrolig dårlig valg av bok, når jeg tenker meg om…)

 

I boblekaret til kjæresten etter jobb (og jada, kjørte gode 38 grader med 30 grader i lufta og sol).

 

Ringen er nå sluttet da jeg igjen er tilbake til barndommens bad (siden jeg har kjøpt barndomshjemmet). Forskjellen er at tapet er ut, fliser er inn, vegg er revet ned til litt større bad og jeg har klart å rydde plass til et badekar. Det er ikke så stort, men til gjengjeld er det nesten i daglig bruk og slår jeg ned lyden på TV kan jeg nå høre det rope på meg i det fjerne. Her skal det bades:)

#badeglede

ENG: Tokyo – All In at the Karaoke Bar (#CoverYourEars)

It would have been a real shame leaving Tokyo without experiencing karaoke, so on one of our final days there, we looked up the venues in the neighborhood for a night of singing. The choice fell on Big Echo Karaokebar, only a 10 minute walk from our Marunouchi hotel.

Before we booked a table at the karaoke bar, however, we made a pit stop for some food and (lots of drinks) at the bar next door as a warm-up. Then we booked a private room with a big TV screen and two microphones for the six of us (with additional drinks to further loosen up the vocal cords…).

Earlier in the day, a couple of the boys were a bit skeptical of the whole karaoke thing and claimed audience status only. But, being in the room with a drink (as in many) in their hand, made that skepticism evaporate within minutes. The whole room took off and we went all in singing wise. We (of course) felt that we were really nailing it, but in retrospect, I think we made a wise call deciding to prohibit audio/video recording of the seance.

Our plan was to only book the room for like 30 minutes to an hour, but 3,5 hour later the staff practically had to force the microphones out of our hands. A super fun experience, and the possibility of booking a private room made even the shyest of us break out in singing.

ENG: Tokyo – Close Encounter With Sumo Wrestlers

As mentioned in earlier posts, Tokyo was an amazing city and it was sad to see our final day approach. But what better way to finish off our trip than with some sumo wrestling? To us westerners seeing 2 flubby men in a skimpy little outfit can seem a bit strange, but in Japan it’s the national sport and the wrestlers are idolized.

We had hoped to see a genuine sumo wrestling match, but unfortunately none were to be arranged during our stay. Instead we settled for an organized tour, ordered through getyourguide.com, but arranged by a local operator. It included an introduction to the sport by some retired wrestlers as well as a show-match. A very touristy thing to do of course, but hey, we wanted to see sumo wrestling, and this was the only viable option to obtain that. The price was about USD 110 and the activity also included the option of going against one of the wrestlers (spoler alert: I skipped that…) and lunch.

We were to meet up in the Ryoguku area, famous for its many sumo stables. We had a bit of a hard time finding the place since the entrance felt like just a whole in the wall, but we had predicted this, so we still had some time to spare when we finally reached our destination.

We were greeted by an amicable middel aged Japanese lady, who fortunately spoke English fluently. She took us to our table, located in a big room with a big mat in one end. Around the room we saw memorabilia of two wrestlers’ former glory.

Soon the show started and we got to meet the wrestlers (which names I heard, but managed to forget like 5 seconds later). They took us through the rules, warm-ups and techniques, all in Japanese of course, but the lady from before translated with

The wrestlers also did 3 show matches, where the big one (still do not remember his name ) won 2-1.

Before the lunch was served, we learned that sumo wrestlers cook their own food. They actually get so experienced in cooking that 50% of them choose the restaurant business as their second careere. They only eat two times a day, but then they eat a lot. The guy below revealed that when he was active he was able to eat up to 300 shushi pcs in one single meal, but now he is down to like a hundred.

The lunch was like all other food we have tasted in Japan; really tasty. We got a «Chanko Nabe», a real sumo lunch consisting of a hot pot with vegetables, proteins an chicken broth.

At the end we had the option of fighting the wrestlers and to take pictures. All in all a great experience and well worth doing when in Tokyo.

ENG: Norway – Kristiansand Zoo, 10 reasons why we always return

Kristiansand Zoo 30 km south of Oslo i Norway is not just an ordinary zoo. It’s a zoo, wilderness experience, theme park and water park all rolled into one and that is the reason we keep coming back.

The zoo outdates me with 10 years (without revealing my age) and when I was a kid I always wanted to go there, but never got the chance to (took forever to drive in those days). I guess you can say that that left me with a lifelong quest to finally go there.

When my son was little over a year I finally had a reason to go, and from our first visit we simply fell in love and in our first season we returned 10 times (with a total of 5,5 hours of driving for a return trip, that is considered crazy..). The next couple of years we went even further and bought season passes.

The reasons why we fell in love with the place are plenty, and here are just a few:

1. The animals

Of course, it is called Kristiansand Zoo, so I have to start with the animals. The place really focuses on animal welfare and they are also a part of global breeding programs and I also love the fact that the animals have plenty of space and you are not guaranteed to even catch a glimpse of them. The wolves, for instance, we are only able to spot like 10% of our visits.

 

 

2. Pirates

Kristiansand Zoo has their very own pirate, called Captain Sabertooth and he has both his own village, pirate boat (in which you can join and fight another pirate ship) and he also has several freebie shows during daytime in the summer and an evening show (extra cost) in July. Need I say that we have been to his show around 7-8 times?

 

The kids can also donate their pacifier to Captain Sabertooth for safe keeping in his vault, when they are ready to stop using it. For that they will be rewarded with a bonafide pirate diploma.

 

 

3. Cardemom Town

Cardemom is a small village inside the zoo, that is based on the very popular children’s book “When the Robbers Came to Cardemom Town” by Torbjorn Egner. Here you can visit the houses of many of the main characters and in season you can even stay the night in one of the houses. Several times a day during summer, the characters also come alive and play out some of the scenes from the book. In Cardemom town you can also buy legendary cinnamon buns.

 

4. The Huckybucky forest

Huckybucky forest is also based on a book by Torbjorn Egner; “Claus Climbermouse and the other animals in the Huckybucky forest”. Her you can take a train through the forest and watch scenes from the book played out. Mikkel Fox is as always out to eat the deadbeat mouse Claus and the other smaller animals in the forest. The bear is celebrating its 50th birthday, the baker intern is making cookies totally wrong and Morten Mouse is visiting his grandmother.

 

5. The Water Park

The waterpark is located next to the zoo and you have the option of either buying a combination ticket to both parks or standalone tickets. The first year the water was freezing cold, but now it’s better and last summer they even made an artificial beach here. In addition you have waterslides, an obsticle course, wace pool, baby slides and an indoor pool.

 

6. Crowds

Or, lack of crowds to be more specific. In the zoo (granted that you stay away from the feedings and freebie shows), you can find spots where you are more or less alone. Also, there are plenty of picnic areas where you can enjoy food you have brought from home. During winter they sometimes also make a fire where you can warm your own hot dogs.

 

7. Amusement park

Kristiansand Zoo also has an amusement park with obstacle courses through the forest, lotteries, carousels and much more..

8. Playground and petting zoo

In the park you can find several playgrounds for the younger ones. It aldso have several petting zoos where you can get up close with goats and pigs.

9. Hotels/cottages

If you want a stay-over you have plenty of offers. Across the street you have a nice hotel with a heated pool and right next to the entrance of the park you have the Dyreparken hotel, where all the rooms have an animal theme. If you want to live like a pirate, you have Abra Havn close by (here you will get a visit by pirates every morning during summer) and they even offer tree cabins (can’t wait to try these out…).

 

I sincerely hope I have been able to transfer my love for Kristiansand Zoo into this post. It is really a haven and a perfect spot for me that are not really a fan of big crowds and long lines. The ticket fee is a bit steep, but once paid most of the avtivities inside the park are for free.

8 ting jeg HATER med å fly (#SoManyIdiotsSoLittleTime)

 

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Det er ikke akkurat en godt skjult hemmelighet at det å reise er en av mine største lidenskaper og jeg skal ærlig innrømme (uten det minste snev av skam) at jeg bruker hver eneste krone jeg har til overs på reiser til nære og fjerne reisemål (dog fortrinnsvis til dem av type varme). Det store aberet med å reise er imidlertid selve reisen dit, så her deler jeg min 8 på topp irritasjonsmomenter i forhold til det å fly.

Starter like greit med en liten avklaring. Noen ville kanskje ha inkludert gråtende baby’er på fly på sin hatliste, men her er jeg ganske så ambivalent. Selv om jeg selvfølgelig ikke ønsker meg over alt på jord plass ved siden av en baby-familie, kan man jo ikke laste det lille uskyldige knøttet for byrden ved en flytur. Selv har jeg vært utrolig heldig med poden, da han nærmest har vært en engel fra hans første flytur i 6-måneders alder. Husker da en ganske så stresset babymor (les: meg) som skulle både skifte bleie på poden og gå på do samtidig, på en do som overhodet ikke var laget for mer enn én person (hvordan enkelte kan fantasere om mile high-club på de skitne, små avlukkene er for meg en gåte). Jeg skiftet da først bleie på pode og forsøkte så å lene ham inntil veggen mens jeg selv skulle til pers. Det gikk jo selvsagt ikke; stakkars kreket veltet umiddelbart og ble liggende og kave på et gulv ikke akkurat rent nok til å kunne spise av. Jeg tenkte da at det var greit å avlevere ham til faren først og åpnet døra, bare for å bli møtt av en milevis kø av tissetrengte passasjerer. Lite villig til å oppgi min plass i køen, valgte jeg da (les: i nøden spiser fanden fluer osv…) å bare å overlevere lille gullet til nestemann i køen med instrukser om å sende ham nedover i håp om at faren ville gjenkjenne ham da han kom “vandrende”. Det funket som bare det og senere på turen fikk sågar Norwegian-vertinnene et lite crush på poden og bar ham på rundgang til stor glede for foreldrene.

Nuvel, en liten digresjon der altså, men moralen i det hele er at jeg bevisst utelukker uskyldige små babyer fra min hatliste, som forøvrig består av følgende:

 

8.  Trege (som i-så-inn-i-helvetet-trege) folk i sikkerhetssjekken, dvs folk med 10 metallkjeder, sko med metalltupp, klokke, ringer, ørten PCer/IPader, skjerf, jakke, briller, solkrem, aloe vera juice og jeg vet ikke hva, men iikke viser snev av forberedelse før de står ved kassene og dermed oppholder køen leeeeeeeenge. PS! Av en eller annen grunn klarer jeg ALLTID å havne i en kø full av slike…

 

7. Folk som bringer med seg hele flyttelass som håndbagasje og glatt fyller opp hylleplassen til 5-6 medpassasjerer. Ofte gjør de det kunststykket å fylle opp hyllene bakover i tillegg, slik at de må bakse seg motstrøms etter landing for å raske med seg alt sammen.

 

6. Flyavganger med shuttle-buss ut til/fra flyet. For meg er det omtrent som å vinne i lotto hvis vi (spesielt på distansen Schiphol – Torp med KLM) kan traske rett ombord (evt rett inn i avgangshallen) uten å ta omveien via en shuttle-buss. Tilsvarende lykkefølelse får jeg når jeg blir plassert på øvre bildekk på enten Color Line eller Bastø Fosen, men det er en annen historie).

 

5. Fly fra Gardermoen. Nå kan vel knapt Gardermoen lastes for dette da det er mer et resultat av min nevrotiske trang til å være ute i god tid, men drar vi fra Torp, som kun er 10 min unna med bil og er ganske liten og oversiktlig, er jeg komfortabel med å ankomme flyplassen 1 time før ( OK, kanskje 1,5 time før, who am I kidding…). Skal jeg derimot fly fra Gardermoen, hvor det pleier å være kø på kø på kø, føler jeg at jeg må være der minst 3 timer før. Hvis vi i tillegg skal ta toget, og vi risikerer apostlenes-hester-for sykkel-for buss-for tog, foretrekker jeg å dra dagen før og heller legge en natt på Radisson Blu Gardermoen inn i reisebudsjettet. Har i utgangspunktet en just-in-time-kjæreste, men heldigvis har vi klart å komme til et kompromiss i form av at jeg sier kun når vi skal dra fra Sandefjord og ikke når flyet går og så spanderer jeg heller drikke i baren på Gardermoen når det går opp for ham at det er 3+ timer til flyavgang.

 

4. ikke fullt så små poder som sparker i stolryggen og hvor foreldrene ikke reagerer selv om man stadig kikker seg bakover og forsøker å hinte om at dette ikke er greit. Min strategi er da å henvende meg direkte til «prinsen»/«prinsessen» og spørre om de kan stoppe pronto (fortsatt med ymse respons fra foreldre som endelig er på ferie og har lagt hele barneoppdragelsen på hylla..).

 

3. Folk som ruger i midtgangen ved boarding. Hvor vanskelig kan det være å trekke inn til siden og slippe folk forbi??  Henger forøvrig sammen med tidligere punkt om ikke å ta med et helt flyttelass som håndbagasje. Jo mindre håndbagasje, jo fortere kan man sette seg ned og jo mindre risiko for sen avgang (og ikke minst jo mindre frustrasjon for yours truly…).
2. Folk som annekterer deler av MITT sete eller mitt «space». En gang hadde jeg spandert på meg en plass ved nødutgangen for å få bedre benplass og jeg rigget meg til ved vindusplassen i den tro at dette skulle bli en behagelig og romslig flytur. Da ramler det ned ved siden av meg en bodybuilder med oksenakke og overkropp matchende hunden i gamle Tom & Jerry-filmer. I tillegg bedrev han med seriøs manspreading som ikke overlot meg annet valg enn sammenknepne ben trykket inn mot flyveggen. Enden på visa var at jeg nærmest satt fast som  i en skruestikke mellom overdimensjonerte biceps og vindu (riktignok med lang, om ikke bred, benplass) hele turen..

 

1. Folk som legger ned setet i en voldsom fart,  midt i matserveringen, slik at mat og drikke skvetter veggemellom og man (riktignok kun i ett tilfelle så langt) er forlatt til den grusomme skjebnen av en psoriasisbefengt, glatt skalle hoovering rett over matfatet.

Kom på én til, så dette blir en bonus:

Folk som er livredde for ikke å få øye på kofferten sin på rullebåndet og dermed stiller seg kloss inntil og sperrer utsikten for alle andre. Den STREKEN foran rullebåndet er der for en grunn!!

Puh… det var mye eder & galle på en gang… Ikke vær redde; jeg har en del strategier for å takle stresset i forhold til å bedrive min favorittsyssel (= reise).

  • Legger så mange turer til Torp som mulig for å redusere tidsproblemer
  • Foretrekker turer med KLM – hvor jeg har Petroleumskort som gir tilgang til lounge i Amsterdam + tidlig check-in og boarding (GULL verdt)
  • Noise-canceling earphones – for kunne stenge ute uvelkomne lyder

Og det beste av alt er selvfølgelig Å KOMME FREM (begynner allerede å glede meg til neste tur, merker jeg…). Bon Voyage 🙂

 

 

#blogg #reise #fly #ferie

ENG: Berlin Marathon 2010, 2012 and 2015 – Rain, ambulance and naked men in park, but 3 new medals

Berlin Marathon in 2010 was my second marathon after the under par experience in Nordmarka Forest marathon a few months earlier. I really had given up the idea of participating and had even cancelled my plane ticket, but had a change of heart the week before the race and booked a new trip to Berlin; outbound on Saturday morning and inbound on Sunday night, right after the race.

Well, race day arrived with rain and cold weather and that resulted in burns and blisters ALL over due to friction (like 1×10 cm opened wound in the back of each knee caused by my Rehband kneewarmers. My clothes was not quite up to speed either, for example, I wore a regular bra, which gave me bra shaped burns. I also got burns from my ear-phones, so all in all, not my finest moment. But, the course itself was amazing and despite the poor weather, Berlin was crowded with people cheering us on (or, to be honest, I do not speak German, so I am just guessing they were cheering). The last 1000m is up the Unter den Linden. On the map it looks totally flat, but at the end of a 42,2km race, it feels like a giant hill. On the top of the “hill” is Brandenburger Tor and I when I saw it, I was totally sure that that was the finishing line. No such luck… When reaching Brandenburger Tor, I saw that I had to crawl for an additional 2-300 meters. Passing the finishing line was amazing and some tears found their way down my cheek there in the rain, but was quickly replaced with the biggest grin when I got the medal around my neck.

Well, the race was over and I had to revert back to my hotel for a quick shower and then pack up my stuff and go straight to the airport. The hotel was approximately 1 km from the finishing line, but it took me 45 minutes to reach it. I had to have like 20 breaks on the way where I sat down on the wet ground and felt very sorry for myself. But, I did get a lot of sympathetic looks along the way at least… When I finally reached the hotel, and went into the shower, I started to cry like a little baby when the water hit all my burns. The pain was excruciating and I barely managed to get undress afterwards. Then I had to rush off to the airport, where I received a sms from some colleagues, who had also done the race, asking me to join them for drinks and dinner. Instead, I had to sit 2 hours on a plane with poor leg room, reach Gardermoen at midnight and then drive the 2 hours back home and then be at work at 8 the next morning.

Two years later, I was back in Berlin for my second try. As usual, I had not exactly been resting the days before the race. 10-20 km sightseeing the day before a race is not exactly the best of ideas, so my legs were hurting already before the start. But, at least I got a new medal for my collection, and this time the weather was pleasant with sun and perfect temperature. A buddy of mine, who was also running, made the same mistake as I two years before, in believing Brandenburger Tor was the finishing line. But, in his case, he did not notice he was not done and laid down on the ground to rest. A mascot came up for him and tried to cheer him on, but my friend thought the mascot was only gratulating him, so he gave him a good hug before he suddenly noticed the finishing line a couple of hundred meters away (#EPIC). And the best of all; we have it all on tape…

In 2016 am back for the third time, along with a bunch of friends. One of the days we were going for a picnic in Tiergarten and had laid out all the food and were halfway down our prosecco glass when we suddenly noticed that everyone around us were naked. It turned out that we had managed to pick the nudist part of the park for our picnic. We tried to look indifferent, but when a couple of the guys started to stretch, we simply couldn’t be there anymore (I still have some mental pictures of the whole thing I am unable to get rid of…). This was the year I felt a pressure throughout the race, had to take an EKG after crossing the finishing line, resulting in an ambulance to the hospital where I was admitted with severe kidney failure. So, instead of celebrating with champagne, I got an IV and a hospital bed… lucky me..

Note to self for next time… 2XU compression tights, sweater and socks can be challenging if admitted into the hospital for a check. My bloated body stretched the clothes to their final limit, and they almost had to cut them apart to get them off me for examination. The next morning, I was well enough to leave the hospital and luckily we had a couple of more days in Berlin before we had to go home.

We staid at the Intercontinental Hotel Berlin and when we showed up for breakfast on our last day, we noticed that they were actually serving prosecco. A bit early for us, but we thought, what the H***. When in Rome (or Berlin in this case..) do as the Romans (or the Berliners). After breakfast it was time to pack up our stuff and, a bit tipsy, we went to the airport for our return flag.