guilty feet have got no rhythm
I can't believe how far I manage to get between net cafes. In Poland now would you believe? Yep we loaded our boot full of that German beer and headed over the border.
Stayed with my old mate Regine for about a week in Berlin. She's got this cool apartment in East Berlin, the wall was like just at the end of her street and a bridge right near her house was the first place the East Berliners started crossing the border in 89 or something. Berlin rocked, it's in a kinda cool stage right now where lots of the old stuff still exist before they're knocked down to make way for massive development. Found this way cool area called Oranienburger Strasse, basically it was right in the death strip of the wall and now all the squatters have moved in. There's this huge gallery that looks like it'll fall down anytime soon and a massive beer garden that's in like an industrial waste ground. Sydney desperately needs something dodgy like that. Told Amy I might devote my time to getting something up like that, never happen though.
So before Germany it was Scherwin (which we thought was pronounced swearin' but we were way off) and some other Hanseatic League town - have to consult Amy's diary on that one.
Yeah so Poland's been cool, though way off what I expected. Just expected a slightly poorer Germany. Once we crossed the border the road shat itself and died along with any speed that I'd picked up on the German autobahns. It was a full-on culture shock, there were people living on the side of the highway selling mushrooms that they'd picked from the forest. It got weirder when we drove past prostitutes in the middle of nowhere. Kind of sad really but the cities have been more normal. In Wrocklaw at the moment, a really nice place that was blown to bits in WW2 when the Nazis shacked up here against the Soviets and didn't give in until Berlin fell.
Though last night was a bit of a nightmare, were driving around town for about 2 hours before we found the campsite. Yep no signs to them here, took us 2 hours and a whole heap of swearing to give up on the country map and buy a city one. But we got there, started cooking dinner and the handle from our pan broke, pasta everwhere. So travelling's not always that cool.
Glad to see the homeys are back online... onya Grobbo & Jono. Where is that Dave guy?
Stayed with my old mate Regine for about a week in Berlin. She's got this cool apartment in East Berlin, the wall was like just at the end of her street and a bridge right near her house was the first place the East Berliners started crossing the border in 89 or something. Berlin rocked, it's in a kinda cool stage right now where lots of the old stuff still exist before they're knocked down to make way for massive development. Found this way cool area called Oranienburger Strasse, basically it was right in the death strip of the wall and now all the squatters have moved in. There's this huge gallery that looks like it'll fall down anytime soon and a massive beer garden that's in like an industrial waste ground. Sydney desperately needs something dodgy like that. Told Amy I might devote my time to getting something up like that, never happen though.
So before Germany it was Scherwin (which we thought was pronounced swearin' but we were way off) and some other Hanseatic League town - have to consult Amy's diary on that one.
Yeah so Poland's been cool, though way off what I expected. Just expected a slightly poorer Germany. Once we crossed the border the road shat itself and died along with any speed that I'd picked up on the German autobahns. It was a full-on culture shock, there were people living on the side of the highway selling mushrooms that they'd picked from the forest. It got weirder when we drove past prostitutes in the middle of nowhere. Kind of sad really but the cities have been more normal. In Wrocklaw at the moment, a really nice place that was blown to bits in WW2 when the Nazis shacked up here against the Soviets and didn't give in until Berlin fell.
Though last night was a bit of a nightmare, were driving around town for about 2 hours before we found the campsite. Yep no signs to them here, took us 2 hours and a whole heap of swearing to give up on the country map and buy a city one. But we got there, started cooking dinner and the handle from our pan broke, pasta everwhere. So travelling's not always that cool.
Glad to see the homeys are back online... onya Grobbo & Jono. Where is that Dave guy?