Our first morning in Berlin was an early one, due to a very high pitched, non-english speaking cleaner. If I was ever worried about feeling disorientated when waking up in different countries every few days this wake up call only confirmed them. I completely forgot where I was, which country I was in and was totally unaware of who the hell was shouting 'House Keeping'. Ed was also in a total daze and found himself quizzing the house keeper as to what time it was. The cleaner replied in German then continued to bash about in the bathroom, forcing us all to heave ourselves out of the beds.
|Ed outside the Reitzster|
|After a few dirty pints, worse for wear.|
Bye Berlin, you certainly wern't the CurryWURST place we went!