After 30 fiasco-ridden hours of travel, I finally arrived in Berlin on Friday evening. Immediately flabbergasted by how vibrant, lovely and weird the place was. Which was convenient, because we spent the next few days in a whirlwind of bike tours, courtesy of Fat Tire Bike Tours, as well as general sightseeing. Along with government buildings and the nearly ubiquitous graffiti, we saw the famous Brandenburg Gate, a city-wide bicycle race, the apocalyptic Berghain techno club (still busy and pulsating at 2 p.m.), political posters and pro-Russia demonstrators sporting the inflammatory Ribbon of St. George . So far, an excellent start.
Berolina 