19th August, 9:24am Berlin

So day three of my holibobs and back at my favourite place for a cup of tea, Marche. Probably ‘cause I’m enjoying the practice at asking for tea.

Last night was filled with some strange and pretty dark dreams. Mostly vague and sexual (putting that down to the Helmut Newton exhibition) The other was about a wee guy who volunteers at my work. In my dream he appeared at the door with a horrific look on his face and collapsed into my arms vomiting a strange white liquid in an Aliens style. I awoke after that one and lay in the dark of my scabby hotel room letting the strange feeling of foreboding and fear that comes after a nightmare soak into me.

Another thing about last night was that I got a couple of pretty choice insect bites both of which are on the left hand side of my back. Awesome, more stuff for me to complain about in this diary (I’m such a moan).

Today I’m off to the New National Gallery where I’m led to believe I’ll see some paintings by Magritte. After that I’m going to try and find a gallery that Kendra mentioned in her Email. It’s on a street called ‘Orientalburger’. Well, that’s what my brain keeps telling me it’s called.

Man, they dig the wasp here (if you know what I mean).

I have it in my head that this trip will get me closer to my dad somehow.
I’ll write more about that when I get back through.

18th August, 2009 9pm Berlin

Back on the Kurfenstendamm Strasse at the Marche having another tasse Schwartz tee mit milch ordered in German and I didn’t get a horrified look for it.
Speaking of horrific things, about a quarter of a mile ago I felt my blister pop and the water from it soak into my sock.

Fascinating fact: The water that builds up in a blister is actually the plasma that makes up blood but without the red blood cells.

Question: How do I know that?

I’m feeling a lot better than when I last wrote. My sore feet are really not helping. Totally gave up on the TV tower and just sat in the square reading my book and knocking back what appeared to be Berlin’s equivalent of a Big Issue seller.

Was a pretty mammoth trek today. Would be nice to figure out how far.

Last night I tried the German version of Italian cuisine which seemed pretty Italian (not that I’d really know). Went for the German version of a Chinese meal tonight and it wasn’t bad at all. Had pork ribs in a very subtly Chinese gravy followed by sweet and sour king prawns which were also not bad, similar to what you would get in Glasgow.

Managed to get by with my crap German and the waitress seemed to appreciate my apologies for knowing such little German. My pride at getting through the meal ordering process was short lived however. In the street I forgot about the cycle path and was chased off it by some chiming bike bells like the no good Johnny foreigner that I am.

Some highlights from today:
Seeing a man speed by on a big joyfully singing to himself.
A man with a superman t-shirt juggling fire.