Day 11, we decided to take our talents to Berlin. Our stay in Berlin was just like any other other day—admiring local landmarks, appreciating the city’s rich history, and, especially, disturbing the peace. Our hostel this time around wasn’t anything special, but at least it came with the trusty, ‘breakfast included’ deal. With backpacks loaded, breakfast included really means brunch, lunch, afternoon snack, dinner, supper, midnight munchies, drunken munchies… whatever other times there are, we’re eatin’ during it, that’s fa sho.
Coupled with a hearty breakfast in the morning was a nice tour in the afternoon. After touring all over town with plenty of time left still to kill, we figured, why not join in on the gay parade bumping nearby? As a result, I got my daily dose of rainbows, pink short shorts, hairy chests, and pelvic thrusts to spare. It’s also only fitting that all the vendor food consisted primarily of hot dogs and sausages the size of my leg. But I gotta say, them Germans know their meat, grilling those bad boys to sweet, wiener perfection.
(dominant one on the right)
On our train ride home, we came across some teens who were having a little disagreement. This one dude in particular was giving his lady friend a piece of his mind. But the best part was that he was doing it in 3 different languages. Starting off with Spanish, rounding out the middle via English, and finishing her off in his native German, it was a wondrous sight. Nothing like shutting someone up in multiple tongues. Different languages, one universal meaning… truly, a beautiful thing.
With the day’s festivities over, we headed home and chilled in the lobby. Before long though, we were approached by a large fella wearing a lei (those flowery necklaces) and a white button-up that wasn’t really doing its job in terms of buttoning. He walked up, eyed us down, and with an accent identical of Arnold Schwarzenegger, asked us, “You like to party?” Course we do. But then he says.. “I like to party. You. Come now. With me.” (!!!!) I didn’t feel like getting manhandled in a dark alleyway that night, so we politely declined the offer. The fact that he began gyrating his hips in our direction and pumping his fist afterward didn’t help either.
After our run-in with the Terminator, we played games all night and eventually peaced out. Well, that’s all folks. Once again, just another typical day in Europe.