Day three unterwegs, and already German is creeping into my conversation without me noticing. This is surprising as as we spent our first night in a hotel adorned with Aboriginal prints, rooms named Queensland and Victoria and a $120 brekkie (not included).

Thankfully our taxi driver understood our outraged

strine

and directed us to a 5 Euro feed at the local kebab shop. Unfortunately it was shut at 6 am (we had all been awake since 2) so we continued to the train station. Home at last.

The smell of freshly baked pretzels and pastries, though slightly marred by the omnipresent aroma of Maccas, is a joy I cherish each time I return. It takes me straight back to 1990 and back-packing in Dad’s old leather jacket that neither fitted nor kept me warm, and when meals consisted mostly of butter pastries and whatever I could steal from the hostels breakfast buffet.

In those days coffee was either an esspesso or a slightly larger kaffee creme. Now to our horror kaffee is either L or XL (see animated photo above)

And then on to the train!!! One of the thing I promised my reader (Hi mum!!) was art. So here it is. My pic of Lala, held captive by the ipod, on route to Berlin.