Berlin
If the liftoff frightened me then equally much so did the landing. Now i have never been afraid of flying, instead i think its quite interesting to know that i sit in a tin can and that i have close to no control over my destiny if something goes wrong, and actually i even find it calming in its own way. But due to the unpredictable nature of my condition i could only find myself being slightly worried trough out the flight. The landings and liftoffs were to be the most risky i was told and so that's when all the worry culminated in fear.
Safely on the ground we started navigating out of the airport and found it to be a fairly easy task. Picking up a few maps over the mass transit system of berlin we quickly figured how to go and where. And if someone ever comes and tells me the people in Berlin aren't kind and helpful to strangers then i will gladly smack their nose. Everyone who we asked help from to find the way were more than glad to tell us what they knew.
The hotel turned out to be quite neat even though as there only existed a self checkin on sundays we had to wait for an hour for the reservation to actually start. After dumping all extra belongings at the room we headed for the closest train station.
Now i knew berlin was big, but only after realizing that i was traveling inside the city with a train that I got a grasp about how big it was.
After arriving at Hauptbahnhof we started to make our way towards some of the landmarks of the city. The Reichstag, Brandenburger tor, The fancy revolving restaurant and a mighty church which name i already forgot, among many other things.
In the evening we figured we had seen as many beers as we had seen landmarks and about three times as many kilometers on foot. My grandpa, being the energetic old madman he is, still asked if i wanted to go for a drink but i simply settled for some quick dinner in form of cup ramen and crashed to sleep after a much longed for call home.
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