Day 9 – One Week in Berlin and I Didn’t Drink a Single Beer, Am I Doing This Right?

Ingmar contemplating his beard

The average foreigner that goes to Amsterdam is not going there for the cheese and similarly, the average foreigner that goes to Berlin is not going there for the Bratwürste. Amsterdam has its weed and coffeeshops and Berlin has its beer and Spätkaufs. After 9 days, however, I somehow have not entered a single Späti yet nor… Continue reading Day 9 – One Week in Berlin and I Didn’t Drink a Single Beer, Am I Doing This Right?

Day 1 – Night Busses and Snoring Roommates

What is worse, trying to sleep in a night bus or in a room with somebody who snores like a stuttering chainsaw? The question I asked myself after day one. In my opinion it's the former, even though the willingness to kill someone is stronger in the latter. So here I am, in my favourite… Continue reading Day 1 – Night Busses and Snoring Roommates