BERLIN! day 2: Saturday evening took us to Kreuzburg

On Saturday evening we braved Kreuzburg aka not tourist-ville. Kreuzburg is the super exciting Berlin version of Melville in Johannesburg. The buildings are covered in graffiti on the outside, but the silhouttes of children jumping on beds that show through drawn curtains reflect a different nature of the place. At a glance, the seemingly hardcore buildings house civilised interiors and we felt at home right away.

Unlike in South Africa, drinking in public is not illegal in Germany and we each bought a Berliner Pils from a corner cafe and continued our night time expolrations. "Cake" was our pre-party palce of stay. With cocktails going for €4,50 before 9, I couldn't stop myself from ordering a €7 "communicator" and was soon on my way communicating to the portuguese guy next to me in broken german from two sides.

After both our vocabularies had come to an end and the midnight hour had arrived, Niel and I shifted across to Lido, a club true to the indie heart. Thanks to Our Friend Henry their indie pop songs were our sing-alongs. I can't say the same for the german folk that followed and by half past two we were on the train back to the Mitte, just in time before our day tickets expired at 3am.

Unfortunately I didn't take my camera to Kreuzburg. Perhaps it was better that I didn't look like a tourist.