berlin part one
Uneventual journey from Prague. Tried to sleep en route but couldn't.
My arrival at Zoo station had me singing to myself. I was really happy to be in Berlin. No, I hadn't been drinking. My tendency to sing to myself has got more pronouced since my ipod was taken from me. I'm subconciously compensating for its loss, I suppose. It comes across as a kind of madness to people who hear me. I don't care. I talk out loud to myself all the time these days. It's probably due to travelling alone. I like my own company!
The fact that my European journey started through the winter months amuses some people. It wasn't intentional. I now conclude that it is a great thing. Why? I'm passing through during the festive season. The winter markets are just wonderful. The lights, the people milling about, the excitement, the way I see people interact. I'm a dedicated people watcher. It gives me great joy. I'm constantly smiling at little children and their parents, watching the way they behave. I rarely feel the same paranoia as London when I do these things. Often, the parents in London shield their children thinking I'm some kind of paedophile. I just enjoy seeing people all happy and cheerful. Nothing more than that.
The hostel is wonderful. Kind of bohemian and studenty. I'm in a mixed dorm. I make silly attempts at Italian, there are a number of Italian girls in my room. They're pretty.They seem to like me, maybe from pity. I have no concerns about the basis to be honest. My linguistic abilities are limited but it is surprising what can be achieved when one wants to communicate. Little connections can be made.
I headed to an Irish pub. The Oscar Wilde. One quote made sense to me 'life is too short to be taken seriously'. A session band was playing. They were good. They were German too. That impressed me. They played a song called 'The west coast of Clare'. My Mother is from County Clare. I told them so. I had never heard it before but I told the it was the most beautiful rendtion I had ever heard. Soon after I bought the three of them a beer.
Berlin is a great place.
I skipped my way back to the hostel. Bought a kebab too, regrettably.
My arrival at Zoo station had me singing to myself. I was really happy to be in Berlin. No, I hadn't been drinking. My tendency to sing to myself has got more pronouced since my ipod was taken from me. I'm subconciously compensating for its loss, I suppose. It comes across as a kind of madness to people who hear me. I don't care. I talk out loud to myself all the time these days. It's probably due to travelling alone. I like my own company!
The fact that my European journey started through the winter months amuses some people. It wasn't intentional. I now conclude that it is a great thing. Why? I'm passing through during the festive season. The winter markets are just wonderful. The lights, the people milling about, the excitement, the way I see people interact. I'm a dedicated people watcher. It gives me great joy. I'm constantly smiling at little children and their parents, watching the way they behave. I rarely feel the same paranoia as London when I do these things. Often, the parents in London shield their children thinking I'm some kind of paedophile. I just enjoy seeing people all happy and cheerful. Nothing more than that.
The hostel is wonderful. Kind of bohemian and studenty. I'm in a mixed dorm. I make silly attempts at Italian, there are a number of Italian girls in my room. They're pretty.They seem to like me, maybe from pity. I have no concerns about the basis to be honest. My linguistic abilities are limited but it is surprising what can be achieved when one wants to communicate. Little connections can be made.
I headed to an Irish pub. The Oscar Wilde. One quote made sense to me 'life is too short to be taken seriously'. A session band was playing. They were good. They were German too. That impressed me. They played a song called 'The west coast of Clare'. My Mother is from County Clare. I told them so. I had never heard it before but I told the it was the most beautiful rendtion I had ever heard. Soon after I bought the three of them a beer.
Berlin is a great place.
I skipped my way back to the hostel. Bought a kebab too, regrettably.
posted by Ciarán at 11:34 p.m.
1 Comments:
Are there Irish pubs in every country on the planet?
Is there a special guide for Irish guys who decide to venture out and discover every single one?
Take care of yourself. xx
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