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Wanderlust Part 8: Berlin and Amsterdam

Missed any part of my WANDERLUST series? Catch up here!
Wanderlust Part 1: Hong Kong and London
Wanderlust Part 2: Paris, Swiss Alps
Wanderlust Part 3: Florence and Rome
Wanderlust Part 4: Rome to Venice
Wanderlust Part 5: Salzburg and Vienna
Wanderlust Part 6: Budapest to Krakow
Wanderlust Part 7: Krakow, Auschwitz and Prague

Day 23: January 16th Prague to Berlin, Germany via Dresden

Some people joined in Budapest and left in Prague. Some have joined us for the final week. There are fewer than ever on the coach, and just two more destinations before the Winter Spirit trip ends.
We leave Prague early in the morning. After the usual morning stop at the service station for snacks, our lunch break will take place in the German town of Dresden. In WWII. 4000 tonnes of explosives were dropped on Dresden over two days, obliterating the city. But you’d never know, because it’s been rebuilt and is absolutely beautiful.
While walking around, I get to know Hannah, a 19 year old from Queensland who’s one of the most recent additions for this last week.We have a nice lunch at a fun little place. She’s studying occupational therapy and she’s never seen snow.

We arrive in Berlin that evening and get a driving tour of the city by a local guide. I sign up to do the Third Reich walking tour the next day, and as dinner is served that night, I have my first ever shot. For the record, it was a vodka sunshine, and it’s all captured on video.

Day 24: January 17th Berlin, Germany

When I booked my trip to Europe, one of the things I was most excited about was the amount of history on the continent. Especially war history, which is fascinating to me. I’m very keen to see how Germany handles WWII memorials, for obvious reasons.
Our guide is Spanish, and has lived in Germany for a few years. The tour starts at the Reichstag building, where we learn about Hitler’s rise to power, followed by the Brandenburg Gate. It starts snowing at this point, and you can definitely tell who the Australians are in this group because we all start squealing like kids in a candy store. And yes, there is still that one guy who ALWAYS wears shorts.
I take some hauntingly beautiful pictures of the Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe in the snow, and then we’re invited to walk through the stone maze.
We stop at a cafe for a quick break, then it’s onto the site of Hitler’s bunker and we finish at what’s left of the Berlin Wall and Checkpoint Charlie where we hear about a few very creative escapes.

People scatter after the tour, and again, I decide to go off on my own. I’m much happier this way. I wander into a nearby store and get a beautiful new pair of gloves to replace the ones I’m currently wearing. They’ve been saturated by the snowfall outside. I walk along the Berlin Wall to the war museum, entry is free, and spend some time looking around. But to be honest, a lot of the information is stuff I already know from a lifetime of loving history.
The snow is getting very heavy, and it’s soaking through my coat. I head into a giant shopping centre to dry off a bit. The fashions in Berlin are lovely, and I want to take this chance to revamp my wardrobe.
Because I have ten days til I head back to Australia, and the sweltering heat, I’m conscious of the fact that I haven’t got any summer clothing to change into on the flight home. There’s a sale on, and I get a new pair of denim shorts for 10 euros. And a new winter hat. I’m sure everyone in the store thought I was crazy getting shorts in the dead of winter. If only they knew.

Outside, it’s snowing harder than ever and I’m wet to the skin, boots and all. I hate to admit it, but it’s time to throw in the towel and head back to the hostel if I want to get dry. I decide to walk back and see as much of the city as I can. On the way I find an adorable cupcake shop, and get a couple to take with me.
Back at the hostel, I strip off all my wet clothes and hang them up to dry. The heating system will soon take care of that for me. My boots go under the heater on the wall, and I take a hot shower to defrost.

This is my first experience with real, heavy snowfall. And I’m quite happy to make it my last.

Day 25: January 18th Berlin to Amsterdam, Netherlands

It’s time for the last drive day, and onto our final destination. Amsterdam.

This is the only day where literally nothing eventful happens. It’s a 12 hour drive day, and bad weather (which even makes the news in Australia) means we have to miss the cheese and clogs factory demonstration we were meant to do today. It sucks. Guess that just goes to show, traffic and weather is a global issue. At least the coach is relatively comfortable and very well heated.

The only noteworthy experience is arriving in Amsterdam, and being warned in no uncertain terms to not step into the bike lanes. “You WILL get knocked over and they WILL yell at you,”
As soon as I have access to WiFi, I send a desperate message home. I fear I may not make it out alive after seeing these bike riders in action. If I don’t, avenge my death.

Next time: Part 9/10 Amsterdam, London