Day 7: Berlin

Nothing particularly interesting happened on this day as we took a 6hr train ride from Prague to Berlin, except for the 2.50 euros that my parents each paid for the coffee which tasted horribly bland.

However, something deplorable stained my day. Seemingly lost upon arrival in Berlin, I approached their train station to ask for directions. I asked, "Good afternoon! Do you speak English?"

She shook her head.

No choice. I proceeded to a nearby hotel and inquired, "May I know where Storkower Strasse is?"

"Sorry I don't know." I was really infuriated that he wasn't being helpful at all. I don't believe that hotels don't have street directories.

Ah well. I called the hostel. I was given an immediate answer without any fuss. But the problem was, I don't know how much it'll cost to get us to the location. So I returned to the train station. Ah ha! The same person who claimed she couldn't speak English was entertaining two Americans, in flawless English. Anyhow I waited patiently for my turn and asked her for help regarding the costs of the tickets. In the end, I guessed she had no choice but to help us.

Both incidents really gave me a bad impression about Germans. I hope they were the only black sheep around.

And guess what? Later in the evening we wasted 10 euros to spend 5hrs doing our laundry. In the end, we only managed to sleep at 2am.