We also took some pictures of cranes. Apparently cranes are as much an icon of Berlin as the Brandenburgtor. Kath even bought a crane t-shirt at the Maurpark flea market. Yes, there were cranes, but half of NYC is a construction site (the other half is brand new condo towers) so we have our fair share of cranes too.
After a good half hour of pictures, we finally hopped in our very own piece of East German engineering. There were a ton of Trabis, each painted a different color, even some plaid ones or striped ones, ones with polka dots. But we got yellow. It's not polka dots, but at least it's highly visible, so there's that.
Our first stop on the Trabi tour was the Berlin Wall memorial, where we had been the previous day. Ah well, we got some cool photos this time around.
Driving the Trabi was not without its perils. First up, I found the gear shift difficult at best. My original stick shift VW had a regular shifter between the seats. The Trabi had its shifter on the steering column. Plus, I'm not sure if it's just my lack of coordination or poor GDR engineering not holding up over time, but I could barely work the gears. There was a fair bit of grinding and at one point I got stuck and had to have the tour guide park and come rescue us with a quick shift back into first. And we actually spent the last ten minutes or so of the tour stuck in third.
But we did make it back in one piece. Except that I almost hit a biker by the Tiergarten. But to be fair it's because I was trying to not hit the pedestrians. It was a super fun tour, but the driving part of it was a little stressful. It was nice to be done with driving.
I say slightly creepy because the owner and their family were hanging out smoking and drinking and there was no one else around. Plus they didn't speak any English. Not even Dinglish, the pigeon German/English that everyone in Berlin speaks. Plus they seemed to eye us suspiciously. Ah well, their schnitzel was fantastic and their beer was cold, so we
|Guess which half of this building was shelled by the Red Army in 1944.|
We grabbed ourselves some biers at a tabak and kept walking, eventually finding a really nice, swan filled park along the Landwehr Canal.
We took this opportunity to finally bust out the little mini pose-able tripod and bluetooth phone camera remote control for some photos. It's way better than a selfie stick, but this wold actually be the only time on the whole trip where we used it.
Above, was actually my favorite picture from the entire trip. We paused on a bridge full of drummers, poets, and other young kids hanging out and smoking and I took this shot. It's like it should be a Monet painting except that it's a graffiti covered rusted industrial pipe. I love the contrast.
As the sun set, we headed further into the Kreuzburg so we could go visit the legendary bar SO36. On the way I found myself in front a sunglasses stand right at golden hour. So I tried them all on. Okay, not all of them. But a few.
|Pictured: A German enjoying things.|
One really cool thing was that the restrooms actually had "trans" on the door. Go, Deutschland! Way to be uber alles with the restroom access.
We also put out some Gender Rebels cards on the palm card table. Germany is actually our number one non-English speaking nation as far as downloads. So hopefully we'll have some new fans.
On our night out in Kreuzburg we also tried doner. For those not in the know, donor is sort of lot gyro meat in that it's a greasy pressed meat that's displayed on a slowly turning loaf. Also like gyro it's only good when you're drunk. Luckily we were drunk so it wasn't half bad.