Day 7. Berlin.

Today Marisa and I got our act together nice and early and set out in search of the very famous, and much recommended East Side Gallery. This is the longest stretch of the Berlin wall that stands to this day. And a stretch that has had every metre of it painted by street artists. We made sure we had maps at the ready and were informed about what station to catch the trains to. We knew that we had to go to station X (in reality something ending in a Strauss probably, as everything does in Germany) and to walk from that station to the next station down the line. 

This was all well and good, except that we didn't really pay much thought to which side of the tracks to walk on. About half an hour of walking in the stinking heat latter we started to get the inkling that perhaps we had gone wrong somewhere. The hugely industrial area we were in being the second tip off. But it was all enjoyable, we were chattering away and got to see some very buff construction workers. It was a tad annoying when we finally reached the second station and were told by a grumpy old German man to turn around and go back, and that we could not get through that way. 

We did eventually find the famed and elusive East Side Gallery, and it was well worth it. The entire length of the wall was a visual wonder. Countless unique and amazing art works of bright and detailed street art. Buskers were spaced out about the place and it was a brilliant spot to take 802937987507230570857037205 photos. With a bit of prodding Marisa got into doing a few more outlandish poses.

On the way back, we took a meandering route bypassing a shopping mall as I needed a few items, we passed through an interesting punk/grunge area. There was street art and graffiti everywhere. There were people filming some kind of music video, a dude with e "free hugs" sign, buskers and actual punks with four hudred dollar hair cuts and numerous lavish tattoos and colours begging in the street.

While we were on the train leaving this area, our carriage was flash mobbed, or rather, had a guerilla performance. Some budding musical group boarded the train, raping and dancing while handing out buisnes cards. It was a magical moment and topped of a great day of touristing.

A wee bit of shopping, people watching and some currywurst for lunch and a shocking moment where we declined to buy a 4 Euro teeny weeny bottle of water latter and we set off home.

 Marisa and a few others from the hostel went out for a schnitzel dinner and beer which was lovely. After that we spent several hours drinking in hostel but I was feeling tired so headed up to bed for an early one. However that was not to be as I finally met my elusive room mates. They turned out to be two very nice Irish boys and we spent the next several hours talking about anything and everything. I can;t remember what we talked about exactly, but I remember it being quite funny. Turned out too that one of them, a Trinity College student was acquainted with Jack who plays Joffrey on Game of Thrones. Very exciting.

It turned out that Eddy was headed to Prague the next day as I was. So we made a plan to ride the train together and make the trip a little less boring.