After sleeping in as usual we finally ventured out in to the cold Berlin winter around early afternoon. We walked by outdoor skate rink, and ferris wheel that make up part of the Christmas markets in Berlin-Mitte. I was cold and grumpy so Mikey bought me a sponge bob balloon to cheer me up.
We paid 4 Euro each to see an exhibition at the Guggenheim.
There were only 12 photographs, all depicting lower class. I wasn’t really impressed to be honest and thought the museum would be a lot bigger and/or have something fantastic on display. I guess I should have done my research before paying for that one.
Once we got back outside we immediately wanted to go somewhere warm again so I dragged Mikey shopping. We don’t have enough money to buy fancy things, or enough room in our backpacks, so I just looked a bit. I don’t know why I do that to myself, its just depressing.
We got off the Metro at Eberswalder Strasse and immediately grabbed a warm brew at Impala Coffee to keep us warm. They have soymilk and good looking babes behind the counter (I don’t think guys are aloud to work there, at least not at that one). They also sell The Berliner – the only weekly English magazine with gigs, theatre and club listings. Its only 2 Euro and well worth the investment.
We had to walk about 20 minutes to find the brutal pub; Access (we could have caught a tram, but we were still getting used to the whole city transport thing). It wasn’t even open when we got there, so we took a tram to Alexanderplatz to find the popular pizza joint, Due Forni. It’s supposedly famous in Berlin for its great food and the graffiti all over the walls (which I was later told is a privilege granted “only for bands and friends of bands”). I was caught writing ‘Pratt Ratt’ on the wall and the waiter decided to inform me of this “priviledge” then.
The walls are completely covered with shitty band tags, “From Autum to Ashes” were among the hundreds of crap bands written around the place. At least the Pratt Ratts have some cred. I’d much rather have a Ratt tag my wall than a horrible shit band, but I guess that’s their problem. The pizza was really good and they had no problem making mine with out cheese. We picked up a copy of Uncle Sally’s, a free German magazine with gigs and music articles.
We made our way back to Access on the M4 tram, and this time it was open. The whole place was dedicated to metal, and the walls had dark murals, upside down crosses and Moterhead posters to set the scene of brutality.
The bar tender looked shocked when I order a vodka soda and I decided most people just get pint of beer at a bar of such fierce mentality. Most people also probably smash their pint against their head when they finish and leave the blood on their foreheads – METAL. Did I mention I still had my sponge bob balloon with me, so I don’t think he though I was quite metal enough to hang – little does he know. We only stayed for 3 drinks or so and played a few games of pool – Mikey winning all of them. We ran out of cash so we caught the tram back to the center and the subway from there to the hostel. A tame night for such heavy rockers indeed. (BUT! We didn’t pay for the transport, EERRRWAAAAAA!!!!! METAL!)