BERLIN - For some damn reason, I have not been able to use Blogger in the last two internet cafes here, hence the breaking of my daily blogging ritual. That, and I cannot figure out how to get an apostrophe on this stupid keyboard. Pardon the awkward-sounding language. Did I mention that apostrophes are my favourite grammatical function?
The two blog-less days in Hamburg were pretty forgettable anyway. Some killer shopping, but the sleazy Reeperbahn, apparently the most formidable red-light district in the world, ranged from annoying (see: dirty old men trying to lure you into all manner of sex clubs) to downright disturbing (in the case of very assertive, possibly transvestite, prostitutes). At least my face did not get licked, a la Bryn.
Anyway, had a cracker of a time in das capital last night. First was watching Germany prevail in the third-place game, causing Deutchlanders to party almost as if they had won it all. Nice to be treated to one more night of unbridled German nationalism. Ended up at a faux-beach bar district in the middle of some urban redevelopment scheme, complete with a man wielding a flamethrower and a packed dancefloor pumping everything from JT to James Brown to House. Sung "Fat Lip" and "Black Betty" in deserted U-bahn stations on our meandering journey back to the hotel.
Was surreal to talk to everyone at The Cord office as the sun came up acrost West Berlin, picking up where we had just left off.
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