5 hours on a train from Frankfurt to berlin, we set our adventures to find our hostel, Pangea people. Per their crappy directions, it took us an additional 5 hours to find it. All honesty, we were walking the opposite direction for a good 30 mins before realizing it.
Finally, we made it to the famous brandonburg gate. We just made it before the sun went down. It was quite beautiful having the sun going down. There were a lot of street performers in brandonburg. I don’t know if I really like to see the Brandonburg as a glorify tourist attraction. Nonetheless, the street performers were friendly and worked on a tip bases. I got a cute heart from clown.
Our hostel had a great bar. It was quiet and clean, all the things you want from a bar. I started off with a mojito and Ron had the brilliant idea of taking absinthe shots. I couldn’t down the whole thing, but what ever I could, it made me feel like I was numb and floating through life. Now I know why Everest Hemingway used to drink that stuff. For those who never tried absinthe before, the shot comes with water and sugar. Traditional absinthe has a contraption called absinthe fountain, which helps combine the sugar into the absinthe. The absinthe has a slight licorice taste, similar to sambucca and jäger.
I thought it was a good idea to walk off our absinthe high on the streets. The nice crisp cool air helped the fumes from the absinthe disappear. We found a nice Thai/vietamanese restaurant. I should’ve gotten a rice dish, but I opted for a meat vermicelli. The meat was so moist and soft, it reminds me of Kalibi.