berliner brau

other than the masseus we didnt have much contact with any czech natives. leaving we thought it'd be funny to hitch hike at a bus stop and sure enough a car with german plates pulled over. the two girls offered a lift to berlin. it was a pleasant ride until the radio came on with the news. due to inclimant weather all the roads to berlin were flooded. there was no choice but to stop in dresden germany for the night. we didnt have a host lined up but our experienced led us to a starbucks to post an emergency couch request online. the cashiers waited after closing and our efforts paid off. i can host you, meet me at the bar for raggea night. we wandered the streets looking for the address and stumbled across some teenagers. the tallest one asked us something in german which miguel replied "nein nein nein danke". ignore this guy "sprechensie english?" i asked. he had droopie eyes and long blonde hair leaking from his beanie. he calmly replied "oh ya, i said if you need a place for the night". miguel changed from smartalic to friendly instantly "yah mahn, that would be awesome if thats ok". these guys were complete strangers offering to host us off the street. "we are going to the bank machine for beer money, komm with us". i didnt feel safe joining this group, we could go missing and no one would ever know. that was until he sparked a cigarret "smoke a yoint?" and handed it over. somehow we kept attracting stoner kind into our adventure. now i was thinking these guys are harmless pot smokers, i can make sense of that. christof invited us into his flat, where we shared drinks and stories. it was short night before we'd be back on our way. working on the side walk we tried some new hitch hiking techniques; new dance styles, improv, and even stacked (miguel on my shoulders and vice versa). an iranian driver gave us a ride "i take you in berlin wher i live". for a break we stopped at a car dealership where he worked. he happily introduced us to his coworkers and bought us a couple cups of coffee . he didnt speak great english so on the way i learned as much german as i could unaware it was with a middle eastern accent. the signs on the highway counted down the kilometers and we were finally in berlin. known for the party scene so it wasnt surprising to see the city light up the night. i like to say its the new york of germany. we hopped on a train with decals on the windows, asked a few pedestrians and found our address. since jorge didnt have a place of his own erik provided a place for a few nights. to celebrate our arrivel, another city conquered, we went out to try the famous doner kabobs. similar to a burger, but its turkish origin gave the doner a unique blend of spices that proved to be competitive. quite tasty. berliner brau ended the rest of the evening back at his flat .cristian came over along with his humour and bottle opening tricks. there wasnt anything he couldnt pop the top with. he was an expert in impersonating arnold schwarzenegger, "gett dauunn! gett tu da choppa! gett tu da bote!" we watched some youtube and went to bed. after work erik invited us to play texas holdem with his buddies. TEXAS holdem. we arrived, greeted everyone and started drinking."this my friend, is the ladykiller" erik said introduced me to a glass of mostly vodka, wine and a splash of lemon-lime soda. it was really sweet, i didnt realize how much alcohol i was drinking. i had a few and we headed towards the disco. before entering his friends sparked up a yoint and passed it to me. this shit was strong. we paid cover and went downstairs to the club thick with smoke. i could barely see, much less breathe and the world that seemed so still suddenly started spinning. it wasnt 15 minutes before i got out and puked on the sidewalk sitting indian style. my friends and even staff members i didnt understand were trying to help. i was too fucked up, all i remember was blurry tram rides on the way home. the american who couldnt handle his liquor, the butt of all german jokes. damn ladykillers! i woke up next to miguel, not knowing he went off and made new friends. we packed our things, said goodbye to erik and met up with jorge across town. miguel broke the news he was heading to norway, alone. the thought of him leaving scared me, but i didnt hold him back and he was gone. i went to check out the berlin wall, thinking the whole way. how could he do this? i felt angry he'd betray me. i was so vulnerable to the world with no one to get my back. i arrived at the historical site. the paintings and stories of the wall inspired me to keep moving. i caught a great outdoor ska show at alexanderplatz, in which a hilarious homeless guy stole the show with his harmonica. it lightened my mood before i made it to jorges temporary flat. there was no room so he arranged for me to sleep in a parked station wagon. it was roomy and i slept great. in the morning jorge woke me up and made eggs for breakfast, and some extra for lunch. before going anywhere, i had to lighten up. my gear was unbearable at 40+ lbs, so i ended up giving half my things away including clothes. thanks again jorge for all your hospitality, i couldnt of done it without you. and i was off. i had found a host in hamburg, that was the next stop, solo.

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