Sunday, 14 January 2007

Berlin, day 3

We set the alarm for 8.30 but still had a bit of a lie in. We went down for the same breakfast without the ham and with better tea. After putting our bags in the luggage room, we stepped out into a cold and windy day, and Jake went off to do some things on his own. Rachel and I went to the nearby internet cafe for me to check in and print off a boarding pass for the flight that night.

From there, we walked to Hackescher Markt to look at the markets more closely, but found that they had done a runner. It was a bit disappointing. We had the obligatory coffee and headed off to the next destination on our list. This happened to be Museum Island. Mental note, there are no ATMs in Berlin when you want them. We crossed the bridge and walked back, past some other markets that we decided to go back to, towards the Pergamon Museum. Its frontage is absolutely colossally huge, which you can’t really appreciate until you’re up close to it. Jamie had warned us about how big it was because of the size of the pieces inside. The tickets were €10 (we were hoping they were more than the Checkpoint Charlie museum) and we got a free audio guide with it. I checked my coat in, almost forgetting to take the corresponding tag. There was no floor plan in English, so we decided to do the half hour highlights audio tour and then fill in the gaps we wanted to. The first thing we saw was the Pergamon Altar. It’s enormous and it’s in such good condition. The tour took us into the Hellenistic Room, and then into a Roman Room where the Market Gate of Millet is. Unfortunately it’s covered by scaffolding, as it was made unstable by WWII bombing.

The tour took us further to see the Babylonian Ishtar Gate and Procession, which made a big impression on me with its colour and sheer size, considering it’s a small part of much larger structure. Then it finished. Rachel and I did the smaller rooms around the Ishtar Gate ourselves – they included Assyrian things like a model of the Tower of Babel. We went upstairs to look at the Islamic pieces. They were beautiful – and the section of wall of Mshatta Palace was impressive. Lastly, we went into the Greek and Roman Rooms, and there were some very interesting classical sculptures and busts. I learnt a lot here. I enjoyed this museum, even though it only contained things that the Germans had purloined, rather then actual German things.

We headed back out into the cold, still looking for an ATM. The first group of markets had some nice scarves, hats and arty things. There was some very nice glasswork fashioned into hanging ornaments which I knew I’d never get home safely. On our way back to Friedrichstrasse, we happened upon many more market stalls than we’d seen earlier. Here, I got a sausage, and the stalls included old records, jewellery, Russian dolls in the likeness of Mikhail Gorbachev and lots more. Very nice. By happy coincidence, we passed Bebelplatz and so went into St Hedwig’s. It’s nice inside, but not quite what I expected. The top of the dome is enclosed, unlike the Pantheon. There is a lot of glass used in the interior, and nice hanging glass light fittings near the organ. Stairs go down in the middle of the cathedral, and there are small chapels in underneath.

We walked on to Friedrichstrasse, finally finding an ATM near Stadtmitte U-bahn station. We were going to walk up to the restaurant into which Jamie had led everyone on the tour, but couldn’t be bothered, and found something nearby, even though none of it inspired me. I got a rather boring ham and salad roll, while Rachel picked a pumpkin seed roll with brie on it. We worked out the rest of the day, as it was very nearly dark. We had been intending to catch the S-bahn out to Zoo, because I hadn’t seen anything in the west, and the view was apparently wonderful from the train. Now that it was dark, it was really rather pointless. Other ideas included the Topography of Terror, the Berlin Phil, and the East Side Gallery. We settled for the East Side Gallery, got some good cake to take with us, and disappeared down into Stadtmitte U station.

We caught the U to Alexanderplatz, then with the assistance of a friendly American, the S9 to Ostbahnhof. Rachel used her uncanny sense of direction to lead us over the main road to what we thought was the wall, but was actually a more modern version. We kept walking and soon saw the real thing emerge. The section of wall was 1.3km, and the art works painted on it were really inspiring. I especially liked the wall’s CV section. Also, the one with all the people pouring through the gap was great. After a while, the quality declined and the budget had obviously not extended the whole way for refurbishment. Still wonderful. We found that we had walked ourselves much closer to the next station, and so got the S train from Warschauer Straße back to Alexanderplatz. We got off here intending to have a look around the square, but nothing was open and it looked like a very ordinary commercial mall anyway.

After marvelling again at Rachel’s uncanny sense of direction, we disappeared back into the underground and got the U2 back to Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz. We met Jake in the bar, and I quickly showed them my Vienna photos, and Rachel showed Jake what we had seen for the day. I only had time to retrieve my bag, pack up, say goodbye to Rachel and Jake before I had to head off. I had some fruit still to eat, but thought I’d find something else at the airport. I got the U2 to Alexanderplatz, and the trusty old S9 to Schönefeld. It was very easy to get into the airport since you couldn’t miss it.

I went through security fine with my bottles (they missed the bottle of water still in my bag), spurned Hungry Jacks even though there was nothing else to eat, and lined up for passport control. It took ages, then we had to wait at the gate for quite a while. The priority boarders got on, and thankfully they were boarding to both doors this time, as the wind wasn’t too strong. I got a window seat, bought some horrid, overpriced salt and vinegar Pringles from the cabin crew, and didn’t listen to any music, because my MP3 player was still not working. I was very annoyed. It didn’t help that there was a horrid loud Australian sitting behind me, and I was still quite hungry. The flight was smooth though. We landed at Stansted on time, and I rushed to catch the bus. It was late, but made good time back to Cambridge. By 11.45 when I got back I was very tired but satisfied.

Berlin is a fascinating place. If I go back I’d like to do the train to Zoo, the Berlin Phil, and Topography of Terror.

Saturday, 13 January 2007

Berlin, day 2

Our alarms went off at 8am but we had a good half-hour lie in. We went down to the bar and had a pretty good breakfast of toast, ham, cheese and boiled egg with orange juice and bad herbal tea. Leaving at about 9.30, we walked to Hackescher Markt to join the walking tour that had been recommended to Rachel by friends, run by Insider Tour. It cost €12. We had some very good coffee while we waited at a coffee shop for our rendezvous, and Jake and I had wanders past some very interesting-looking markets on the other side of the square.

We met Jamie, our guide, who is a British archaeologist and has been living in Berlin for 7 years. He was great! He gave us a very good introduction to the history of the city and the fact that they keep reinventing themselves by tearing down and rebuilding history.
He started telling us about Hackescher Markt and how the big shopping complex on the corner was rebuilt in the original style of: shops, courtyard, shops, courtyard, shops, courtyard etc. Most of what we could see had only been built in the last 10 years. We then walked on a little way to a big square (Lustgarten) surrounded by many buildings of interest.

The first we were introduced to was the Royal cathedral, which was built as a private chapel, but is in fact huge and hasn’t been cleaned since it was built. Turning to our right slightly, we learnt about the Palast der Republik. It is a horrid-looking steel frame being demolished at present, but has an amazing history. There used to be a massive, grand palace on the site built by the Prussians, but it was pulled down years ago – after the First World War I think. In its place, a boxy glass building was put up as the centre of communist operations in the cold war. The people marched on it in protest and broke in, forcing the powers that be to make a speech from the balcony. When the wall came down, the building was to be preserved, and housed a bowling alley and shops for a time, but it was discovered that it was full of asbestos. So they had to rip it all out and rebuild it, but they found out the whole building was in trouble, so after a big fight, it was decided to demolish it. Strangely enough, there are plans to rebuild the original Prussian palace once it’s gone.
In the meantime, a building very near it is being used as a centre of business, commerce and free enterprise – a huge joke considering its proximity to the former communist centre of East Berlin. There was a museum or gallery (think it was Schinkel’s Altes Museum) on another side of the square, then across the river, we could see the start of museum island, a bit of the Pergamon poking out and the pink Prussian Armoury building. Museum Island is actually an island in the middle of the river where the museums are all situated. Jamie told us that islands in the middle of rivers attracted settlements as they were easily forded and easily defended – Paris and Rome were settled under similar conditions.

We walked over the bridge and on down Unter den Linden, seeing the State Opera house (also known as the Staatsoper I think), which I had seen on a website and looked uninteresting. Jamie told us that it’s an old building that had been restored at some point, but so badly that it’s rotting with water damage on one side and needs attention again.
We stopped in Bebelplatz and looked at two of the Humboldt University frontages, which are beautiful, and the far end which was the first library in Berlin. To its left is St Hedwig’s cathedral, which had been on my list to see. Its design was apparently based on that of the Pantheon in Rome. In the centre of the square is a curious glass pane looking down into the ground. It is actually a memorial to the disgusting book burning that the Nazis took pleasure in. When you look down inside, you can see empty bookshelves, and they have allowed space for one copy of every single book that was burned.

While we were stopped here, Jamie told us about the TV tower. After Berlin was divided, each side began this ridiculous one-upmanship. The West built a multi-storey shopping tower, and to retaliate, the East built this huge TV tower, which was completely unnecessary in a flat city, and was the tallest tower in Europe at that time. At around this time, religious crosses were not to be displayed in the East. The big joke was that as soon as the sun shone on the reflective tiles of the tower ball, a gigantic cross was inescapably created. Jamie also told us about construction in Berlin to the present day – going into explosives is still a lucrative career choice because there are still hundreds of unexploded bombs under the ground that have to be thoroughly checked (or exploded?) before anything can be built.

From Bebelplatz, we walked on to Gendarmenmarkt where there are beautiful twin cathedrals of similar denominations on either side of a square, but one for French people to cater for the Huegenots who were invited to live there, and a German one for the locals. We walked on to Friedrichstraße and Jamie called a half hour break. Most people went into the same buffet-style restaurant that Jamie went into, but Rachel, Jake and I went across the road to a more formal restaurant that turned out to be quite formal indeed. We ordered soup – Jake and I had tomato and Rachel had garlic. The waiter didn’t speak much English, but we managed to get our message across, and were served, ate, used the toilets and were out in time to meet the tour again on the Checkpoint Charlie corner down the street.

On the corner were quite a lot of information boards and old photos of how things were. I tried to look at as many as I could, but it was much more important to listen to Jamie’s wisdom. He told us about some of the escape attempts here – it was a little hard to hear him because of the traffic. Checkpoint Charlie refers to checkpoint ‘C’ which is known in international language as ‘Charlie’. One family built a hot air balloon by buying small amounts of fabric at a time. Some men found ways of smuggling their girlfriends out, and the West pulled off some good rescues just by dropping in with helicopters. He told us about an incident in the 60s of an American general who wanted to go into the East to see an Opera. Apparently one of the East Berlin guards decided to insist on identification, when the official agreement had been free entry. The general got really mad and went off only to come back with a tank and lots of troops, forcing his way over the border. The East retaliated by lining up troops on their side with Soviet tanks backing them up. It escalated from there until large armies faced each other over the border. That incident is seen as the closest we ever came to World War Three. Luckily no one’s trigger finger got itchy or it could have been extremely nasty since each side had amassed enough nuclear weapons to obliterate the world three times.

We walked up Niederkirchnerstraße beside the wall and didn’t get far before Jamie stopped and hugged an old couple who were selling pieces of the wall. He told us about how entrepreneurial the man had been to stockpile his pieces for two years, and I think most people ended up buying some. The man had done them up nicely on backing paper with a photo and another little piece of memorabilia. I wasn’t going to get one, but then Rachel and Jake bought one each and I thought they looked quite good. They were only €5 so I got one too. We walked on past the big ‘Die Australia’ balloon and stopped in the death strip. Jamie told us about how the wall came about. The government in East Berlin got increasingly oppressive and thousands of people poured over the border into West Berlin. Instead of changing their policies to attract people, they just tried to force them to stay instead. The only way to do this, since Berlin is smack bang in the middle of East Germany, was to build a wall effectively around West Berlin. Apparently some official had gone on the TV and announced that there was no intention of building a wall, while all the planning had already taken place and construction was about to start. One night, a human chain was formed in a remarkably short few hours and people just stopped being allowed over the border. Construction of the wall started, and was added to and fortified over the years (as cars could still smash through for a while) until there was a wide no-go zone, then one wall, then the death strip and another wall. Propaganda was put out that West Berlin was going to invade East Berlin, and that the wall was intended to keep the West Berliners out and not the East Berliners in. People were shot on sight in the no-go zone and the death strip. Jamie also told us about the East Side Gallery here, which is another 1.3 km section of the wall which has been preserved due to the art works on it.

Behind this part of the wall was an open air exhibition called ‘Topography of Terror’ on the site of the old Gestapo and SS headquarters. The buildings were demolished, but the cellars, dungeons and cells were excavated and opened to the public. Jamie said that the title was suitably politically correct considering what went on in that place.

We walked on and came to the Nazi Air Defence Ministry. It is a colossal building that was defended so vigorously in World War Two that it was only hit by two bombs. It is now a much more generic government building – Ministry of Finance?? There’s a portico at the far end of it showing a mural of jolly life in East Berlin. Jamie told us that in 1953, one Soviet leader told the East German leader to go easier on the people, and so the people of East Berlin, after years of ill treatment, were promised an improvement in working conditions that was cruelly retracted a few days later. It was the last straw. Some construction workers went on strike and marched to this building, and collected another hundred thousand people on the way. When the leader saw them approaching and shouting through megaphones, he ran to hide in the basement. No one came out to talk to the people, so they organised a protest the following day. Because the media was state controlled, they couldn’t easily get the message out to everyone about the protest, but the Americans in West Berlin helped out by broadcasting news of it far and wide. The East German leader was convinced that a large-scale revolution was about to happen and called on Soviet help. So when the people arrived the following day they met strong resistance and didn’t actually achieve anything. They had still produced a heartening show of solidarity. Just outside the portico is a huge, long, horizontal glassed-in photo of the people marching on that day in 1953.

After walking a bit further, we came to the corner of a building that used to house horrible Nazis planning war (can’t remember exactly what it was) that is now a Chinese restaurant called Peking Duck. Jamie thought that was rather incongruous.

Around the back of this block of hideous concrete prefab flats was the location of Hitler’s underground bunker. It’s a very ordinary-looking residential car park with only one information board to mark the spot, but the bunker is definitely 10 metres beneath the ground with slabs of granite, steel and concrete protecting it. It was a cold, damp, smelly, miserable place from all reports, and Hitler had access to the nearby military buildings. Jamie said that by April 1945, Hitler was a shaking wreck of a man, shrivelled, and prone to emotional outbursts.  He married Eva Braun at about this time. He refused to surrender, but when he knew that Berlin would be taken and heard that Mussolini’s body had been dragged through the streets, he arranged his suicide and left strict instructions on how his body was to be dealt with. After limply shaking the hands of his staff, he and his wife went into his office and shut the door. One of his staff found their bodies later and dragged them up above the bunker and burned them as much as he could before burying them in a shallow grave near a bunker exit. The bodies were found and apparently identified from Hitler’s dental records.

We walked a short distance on to the Holocaust memorial, and Jamie told us that while Germany had wanted a memorial to the Holocaust, it took a very long time to decide where to put it and how to represent it. The outcome was a series of concrete blocks built in a strictly linear grid, but on uneven ground. The effect is of both symmetry and chaos, which in a way echoes the symmetry of the extermination of the Jews and the chaos they felt in being forced from their homes and possessions. The idea is to walk into the blocks and feel disoriented and lost.

We walked further past the new British embassy into the big square (called Pariser Platz I now see) containing the Brandenburg Gate. It’s enormous and the square is full of tourists trying to take the perfect photo. Jamie told us about the Gate having been built by Napoleon when he conquered the city. Then it came to represent something else under the Soviets, and the Soviet flag flew there for many years. Now under reunification it stands for ‘unity’. When it became clear that the wall was coming down (which was just on the far side of the Gate incidentally), people congregated in the square and the Soviet flag was torn down and burnt. We ambled down the square. There was a man with a little wind-up organ and monkey which was very cute. There was also a strange man standing on a platform wearing Soviet uniform and waving a Soviet flag. All I can think is that it was a stunt designed only with the tourists in mind, because it would be in extremely poor taste otherwise.

We went through the Gate, facing down 17 June Street to the Winged Victory monument, then turned right and came around the back of the Reichstag. On the way we passed a memorial to the parliamentarians Hitler had had killed in the early 1930s when they refused to vote for him at gunpoint. After stopping in front of the Reichstag, Jamie pointed out the Swiss embassy, and a huge area that had been cleared to build an enormous Nazi building. The war had got in the way of actually getting around to building it, and in reality it was so big it would never have supported itself anyway. No one ever wanted to build on land so defiled, so much of it is still empty. Jamie told us that for the years under the Prussians, the Reichstag building was not put to much use, because each time the politicians came up with laws they were just vetoed by the Kaiser. After the First World War, the worldwide depression was blamed by the Germans on the forced advent of democracy in Germany, so they voted for any political party that didn’t stand for democracy, hence putting the Nazi party in power. Then in the early 30s, Hitler had the Reichstag burned out so parliament would have to sit elsewhere. The new place was also burned down and a clause was invoked that gave Hitler power as the Chancellor, and this was where he tried to force people to vote for him I think.

So the building was effectively a shell during the Second World War and its lead up, until the Russians conquered Berlin and waved their flag from the roof as a sign that it was retaken. Then in the divided Germany, the government were a puppet of Russia, and no great things happened in the Reichstag. In the 1980s, a parade was organised to mark the anniversary of the dividing of Germany, and Mikhail Gorbachev stood with the East German leader while he made a speech, looking noticeably bored and unhappy. This, along with the recent move to democracy of Hungary and Poland, made the people realise that communism was on its way out. A speech was made that accidentally announced that the East German people would be issued with passports, and there was a sudden rush to the unforewarned border guards. People were let through, but there’s a possibility that the whole thing was a mistake. The wall came down soon after. The way Jamie told it was very involving. That was the end of the tour

Rachel, Jake and I regrouped and worked out what we wanted to go back to and see from the walking tour. As we were thinking, someone suggested that we might as well think in the queue for the Reichstag, so we did. It took a long time for the queue to get inside, but we managed it by about 3pm. We were checked by security, and went up in a huge lift into the glass dome. It’s amazing, as is the mirrored structure inside it. The views from the top were great, and it was fun to walk up the ramp inside the dome. We saw some big rooms with chairs in them, but didn’t actually see parliament sitting. It’s unlikely that they would on a Saturday anyway.

I was keen to eat, and the others were keen to have a cuppa, so we went back out the funny secure doors, walked back under the Brandenburg Gate, and to the Holocaust memorial, stopping at a small cafe on the way. I got some bratwurst with a little bit of bread. It was getting dark, but we wanted to spend some time in the monument, and allocated ourselves 15 or so minutes until it got totally dark. I wanted very much to walk into a tall section of the monument and feel lost. I tried to take as many turns as I could, but I just couldn’t lose track of where I was or which way I was facing. It’s too hard when you can see the city around you. I was also worried about running into someone coming at me at right angles, as it was impossible to see.

We went into the museum, as it was open until 7.30. It was beautifully laid out – there was a good introductory room that dealt with the gradual loss of liberty across the countries and ended with the extermination in the camps. I didn’t realise that the gas used (at least at first) was actually exhaust carbon monoxide. I also didn’t realise that the plan seemed to escalate as time went on. Originally the idea was to just move all the Jews out of Germany, but this could have been propaganda anyway. Some rooms with really interesting lighting were dedicated to personalising the experience by describing families destroyed and people killed. I didn’t get emotional until I read a poem written by one of the survivors expressing the solidarity of the Jews even after such an abominable thing. After I walked out, I was subdued for quite some time. I needed to find a supermarket, and did so remarkably quickly, quite near the Peking Duck. I even understood the man when he asked me in German if I had twenty cents to make the change easier. I was quite proud.

We now needed somewhere to eat dinner and selected a nearby traditional-looking German restaurant. There was a lot of meat on the menu, but Rachel and Jake liked the look of it more than the other ones. I order a ‘souffle’ of pork and mushrooms and cheese and other good things. The pork was spectacular, but the souffle was more like a casserole (which was fine). I had a ginger ale with it that went down very well. There was a little roof over the bar that had lots of foreign currencies stuck to it.

Our next port of call was the Checkpoint Charlie Museum. We walked back up Niederkirchnerstraße and I was distracted by a hat hawking couple who didn’t seem to want me to walk away without buying some East German military hats. They were interesting, but I couldn’t really picture myself wearing them in public. We went into the museum and after a bit of confusion over whether they just wanted a donation to get in, paid €9.50 to go through the turnstile. It was a huge place, and had grown without much rhyme or reason. As they added to the collection, they didn’t group like things together or rearrange it to make it easier to digest. We waded through it all, and there were some great things, but there were duplications, and some junk. We were booted out when they closed without having seen everything. We weren’t allowed to take photos. Credit to them, they marked our tickets so we could go back the next day if we wanted.

We got the U-bahn from Stadtmitte back to the hostel. I changed my shoes and ditched the hat that I’d carried around for most of the day because it kept blowing off. We went back out and set off walking, in lieu of taking the U-bahn, to Rosenthaler Straße, to find the B flat jazz club. From the outside, it seemed as if the band were about to finish their gig. I thought it was impossible that they would charge us to go in so late, but they wanted €5. I didn’t really want to go in, but Jake paid for me and we found a seat and ordered drinks. I had an expensive vodka, lime and soda. The band consisted of drums, bass, piano and a strange-looking bald singer with rather unpleasant vibrato. We only got to hear about five songs, and the band finished. Rachel, Jake and I found a better table closer to the stage, and just sat and chatted for a while. The room was smoky and my contacts were giving me hell so it was a relief to go outside.

We went back to the hostel bar and because they couldn’t make Mojitos, I had the guy behind the bar make me a chocolaty drink with Baileys, Kahlua, Butterscotch Schnapps and milk. It was nice. Rachel ended up wanting the same thing, but they had no more Baileys. She had something similar. I went up to bed at 1.15am.

Friday, 12 January 2007

Berlin, day 1

The National Express was due to leave Cambridge at 4.20pm, and it left on time. I had been in the second seat behind the driver, but when the couple in the opposite front seat moved back, the couple in front of me moved over, so I moved forward. It was perfect. The traffic was hideous getting out of Cambridge but I had come to expect that. Strangely, the driver turned left into Regent Street instead of going straight through down Lensfield Rd. He then turned off at the station and I assumed he was doing another pick up. Turned out ‘someone’ had told him about a quicker way of getting out of Cambridge, and considering Station Road is a cul-de-sac, was a pretty stupid thing to do. It took us ages to get around the roundabout at the end of the street, then we turned left back onto Regent St and crossed over to Trumpington Road on Long Road. Even that had slow-moving traffic, so by the time we’d stopped at the Trumpington Park and Ride and got out to the M11, it was 5.20, which was when the bus was supposed to arrive at Stansted. Was not happy Jan!!!

Thankfully, we made very good time despite the bus being blown all over the road in very strong winds, and arrived at Stansted at 5.45. I had checked in online so only had to be at the gate at 6.15, so I had a chance of being there in time. All the same, I made haste. Thankfully security didn’t take long even though I had to have my liquids in 100ml bottles in a 20 x 20 cm plastic bag inspected and put my shoes through a separate x-ray machine. I made haste again to a rather distant gate.

The flight was late in boarding anyway, but at least I had priority boarding so I got on quickly by walking across the tarmac in the wind. The flight took off 25 minutes late but landed on time due to the horrendous tailwind. The flight was quite smooth but I had no music because my mp3 player had decided to go on strike. There were two Australians next to me, and a couple more behind me.

The flight landed at 10.30pm, and I made my way through passport control, found the train station, a ticket, and the right train (S9) easily. The train was quiet until about Treptower Park, and then more people got on. There were announcements in German, and a sign at the end of the carriage, so I had no trouble working out where to get off. I changed to the underground at Alexanderplatz (U2) after a bit of a walk, and went one stop north to Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz, arriving just after 11pm. I managed to leave Rosa-Luxemburg-Platz station by the wrong exit but found myself and the hostel, and Rachel and Jake (who I wasn’t expecting), fairly easily. The hostel was literally at the top of the stairs from the underground station. It was very nice – industrial funky and newish with a good bar, and we had a triple room to ourselves. It cost €25 a night, which I thought was great.

I was really hungry, not having found anything suitable to eat at the airport, and it turned out that Rachel and Jake had been waiting for me to go and eat themselves. We went to dinner at a restaurant/bar called ‘Courage’ that R and J had discovered the night before. It had a very diverse German/Italian/French menu – I had a giant chicken schnitzel and tomato with spaghetti. We went to bed around 2am.

Monday, 1 January 2007

Vienna to London

I woke up with a jolt at about 3.20am as I could see light through the curtains and thought I’d slept through the alarm. The light must have just been artificial. I had a bit of a lie-in and got out of bed at 3.45, had my horrid cup of tea and a shower. I had everything packed and ready at 4.35 and went downstairs to check out. I walked to the station with time to spare and found a code on the timetable for the 5.02 train that I couldn’t understand – a code A that mentioned a date in December and Easter Monday. The train never showed up, so I called the hotel to ask if I could still get a special €28 taxi fare to the airport as suggested on their website. They couldn’t help me as the phone line had been engaged for 3 hours, so I had to flag down an ordinary taxi. The guy was nice and said he’d take me to the airport for €35 (funf-und-dreizig). There was barely any traffic and we got there by 5.40, which was before the train could have arrived. I was very lucky.

I picked up my big bag from left luggage and checked in, getting a window seat. The girl at the check-in counter was nice. While I waited, I ate my doughnut and the only drink I could buy to take my travel sickness tablet was diet coke. Revolting! There was a nice man who I chatted to as we boarded too. He asked me if I’d had a good Silvester – that’s what they call NYE. We had to get a bus to the plane as it was far out on the tarmac and then walk up stairs to board. I had a row of three to myself, in a smallish plane. I felt very queasy very quickly as there was a horrid rolling motion. It passed and I concentrated, and felt better. Maybe the diet coke dissolved the tablet before it could take effect. The breakfast was awful, so I just had a cup of tea. It was great flying over England – we had a great view of Canterbury. We landed and disembarked at terminal 2, so I had to get a train to terminal 4 for the National Express connection. The bus was waiting for me when I got there. I suspect that the driver was only waiting because he was nice and that I very nearly missed it.