BERLIN - 06/07/15 - Honeymoon - Day 10

A trying train trip to Germany...

Katie, Joey, Jay, David, Tyler and Dylan! xxx

An early rise saw us get to the train station to formally begin the inter-railing part of our honeymoon. We were off to an odd; our labelled coach did not at first seem to exist, but then we eventually found the number 'merged' with another coach.

Of course, this seemed to result in at least 50% of the passengers fighting for seats, but it turns out the crazy numbering system was right (somehow) and that actually the seat fighting was caused by backpackers without reservations fighting their way onto seats and squatting until the last possible moment. i.e. when you shoved your reservation paperwork into their face, conquering any faux language barriers, and the threat of calling the conductors would finally force them to seek seats elsewhere. You can't blame them for trying, but at the same time, folks had queued and paid a lot of money for somewhere to park their bum. This was our first taste of a mentality which would dog us for the entire trip; fighting for your own seats against backpackers taking-a-punt.

After squeezing into our train cabin, we had an hour or two before we were told we had to swap trains. So began a comedy of errors as 300 odd passengers were treated to a game of guess-the-platform. After galloping up and down the station 3 times, we were finally seated and I decided that we had earned a drink. Noticing that this train was meant to have a bar, I asked Hazel if she could go get some wheat beers.

"I can't" she said.
"Why not?"
"Because I'll get lost."
"Hazel; it's a train. There are two directions. Forwards and backwards. The bar is forwards, I keep seeing people coming back with beer. Off you go. You'll be fine."

Five minutes pass, and Hazel returns; without alcohol.

"I got stuck," she says, "behind a glass wall thing."
"A door?" I counter.
"No! I know what a door is."
"Well it isn't the end of the train is it? There must be something past this non-door-thing, else who is driving? We're not being pushed!"

Wearily, I get up and make my way to the mysterious glass obstacle, which turns out, was indeed a door... A quick haggle in pidgeon-german at the bar and I return with the beer.

This sort of set the tone for the rest of Germany; simple things made incredibly difficult; not entirely Germany or the trains fault, just as much Hazel and I getting used to going-mobile,not speaking the lingo or getting confused by doors.

We eventually arrived; late. We got the train instead of a tram, and so arrived at our hotel; late. We wanted food, but went to the only thing open that late, a pizzeria. However, they did do the fabled wheat beer, and our hotel was gorgeous. So much so, that if we ever go back, I'd stay there again in a heartbeat.

All in all a tiring day, but well worth it. No pain, no gain, and all part of what we signed up for.