Berlin For New Years 2012

Stu with what would prove to be the first of many quirky cars around Berlin - and he wanted a photo with all of them.  Far be it for me to cease nurturing his weird obssession with motor vehicles...

Wow, my eternal search for the perfect statement frock is well and truly over.  Alson, move over Diego, there's a new mural genius on the block.

As the infamous MJ would say...

Oranienstrasse - or are we in Thailand? Authentic innit?

OMG.  Suddenly I'm 11 years old again.

Stu smells the unmistakable waft of BBQ'd wurst, and just like that, I've lost him.

Christmas markets, actual German Christmas markets!



I didn't want to be the one to point of to all the erstwhile shoppers that they were about 5 days late.  But perhaps they were just being incredible efficient... It wouldn't be the first time a German has been accused of efficiency.

Unter Den Linden and museum after museum.

A Trabant. Apparently.

The Jewish Museum.  A philosophical approach to a depressing history. Think beyond the tradgedies of the 20th century and learn about the tradgedies of 1000 years of persecution in Europe.  The architecture of the building, the interactive elements that sneak up on the unsuspecting, jaded museum-goer make this one a must-do.

Fireworks in Berlin - legally on sale for 3 days of the year = utter chaos on the streets.




Cold, but not as cold as we'd prepared for - my snow boots stood by the front door of our apartment everyday, just waiting to be used.  I cursed the additional room I could have spared in my suitcase for wurst.

Police Academy anyone?

Grease Lightening!  She's a real pussy wagon.

The devastation on New Years Day.  After falling into bed at 7am, grabbing 3 hours sleep, then packing up to head back to Scotland, these streets probably looked better than the insides of our heads.  But only just.