Well, after three transfers, five hot towels, six movies, thirty hours and one taxi, I’ve arrived in Berlin.
The nightscape resembles that of any modern city and, with the exception of cars on the opposite side of the road, strangely spelt words and heavy accents, I feel like I could have travelled all this way to visit another Australian city.
I expected more immediately noticeable difference; like my experiences in Asia I suppose. But rather than walking into extreme temperatures, foreign languages, swarms of people with strange mannerisms, I arrived to a quiet, calm, 18 degrees Celsius city where everyone speaks English. Although, I have to say, my shower experience was close to culture shock: push tabs, pull levers, twist coloured markers and still stone cold.
Oh well. I am tired and safe and in a warm dorm bed trying to ignore jet lag. Tomorrow, I will make friends with Berlin.