Sgt. Major (Berlin, Germany, part 3)

The overnight rain had cleared to a beautiful morning as we prepared to hit the Big Bus again for day two of our 48 hr tickets, prior to the guided walking tour from Brandenburg Gate, commencing at 2pm (English). In a counter intuitive move, we did not start at the beginning. Instead, my dear reader, we chose the third stop as the place to board the bus.

The canal behind the Dom.

The early morning walk there took us past the overly populated tourist spots that I wanted to re-photograph with the 10mm lens. Life starts late here and we were wandering before 9 am. Photographs taken, sans people, we walked down Unter den Linden to the bus stop. Aside from the joggers, who are in viral proportions, the most amusing sight was someone who had just woken from the night before.

The Dom in the early morning.

Rising from a bench or the gutter, I couldn't be sure, he appeared as if from nowhere. He staggered onto the road, annoying cyclists. Fortunately there were few cars. He had trouble walking a straight line and staying vertical so clearly he couldn't walk home. Then he spied a rideshare step-through scooter. He righted it after he fell over it, trying to straddle the seat. The next attempt was to move it into the traffic. Unsuccessfully. He managed to turn on the lights and found the horn, but sadly that was the extent of it as, keeping to our predetermined timeline, we moved out of sight.

Humboldt Forum.

Despite our dawdling pace and regular stops for photo ops, we arrived at the bus stop quite early. Coffee time. One of the best things about Europe, real Europe, not England, is that they understand coffee. They still haven't mastered the 'long black', and no, an Americano is not the same, but a double espresso is reliably the way to start the day.

Not even the 10mm lens could capture all of this museum.

Caffeine levels restored, we returned to the bus stop. We boarded and went upstairs and found the top had been rolled back to allow people to enjoy the sunshine. And, for those from the shallow end of the gene pool, to stand up while the bus was moving. Disappointingly, he didn't lose his head as we passed under a bridge.

It was quiet everywhere.

Our first hop-off destination was the Victory Column for a photo shoot, given that the day before, with the bus roof on, we had not been able to glimpse the top of the iconic landmark. The pillar stands in the centre of a roundabout. The column stands on a plinth that commemorates the 19th century German victory against Prussia and others. On top of it gleams a golden statue of Winged Victory, aka Elsa to the locals. Not the one from Frozen. There are major roads on five sides with parkland between two of the intersecting roads. I was keen to walk from here through the park to our next planned stop but time did not allow such an indulgence. Once again we were, at times, surrounded by and distracted by gung-ho joggings groups. What is wrong with these people? Do they have no respect for their knees? They'll understand when they're my age.

King Friedrich II surveying his realm.

The bus arrived. Love the app watching where they are on the route. We journeyed to the next stop which was the Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church. It caught my eye yesterday and didn't look much more than a remnant spire - another casualty when WWII bombers destroyed so much of the major cities of Germany. Slated for demolition, the people rallied against the government and ensured its survival as a dedicated monument to peace. They also built an alternative church on the same block. It is significant because of its construction. It is quite a remarkable space.

The Victory Column.

There was a beggar/busker sitting against the pedestrian wall outside the church, singing her heart out. She wasn't a young woman and she had quite a good voice. I had no idea what she was singing but the acoustics were excellent given it was outdoors.

The park behind the column.

This was one of the 15 minute bus stops so we scuttled back to the bus and resumed our seats, excited to think we had accomplished so much in a short space of time. Yeah, nah. We then sat on the bus for 10 minutes before it moved.

Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church

The ceiling in the church.

Next stop was number 14. The Topography of Terror. It is a museum on the site of the HQ for the Gestapo and Secret Police (SS) to remind people of what they did during the reign of Hitler. There was a QR code audio guide which we downloaded. Not long into our exploration, it became very obvious we were not going to get through it today. We had to be at the Brandenburg Gate at 2 pm for our walking tour.

Inside the new church.

There were five chapters to the audio guide that each had up to six separate commentaries. Basically it was a history of the Gestapo/SS and their involvement in German politics, the subsequent the war and the life and terrorisation of the German people. In an age of 'fake news' and politicians lying to attain power, this is quite a powerful exhibition. Complacency in Australia is the norm, but it is all too easy to see how a nation was blinded and went down the wrong path. One word, Murdoch.

Brandenburg Gate.

We left the indoor Topography of Terror without even looking at the outdoor exhibition that runs along another purposely preserved section of the Berlin Wall (no artwork here) and determined we would need to return tomorrow, under our own steam, to complete what we had started. We then headed towards the Brandenburg Gate where the bus had stopped this morning. For some, as yet unknown reason, the bus route differed from yesterday. There was a Big Bus representative where we had stopped this morning. He directed us through the Gate and around the corner to a restaurant decked out with lights where we would find Freddie, our guide for the walking tour.

Oh, look, free entry. How absolutely unappealing.

Once again the Big Bus people were spot on. We found the restaurant, the Big Bus sign and Freddie, lurking a few metres away, having his last puff before the tour starts. Like Scandinavia, smoking is such a popular thing. It's like stepping back 50 years in history.

As we passed through the gates, the reason for the altered bus route, the crowds and the inordinate number of joggers became clear. The 2024 Berlin Half Marathon. Free entry, if you can afford the plane fare and accommodation. (Come on Vikki what are you waiting for?)

At the appointed hour, Freddie emerged from his resting place and introduced himself to the growing number of people waiting for the English-speaking tour. He is not, unsurprisingly, German. The accent is pure Londoner, although, he hastens to add, he has lived here since well before the wall fell. Also confessed his past livelihood in the British armed forces. Given his subsequent tour performance, I'm backing him in as a Sergeant. Which brings us to today's title Sgt. Major a hidden track from Jet's Get Born album of 2003.

Even the bridges get statues and fancy lights.

The tour took us past the Brandenburg precinct, through the Jewish Holocaust sculpture memorial, past the site of Hitler's bunker (now a carpark), pausing at the site of the GDR June 17 massacre of protesters (Germany's Tiananmen Square), back to the Topography of Terror exhibition with the remnants of Berlin Wall, and then over to finish at Checkpoint Charlie, central to one of the Cold War major stand offs.

The holocaust memorial.

The sites were indeed all iconic historic places, worthy of visitation and reflection (as much as was possible amid the throng of tourists) and the detail about each stop was impressive. However, Freddie's delivery was more akin to a sergeant-major yelling at his troops. Every now and then in his scripted monologue he would yell parts of it. It caused people to jump on occasion but did little to add to the import of the information he was trying to impart. In fact, it detracted from the tour, imho.

The car park above the site of Hitler's former bunker.

The walking tour concluded very close to the time the last Big Bus was coming through Checkpoint Charlie, so we didn't have to wait long before our chariot took us back to the home precinct and stop 17.

It was time for some well earned beers and a late lunch/early dinner. Straight to Mio. On the way across the platz we noticed large groups of people were gathered in a couple of different places. There were spectators and participants engaged in what looked like ballroom dancing. I've wandered many parks across the world but have never witnessed a scene such as this.

There are bears everywhere. It's the symbol of Berlin.

Across the platz, there was a march and demonstration happening. A march for a free Palestine. Given the political powers at play, I can't see that happening, no matter how important or deserved it may be. Then again, the Berlin Wall was supposed to stand forever too.

We were escorted to our table in Mio and were enjoying our beer when a young male Brit walked in wearing a bright yellow dress and a sunflower headpiece. I mean each to their own. I wasn't judging, but not everyone can wear yellow. He was among that number. It turned out to be a buck's party. Later in the day he was only allowed to walk backwards. We witnessed one trip to the bathroom and remarked on how unwell he looked. I hope someone was looking after him because he had passed the point of no return.

What a day in Berlin. Saturday had something for everyone. Even us. We went home to watch the Curling World Championship. Go Sweden.

Until next time.

Wind of Change (Berlin, Germany, part 2)

We breakfasted at home again.  The domestic bliss of an apartment hotel. It's not quite a hotel, nor is it AirBnB, it is somewhere in between. Our studio apartment gets cleaned every third day. On other days there is no need to be concerned by an untimely knock at the door.

The Old Museum from the bus.

After yesterday's rain and the overnight storm, we ventured out into sunshine. Exciting. A short walk to the Hop-on Hop-off bus stop, number 17. It is actually the end of the route but the sales dude said we could get on there. So, we did. And there we sat. We could have walked to stop 1 and commenced with the first bus of the day.

A statue on museum island bridge.

As the first bus departed from stop 1, we left our resting place and drove to the starting position and there we sat for another 15 minutes. Insider knowledge or more astute questioning would have resolved this issue. Regardless, we were seated and comfortable on the top deck of the bus. We could open the windows but the top remained closed for the duration.

Brandenburg Gate like we'll never see it again.

This journey, the Red Route, occupies around 2 and a half hours. There are a couple of 15 minutes respites so if you are quick enough you can get the perfect photo and resume the tour on the same bus. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be snapping photos from onboard, so there are fewer photos than expected. However, it was meant to be a sightseeing expedition so we could determine what to visit (and hop off at) again tomorrow.

The Reichstag.

We passed many major sights including: Alexanderplatz, Berliner Dom, Humboldt University, Brandenburg Gate, Reichstag, Central Station, Schloss Bellevue Palace, the Victory Column, Potsdamer Platz, Berliner Mauer, Checkpoint Charlie, and back to the Rathaus. There were obviously other things in between, shopping centres, churches, you get the drift, my dear reader.

Gendarmenmarkt I think. Be fair, I was on a bus.

Happily, this time the bus continued straight back to stop 1 where we would pick up the Blue Route bus that ventured into what was East Berlin and the sections of the wall we wanted to see. In a stroke of timing genius, our next bus was waiting for us. Ok, maybe they match schedules.

That is a real sized replica Sputnik.

There wasn't a lot to see on the second route, at least not from the bus window. We were taken down the grand boulevarde that was initially built so the GDR could hold the obligatory marching displays. It is now called Karl-Marx-Allee.  After sailing through the area renown for the most exclusive nightclubs in Germany, we alighted at stop 3, the East Side Gallery. After a detour to photograph the "most beautiful bridge in Berlin", we returned to the wall. It is a 1.3 km preserved stretch of the wall that has murals almost the entire length. Some are more estoric than others and it probably warrants some enterprising millenial to create a startup that hires out audio guides explaining each mural.

Can't see the fuss really.

There were, of course, the usual vacuous, look-at-me, selfie takers. Or in one instance, a boyfriend who must have been at photo 6 of his girlfriend behind the gate in the wall. I don't know how high the number of aborted photos went because I walked away, tired of waiting to take a photo of the gate without her self-absorbed personage obscuring the real shot. I hope the sex was worth it. She was hard work.

Only here to match the text above.

We continued down the street side of the wall until the end and then went toward the river to stroll down the inside. The side of the wall that was facing West Berlin is covered in graffiti, as opposed to art. There is a pleasant grassed area, a walkway covered by flowering (at the moment) crab apple trees, bordered by the river. As the sun was shining, the area, originally known as the 'Death Strip', was being enjoyed by locals and tourists.

The beginning.

Back at the commencement of this section of the wall, I checked the Big Bus app to for the whereabouts of our transport back to Alexanderplatz. We watched as the bus left the stop while we were stranded on the opposite side of the road. There was only thing left to do. Beer. We sat in the sun near the stadium that will shortly host the Laver Cup (Europe against the world). Almost like being back home seeing Rod's name up in lights.

The famous mural. Who is tonguing whom?

Tracking a bus via an app in real time means no stressing about when to finish a beer. Nice. Beer enjoyed, ok maybe I had two, we strolled back to the bus stop and returned to Alexanderplatz. The clouds were beginning to look threatening but we were safely home before the obligatory storm arrived.

The French have such a way with words.

Over a glass of wine, we planned the next day's outing. A reasonably early start to get back on the bus and again travel the red route to actually hop off and hop back on after we have had time to explore and take photos.

I like the sentiment of this one.

That bridge again.

The title song, Wind of Change was really a no brainer for this post, although Jayne wanted some song by David Hasselhoff, whoever he is. Back to reality. The Scorpions, a long lived German band had their biggest hit in their twilight. Rather fitting, it was also the twilight of the division in Berlin. Physical at least.

A lovely spring day.

Until next time.