Then Gnoman Takes Berlin

I'd love to write something stirring or, at the very least, interesting...but it's just not in the cards tonight.

So I've roused Gnoman from his jet-lag and convinced him to do an entry instead.

They're all yours, man.


Nice. Thanks, Kayak. I really appreciate being yanked out of the middle of a sex dream with Petula Clark and plunked in front of your computer. Scotch. Now. The good stuff.

While he's pouring me (More!) a civilized pick-me up, I'll tell you about our trip to Berlin.


Upon landing in beautiful Berlin, we immediately immersed ourselves in the culture.


Mr. Gorbachev. TEAR DOWN THIS WALL!

Oh...he did? Good then. Let's move on.


East Berlin has the best crossing lights in the whole world.


So happy! Go for it, little guy!


Never let Kayak pick the rental.


Quite yer mopin' emo!


This cow says relax.


One of my many drinkin' holes across the globe.


Seconds after this picture was taken, I leveled Kayak with a sweet flying elbow-drop.


Tacheles. I thought it was an opium den, but it turned out to be one of the coolest artist spaces ever. Fuck!


Some famous Berlin bridge whose name I forget. Google it. First one to answer gets a beer on Kayak.


The Brandenburg Gate. Napoleon stole it. The Germans stole it back.


Jim wanted to dangle me out of a balcony of this hotel. I wanted to stab him. Here is the compromise.


10 Meters under this parking spot is Hitler's bunker. Hitler's new home is even further down.


Cool dog.


You are leaving the American Sector.


I took a course from Einstein at this University. Memories...


TV Tower.


Damn it! This is the second time I've been mauled by a bear on this damn trip!


One man hot dog stand!


Ground Control to Major Thomastekov...


Top of the Reichstag, Baby! Berlin's pretty at night.


Time to head to Amsterdam. They're fillin' up my ride as I speak.


So long, suckahs!



Gnoman out.