After a rather tiring weekend of cycling, bopping to German punk and the occasional/continual pint, it was a pleasure to drive the hour or so northeast from fun, noisy Dresden to Anja’s quiet village of Kreinitz, near Riesa. Germany is a beautiful country, and the plains of Saxony are no exception. The drive took us through golden fields, dark, dense forest, and a few tiny villages. Anja lives in a beautiful house by the Elbe, and has a pet rabbit named Becks (like the beer). Her parents don’t speak English, but we had an almost-conversation anyway.
Having slept the last few months in hostels, it was fantastic to have my own bed in a room without anyone snoring, and a hot, clean shower. A German breakfast in the morning left me almost completely recharged and ready to take on the rest of Europe.
I had a fantastic time in Dresden. I’m loving Germans and their food. German classics are OK, but I particularly like things that Germans have taken and made their own – currywurst and doner, in particular.
Consideration for cyclists is a (so far, unique) bonus, too.
Anyway, after a ridiculously short train journey, I’m now in Berlin. I emerged from the subterranean platform into the glittering glass edifice that is Berlin Hauptbahnhof, complete with (German) signs proudly proclaiming it the most modern train station in the world. I can believe that.
Luggage checked into storage, I set about exploring the city by foot before picking a hostel. My planned rendezvous didn’t work out so well due to some communication issues on my part, but I should be meeting up with a friend soon.
The Dresden gang:
