BERLIN.

The Broken City where the music never stops.

Captains Log Day 10 – 12/01/145:49pm. Location: Flight AB8900

A Mashup of events has started to occur, a continuum of things have
happened, the timeline is starting to resemble Mums spaghetti. Sitting on a
twin propeller plane once again I try use technology to aid me piece together
Das Germany.

Berlin. The Wall. The History. The most Hardcore clubbing scene in the
world.

This city is a contrast of Modern vs. Historical, Old vs New, Staple vs
Random with an emphasis on how these can work synchronously. The architecture
gives you a deep feeling of admiration and overwhelms, whilst the modern art
and ‘funkiness’ of the city gives a Melbourne feel. What ties this all together
is the dark history and a repressed past (at one point 70% of the city was non
existent due to bombings) – a war torn country which has been cut deep every
time it starts to heal.

Visiting attractions like the Brandenburg gate, the Bundstag and
Alexanderplatz highlight the sheer size and amazing architecture of this city,
at that point my Co-Captain pats another horse.

The historical eye openers such as Checkpoint Charlie gave a depressing
look into the war time atrocities it endured.

Then Night falls and the echos of drum and bass music whistle through
the entire city, although no long lines or flashy clubs can be seen. We are to
later discover that this is due to pop up clubs, places that are something
different by day and when the sun goes down they metamorphosis into something
where wild things live. At the top of this entertainment food chain is the
Berghain. A 24 hour Club that is set up in a abandoned power station. Known as
one of the best clubs in Europe – This is a Gay Club where the most imaginative
things can happen, whether it’s men requesting to watch you while you pee or
the mysterious ‘Dark Rooms’ which we don’t speak about. Unfortunately/
fortunately we had been knocked back from this venue. We carried on heading to
find Matrix Club, after a sneaky abs messy pre drink session, everything became
game. Many friends from around the world were made. The club had 3 dance floors
one of which are covered by a CoCaptains sea sickness. With a heap of missing
scenes life went on. Painfully… After a blur of a night out it and a long
recovery including sleeping till 5pm it was time to make the most of our final
night. Shuddering we had our first few drinks. This the turns into a game of
‘let’s work down the cocktail list’ 12 cocktails later things are on heat
again! What follows includes finding 2 random locals, making friends, following
them to a random Salsa club, a bus ride 30 minutes out of the city… 4 Dance
floors, double shots, dancing on broken glass, borderline punch-on and a heap
of dancing later – 6 am struck n we decided to leave.. We head to a bakery and
decide bread is the cure to a ailment we don’t yet know – a sneaky 6 am beer
goes down like a bag full of stones. Check out was a mere 4 hours away… We
crawled into bed. It was time to leave Berlin. Red eyes we cleaned the room. It
was time to say goodbye to a city with so much and so much lost.

BERLIN: The Broken City where the music never stops.