Berlin caters to every taste. Trying to sample all the good places in one night is just impossible. The other option is to find yet another monster-decorated bar, rest your head comfortably to the table and just let the atmosphere fill you up.
Now the trip is coming to an end, we're on a ferry, getting our stories straight & synchronized and wondering how long it will take the swelling to pass.
Let the before and after -pics (maybe coming later) be a warning to you about the satan of the booze (fin: viinanperkele).
Lots of time to do some calculations here. One impressive figure is 60 liters;
3 riding days in Croatia, maybe a total of 15 hours, consuming maybe something shy of a liter of water an hour. Say 12 liters. Multiply by number of Seagulls, you get 60.
That is the amount of sweat absorbed by our boots, leathers & helmets. In Croatia alone.
Now picture all that riding gear stuffed under the beds in our small, unventilated cabin on this ferry.
And maybe you should send a thank to the deity of your choice that you dont have to sleep in that cabin.
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