Berlin 1

A poem:

There once was a man who lived in a land of fjords,
His name was Robert Plummer.

And so it was that when Evan, John, and I arrived in Berlin the morning of June 25th, Plummer comma Robert arrived with a triumph into the Wombats lobby. Walking tour time! Not even Condi Rice blocking off the US embassy could stop this pain train.

After a short nap, and with a Viking in hand, we made our norway into the Berlin fanzone with twenty thousand other fans to watch Germany play Turkey. Did you know that Berlin has the largest population of Turks outside of Turkey? Not after this cagematch. And while all the street parties were going on, one John Stallcup stole the show by downing three different kinds of herring and a glass of salt water on our way back to the hostel.

And then the night ended. OR SO WE THOUGHT. But who should be in the hostel lobby when we arrived, waiting for us to go to the rooftop bar with him? Who came to the rooftop bar with us and immediately hit it off with a cute Australian and drank beer out of a pitcher late into the night? Who hunted us down from all over Europe to know we would be in Berlin at that exact moment, at that exact hostel? WHO I ASK YOU, WHO??

I will give five dollars to anyone who can tell me.*