Day 5 - Hey Hilter - where the bloody hell are you?

This was another title that I originally thought of back in Oz that I thought was witty, but on reflection is a bit ockerfied.

However it does reflect the theme for today in what has happen to old Berlin. I was here 30 years ago (pre unification) and maybe it was the times I had then as opposed to now, but Berlin seems to have lost a bit of its edge. It still has the grungy urban cool in some parts, but it is now much more a stark modernist city that has a certain blandness when applied across the bigger city. It is a city that Le Corbusier would have dreamed of. Nothing wrong with this and it does have some wonderful architecture, but the bocks are big and attempts at civic spaces are massive in scale, but don’t work that well on a human scale. However, nothing stays the same and I am quickly learning that I am no longer 25 years old what I did in my backpacker days no longer works so easily.

Spend most of the day walking walking walking. 10 hours in total and my feet feel it. Walked around Friedrichshain, Mitte and Museum Island and spent 4 hours in the German History Museum. So I am knackered.