Flat plains drifter…Germany #15

It only takes a second visit to a new bar to establish you have a regular seat.Mine in my “ local” is outside where there are only two tables with six chairs at each.I was the only one there for a while then two women in their 30’s sat at the other table.We made small talk and they were from Paraguay,working here.As we spoke they sparked up huge fuck off cigars.It was like a Che Guevara wet dream…then two hairy blokes sat next to me,possible bikers,possible musos,possibly both.We didn’t talk much…

Two older women of about 75 then sat at the same table,they were riding council  mobility scooters,parked up,ordered huge cocktails  and continued to drink,smoke and laugh the night away.Finally my new Yamyam mate turned up and as he speaks German the two tables started to have a right good natter.Turned out to be  good night out of nothing special…the bar is one of those where you have to go inside after 10pm so as not to disturb the neighbours and as you can imagine the convo was getting louder & louder and as anyone who knows me will testify I can get unusually loud for a little fella.I try not to but can’t help it…das auslander waking the neighbours!

It pays to research and I didn’t.Went down to Kreuzberg with the intention of visiting my three favourite shithole little bars and making a night of it,despite dodging numerous showers and got there expecting Bar 11 to be open but knock me sideways it was closed and didn’t open for another two hours.I could have walked around but frankly couldn’t be arsed so grabbed a coffee somewhere and got a bus back to Wittenbergplatz…So tomorrow I will start out later to visit Bar 11,Madonna and,depending on how knackered I am,Wild at Heart…I will feel as though I’m cheating myself if I fail to visit my three favourite little shithole bars…I still feel odd calling “Madonna” bar in the singular even though that’s it’s name and it can also lead to lots of Carry On type double entendre…fnnnr fnnnr.

Got a fella in front of me in the bar I’m in who’s just come back from the bogs sniffing furiously and twitchy as fuck.At the moment he’s ringing people on his phone like mad just to talk to someone.I just hope he doesn’t turn round and want to talk to me! Saved! He’s just had a mate turn up.Phew…

Back to my “ local” and my seat’s been taken by bloody locals if you please .Bloody check.They clearly don’t know who I think I am…

Anyway a good night talking bollocks and today my only objective is to get coffee then head down to Kreuzberg for a session.Very nearly failed at the coffee thing.Waited ages outside a cafe whilst the waitress served loads of people around me.Eventually I stormed off in a huff and of course absolutely nobody noticed…found another place which undoubtedly has better coffee anyway…next stop Kreuzberg but not as early as yesterday…

My go to beer whilst in Germany is Weißbier.Have been in the country ten days now and yet to have one.No idea why.That will probably be rectified later on…

Until tomorrow then…