The biggest party in Europe - Days 2 and 3

Our second day in Berlin started slowly. I was still feeling under the weather, although there was a definite improvement on the night before. We decided to go for a bit of a walk, first to see the Sony Centre (which we have to do in every city, of course), the Gallery of Contemporary Art and to have a better look at some of the things Maria had pointed out to us the day before. We got the train to save on energy and although it took us a little while to find the Sony Centre, we did eventually, much to our disappointment. It was less a Sony Centre and more a collection of buildings (owned by Sony, I assume) with a courtyard in the middle. There was a Sony shop but it wasn’t really a showroom to display all their technology (like we’d been to in Japan), it really was just a shop. The coolest thing about the Sony Centre ended up being Legoland. Not that we visited it, but there were some interesting sculptures around made entirely out of Lego. There was also an ‘Australian’ café there which had items on the menu like ‘Gold Coast Salad’. We were almost tempted to visit, but not really. The crepes and German sausages were far more irresistible.

Outside Legoland. The people standing next to it give you an idea of how big and impressive this plastic giraffe is.

We went back to the Jewish Memorial to visit the information centre, but it was shut. Then we half-tried to find the Topography of Terror, but failed. Then we really tried to find the Gallery, and completely failed. We went round and round in circles and eventually gave up. I was still not 100% so we admitted defeat and returned to our hotel room, via the supermarket again to pick up some lunch things. I remember a short, restless nap in the hotel and then Jude and Dave arrived to start off our New Year’s Eve. They seemed to think it was hilarious that we were in bed at 3.30 in the afternoon. Although we’d planned to have pink champagne and nibbles, due to illness it turned into some nibbles while Toby and I got ourselves out of bed and ready to hit the town. Jude and Dave had had a more productive day than us, including a visit to the Pergamon Museum and a trip back to the chocolate shop we’d seen the day before – they had been kind enough to buy us a box of chocolates as a thankyou for hosting them over Christmas, and I can say very confidently that the royals chose their chocolatiers very well. They were exquisite. It was extra fun trying them because the box was all in German (of course) and so you couldn’t really figure out what the flavourings were.

A random Berlin bear. These things were everywhere, all done up differently. The strangest one was one we passed on our first day. We referred to it as the Slutty Bear.

When Toby and I were finally ready, we got the train into Potsdamer Platz and headed towards the Brandenburg Gate, via the Sony Centre so we could show Jude and Dave the Lego sculptures and people flying down a ‘snow’ slope in rubber rings (it was hilarious). We had to pass a few guys who were letting off fireworks in the street just near the entrance to the Brandenburg Gate area, but there were lots of signs saying you couldn’t take fireworks into the party so we weren’t too worried. It felt a lot like your average show back home, with lots of food and drink stalls and a big stage in front of the Brandenburg Gate.

The big stage. One of the most annoying things about the night was that it was a 'live broadcast', so we had to listen to (and watch) commercials in between all the songs. Grrr.

Because we spent 6 hours there and the same sort of thing kept happening, I will use dot points to describe our New Year’s Eve.

• We saw the same bands performing over and over again.
• Those bands were not very good.
• We had never heard of any of them, although we’d seen Lemon Ice on MTV that afternoon.
• We didn’t know any of the songs. You would like for a big event like New Year’s Eve, you would want to play party anthems everybody knows. But no.
• We ate half metre bratwursts (well, Dave and I did anyway). Unfortunately they actually folded it in half to fit it into the roll, so it didn’t look as impressive as it should have.
• It was really, really cold.
• There was nowhere to sit.
• Jude and I went to get a cup of tea and they gave us chamomile. Weird.
• Toby bought a big gingerbread shaped like a heart.
• After a while, we were sick of standing around in the cold listening to the same bands and thought we could go elsewhere and return later. But by that time there was a long line to get into the area, so we stayed.
• I had my first experience with a portaloo (I have always been too scared before).
• Unfortunately there was no Kenny to be seen (and it cost me 20 cents).
• It was really, really cold.
• There was nowhere to sit.
• The crowd was very well behaved with very few obnoxious drunks or punk ass pre-pubescents.

At midnight we listened to everyone else count down in German and then got to see the most amazing fireworks I have ever seen. So all that standing around in the cold wishing I could drink alcohol was worth it in the end, even if they chose some odd songs to play with the fireworks (like Timbaland’s ‘Apologise’) which did not improve the party atmosphere.

Toby and his manly gingerbread.

Jude & Dave being all cute and keeping warm.

Once the fireworks were over we joined the hordes of people swarming out of the party down towards Potsdamer Platz, and that was where things got really interesting. It may have been well behaved at the Gate, but the streets were full of drunken yobs letting off fireworks. And not just the little baby fireworks we have at home on the Queen’s birthday, but full-on, should-never-be-let-off-by-a-drunken-amateur fireworks. The streets were full of smoke and broken glass and people trying to get home and other people trying to stop them by exploding things. It felt like a warzone, what with the sirens and smoke and what-not. We couldn’t believe it, coming from such a civilised celebration to what felt like something you would see on TV as an example of poorly considered cultural traditions. We had been planning on avoiding the trains and walking back to our hotels instead but with the streets in that condition we decided we’d be safer on the trains. We skipped the first train and the one we got on a few minutes later was very calm and not at all crowded, so that was a good decision. I think we were all a bit shaken by what we’d just walked through, as we hadn’t been at all prepared for that. The train was where we said goodbye to Jude and Dave, as the next day they were heading off to Frankfurt to fly back to Oz.

When we got off the train near our hotel there were still some groups of punks around letting off more fireworks but we got back to our room without losing any eyes or limbs and got to sleep easily. Needless to say it was a strange way to end New Year’s Eve and I think Garema Place will be looking very tame from now on.

The next morning we slept late and while we were getting ready to leave it started snowing. Properly snowing. We tried not to think about what it would mean if our flight was delayed or cancelled, and instead headed off to see the biggest shopping mall in continental Europe, famous for its 6-floor food court. The plan was to walk around, buy something German, have a nice lunch, and get the train to the airport. Unfortunately our plan was foiled because the mall was closed. We wandered up the road with the rest of the confused tourists and ended up seeing a church, which was partially destroyed in the war and had been left that way as a reminder, similar to the Peace Dome in Hiroshima. Underneath the church were some Christmas markets so we browsed through there for a while and then stopped for another bratwurst for lunch. Even though German sausage has to be one of the best things about visiting Germany, we both agreed that we wouldn’t be eating sausages for a while after this trip.

Kaiser Wilhelm Memorial Church, partially destroyed.

It was still snowing but we got the train to the airport anyway and amazingly enough our flight wasn’t even delayed. We got into Glasgow around 5pm, and that was when the real fun started.

I knew there was a bus that went from Glasgow to Edinburgh but given the lack of information at the airport about it, we decided an easier and quicker way for us to get home would be to get the bus into Glasgow’s train station, then the train home. All up it should take two hours, we reasoned. We managed to get the bus into Glasgow and were dropped off at Central Station. Which was shut, completely. So we walked the ten minutes to the other train station, on Queen St., in case the trains were only running from there as well. This one was also shut. Things were not looking up. There was a security guard there who helpfully told us there were no trains running, but ‘maybe’ there would be a bus. For some reason, instead of asking where the bus station was, we thanked him and walked away and spent the next half hour or more trying to find the bus station. Our alternatives were not tempting: a taxi ride, which would cost 100 pounds or more, if we managed to find someone to take us, or a hotel room for the night which would probably cost the same, and come morning we’d still be in the same predicament. The bus station, when we eventually found it, was almost deserted and we were not hopeful. By this time it was 7pm and we were hungry and annoyed at the Scots who take their public holidays so very seriously. Luckily there was one more bus leaving for Edinburgh that night, at 8pm, so we bought expensive tickets and then went to a bar next door. Even though we were both still fighting our flu, we couldn’t resist and got a wine and a Guinness, and shared a pizza as well. It was one of those nights.

Toby on the train to Berlin airport. Note the filthy jeans of the man passed out on the seat behind us. I have no idea what he could have done to get so dirty, but it's nice to know that treasured sights like unconscious people riding public transport on New Year's Day can be found anywhere in the world.

I got lucky on the bus and found a seat where someone had left a trashy magazine, so the 90 minute trip flew by for me. Toby was not so lucky. We got into Edinburgh around 9:30pm, and unlike Glasgow, it was hardly a ghost town at all. There was plenty going on, and even better, the local buses were running and we only had to wait a few minutes before one came along to take us home. The fun wasn’t quite over though, and when the bus stopped and no one got off, the driver obviously decided to ignore all other requests to stop and finally dropped us off 4 stops later than we needed. So, finally, about five hours after arriving at an airport 45 minutes away, we were home.

After that beginning, 2008 has proceeded fairly quietly. Toby returned to work on 3 January (the 2nd is also a public holiday here) and I had 3 interviews lined up. The first was for a job I was really keen on, and luckily I got it so I started on 7 January and didn't have to go through any more interviews. I am working in the NHS Education for Scotland, in the psychology assessment team, which is clearly up my alley. I’m an administration assistant for a project they’re working on to look at how psych trainees are assessed during their placements. The people are nice, I finally have internet and email access, and best of all it’s less than 10 minutes’ walk from home. The position is meant to last for a month but the team is hoping they will be able to continue it for a few more months, which would suit me. Our current projects include planning trips to Prague and Turkey, looking forward to visits from parents, and making arrangements for our final holiday before heading home. Until then it’s a matter of coping with the dark, cold weather through lots of movies, trips to the pub, and Wii games. (And yes it is dark - very - and cold - we even had snow last week. Proper snow.)

The biggest party in Europe - Day 1

After our week of Christmas fun it was off to Berlin for the biggest New Year's Eve party in Europe (apparently). The adventure began at 5:30 am, and we drove (well Toby drove, the rest of us slept) our little hire car in the dark to Glasgow airport, which was surprisingly busy for such an ungodly hour. It was our first time at Glasgow airport, the security there is quite tight but also very professional, I suppose after their little "incident" last year. Our flight left a bit after 9am and we got into Berlin around lunchtime. Of course, flying EasyJet meant we didn't actually arrive in Berlin but rather Schonefeld airport, a good 40 minutes away by train. Apparently there exists some "airport express" train, but we never figured out where it was and in the end nearly managed to miss the local train anyway. The first thing we noticed about Berlin on the way into the city was the graffiti; it was everywhere, to the point where sometimes it was downright impressive. "How on earth did they get all the way up there?" we'd say. I hope there were no punks around to hear us and think we were condoning their activities.

We got out at a station in the city which was roughly a 30 minute walk to our hotel; Jude and Dave's hostel was a bit further down the road so after stopping at a sandwich shop in the train station for lunch we said our goodbyes. After a week with such a full house, nocturnal guests and Toby having the flu, we were both ready for a good sleep in a decent bed. We found the hotel without too many problems; it was a Novotel on the edge of the Mitte district ("Mitte" means "middle", so you can guess where we were). To get there we walked down Under den Linten and some other major shopping strips, full of beautiful things. The hotel itself wasn't in a particulalrly inspiring area; mainly office buildings and apartments, although it was near the water and had a few shops in the building. Our room was huge, and the bed was massive although the bathroom had us a little confused. Were we in prison?

Our prison-esque shower.

We rested up in our room and then ventured all the way downstairs to the supermarket in the same building, to stock up on dinner and breakfast supplies. Then we rushed back to our room and spent the rest of the night there. Yes, we are lame. But it was so good, and exactly what we needed.

The view from our hotel window.

The next morning after breakfast we headed towards the Brandenburg Gate, where we were meeting Jude and Dave and about 100 other people for a walking tour. The tour had been recommended to us by two different people as a 'must do' in Berlin, and since we don't normally do things like that and didn't really know what we wanted to do in Berlin, and it was free, we figured it was a good idea. When we arrived at the meeting place - 'in front of the Starbucks' - it was so packed of people we started wondering if we'd made a mistake. But it turned out there were lots of tours running from that spot, organised by the same company. There were tours in other languages and also a couple that were going out to the concentration camp. If we'd had more time in Berlin I would have liked to do one of those, but maybe next time. So once all the tours had been split up, we ended up in a group of around 15, led by Maria, a Swedish-Japanese former model who'd ended up in Berlin after falling in love with a German rock star (so she said). She wasn't with the rock star anymore but she really loved Berlin and was very enthusiastic about it. We'd been warned by Ali's friend Kat over Christmas to try and not get the American guy on the tour, so we considered ourselves lucky to have Maria.

The Brandenburg Gate, with all the tourists.

The tour started in the square we were already standing in, Parisier Platz, and then moved out onto the road for a 'History of Berlin in 10 minutes' talk.

The Hotel Adlon, famous not for its $20,000/night Presidential Suite but for the fact that this is where Michael Jackon dangled his baby out the window.

We continued down the road to the new Jewish Memorial, which is basically a collection of concrete blocks in a big square. Maria pointed out that, unlike the rest of Berlin's concrete, the memorial blocks were remarkably graffiti-free: they have been treated with some anti-graffiti chemical to keep them clean. Apparently the company that makes this chemical was also involved in supplying gas to the Nazis during the Holocaust; I guess this is a way for them to make some small amends. Berlin is full of contradictions like that, it is a city that is simultaneously trying to show atonement for past sins while also moving on and creating a wonderful place to live and visit. I think it's a difficult balance to find.

The double brick line showing where the Berlin Wall stood.

Inside the Jewish Memorial

Looking across the Memorial.

After walking through the memorial we walked a little further until we were on a normal residential street surrounded by the Communist apartments. It was then Maria told us we were currently standing on what remained of Hitler's bunker. It has been all filled in and for years there was nothing to mark the spot, but apparently during the 2006 World Cup the locals got so sick of tourists asking them where the bunker was that a sign has been put up over the road. I didn't see anyone in the group taking photos of the corner; it was surprisingly easy to agree that there was no reason to pay attention to that one corner and its stories.

The apartments near Hitler's bunker. Apparently they were built by the Communists to prove to West Berlin how good the Eastern Berliners had it.

We walked past the old air force building (surprisingly left intact during the war; apparently Britain's was also left intact, curiously) and the memorial out the front which was dedicated to the hundreds of East Germans who had been shot or injured (never to be seen again) in that spot one day in the early 1950s, when they were protesting for their human rights. For some reason Berlin has now decided to put the tax office in that building; strange sense of humour, the Germans.

Memorial to the East Berlin protestors.

East Berlin's answer to VW. Sort of.

We walked past some other buildings where you could still see the bullet holes in the wall and then we got to a corner where part of the Berlin Wall was still standing. It is not as huge or menacing as you might imagine but Maria told us how it would have been covered with barbed wire, and in the 'death strip' between the walls (I'd never realised there was actually two walls) there would be booby traps and guard dogs and a watch tour every 100 metres or so. Really, really frightening stuff to think that this was happening just 20 years ago. Near the Wall was the bunker where the Gestapo had undertaken interrogations and executions; it is now a museum called the 'Topography of Terror' which is probably apt.

The Berlin Wall.


The Topography of Terror.

From there we walked down to Checkpoint Charlie, which is not named after some guy called Charlie, but rather was the 3rd checkpoint in Berlin ('charlie' is the 3rd letter of the US army's alphabet). Maria called it Disneyland, and I can see what she meant; it was so packed full of people and souvenir shops and guys dressed in mock guard uniforms that it was hard to pay attention to what was there. One of the funniest things I heard from Maria was that in this intersection, the KGB had their offices in the building on one corner, and the CIA had their offices in the building diagonally opposite. There was a cafe on the ground floor of the CIA building that was a famous place for spies to do their business; the guy who wrote James Bbond got the idea from this cafe. I don't know if the KGB or the CIA realised how funny it was to have their headquarters within tin-can-connected-by-string range, but that's war for you. I'm sure Joseph Heller would have appreciated the irony. Maria had some other great stories about people who managed to get through the checkpoints, before it became impossible to do so. Checkpoint Charlie was our lunch break; we took Maria's advice and got doner kebabs which we ate on the street, trying not to get bowled over by all the other tourists following Maria's advice.

Me & Jude on our lunch break.

Checkpoint Charlie.

Toby, Dave & Jude on the lunch break.

After lunch Maria took us down the big shopping street again, talking about Berlin's Golden 20s age when that one street had hundreds of cabarets, nightclubs and brothels, and the kind of energy that would have been in the city at the time. When the Nazis came to power they got rid of everything except the prostitutes. Go figure. We also went past the famous chocolate shop, who used to make chocolate for the royal family. They had amazing models of Berlin landmarks in the window, and one of the Titanic as well.

Mmmm...100 kilograms of chocolate.

We walked to Gendarmenmarkt, where the French and German cathedrals stand and where there was a big Christmas market set up, then to the famous square where the Nazis burned the books. There is a memorial there too, an underground room with enough bookshelves to hold 20 thousand books - that's how many were burned in that square. Both lecturers and students of Humboldt university which borders the square had helped the soldiers empty the libraries (although they didn't really have much choice about it); the university now has a second hand book sale outside the main building, with all proceeds going to charity. Another small, symbolic gesture.

The square where the book burning took place.

The underground library.

After the square we went to Museum island and visited the war memorial. It's just a single room, with a sculpture in the middle. The ashes of a Holocaust victim and a soldier rest beneath the sculpture; apparently it's quite controversial to have them both there. The sculptor was a local Berlin artist whose name I have forgotten; her son was 16 when World War I broke out and begged her to let him join the army. She eventually gave in and he died fighting for Germany. After that, she and her other son moved elsewhere (Belgium I think); he died in World War II, fighting against Germany.

The War Memorial.

After the War Memorial we walked further up the island to see the Berlin Cathedral, and Maria sat us on the steps of the Alte Museum, overlooking the big park, for the grand finale of her tour - the story of the fall of the Berlin Wall. It was a very entertaining story, and I saw other tourists stopping to catch a glimpse of Maria pretending to be an incompetent East German bureaucrat, an elated East Berliner, and the other characters in her story. After her grand finale we gave her lots of money, because she'd certainly earned it, and then tried to decide what to do next.

Dave, Jude and the Berlin Dom.

Maria had made the Pergamon Museum, an archeological museum behind the Altes, sound amazing so we decided to line up, even though it was freezing and nearly 4pm. Jude got sick of waiting after a while, since the line wasn't moving, so she and Dave went off to the Jewish Museum while Toby and I stuck it out. Unfortunately we were not rewarded for our patience; about 10 minutes later something started happening at the top of the line and people started leaving. We heard someone say it was closing for 'technical reasons'. That's strange, we thought. We kept our eye on a guy in a red hat, who'd been at the head of the line for a good 20 minutes by that point. We figured that if he wasn't moving, neither were we. But then he did move, so we decided to go to the new German History Museum around the corner instead.

By this time, the fluey feeling I'd had since lunchtime had really kicked in and I was definitely coming down with something. The museum was huge, and really interesting, but I struggled to stay motivated and after an hour or so we had to leave. We decided to go to the cafe and get a lemonade to fortify us for the walk home, but the cafe had really odd rules about what you could order at the bar, and what you had to order from your table. By the time we figured it out the staff were ignoring us, so we left. Toby went off with the map to figure out how to get home while I sat down on the footpath, leaning against the wall of the museum. Lots of people looked at me and I wondered if anyone would give me any money, but alas they didn't. Luckily I'd found 20 euros on the footpath earlier that day during our walk to the Brandenburg Gate, so I wasn't too hard done by.

Less luckily, I had the flu combined with bad stomach pains by the time we got back to the hotel. It was a shame, because we'd walked back a different way and discovered some cute streets full of Christmas lights and restaurants, but I couldn't think of anything except lying down. The stomach pains got worse, to the point where I was in tears and Toby was about to call an ambulance. Thinking back now I think the tears were mostly because I was panicking - I didn't know why I felt so sick, and I didn't know what was going to happen. It didn't feel like food poisoning, or anything remotely resembling anything I've felt before. Luckily they subsided, and I was left with only the flu. Needless to say, I didn't really feel like going out for dinner after that episode, so I ate pringles left over from the night before. Toby went out in search of some takeaway, but being unsuccessful came back and ordered room service, which ended up being a massive meal and probably the best schnitzel we've ever tasted. A slightly dramatic end to an otherwise enjoyable, informative day where we learnt more than I think we ever have in a foreign city.

Next entry: a giraffe made of Lego, half-metre bratwursts, fireworks and a warzone.

Merry Christmas

Over the festive period our little apartment played host to 7 people. Yes it was squashy but everyone behaved themselves and had a good time. I think. The fun started the Thursday before Christmas, when my sister Ali arrived accompanied by her friend Michelle from back home, and Michelle's friend Kat who has been living in London this year. On Friday the girls slept in (like, really slept in) and then I took them for a wander down to Grassmarket to see the awesome 2nd hand shop and the Royal Mile, then I left them to drink while I did some Christmas shopping. We had been planning to go to the Christmas fair in the Princes St Gardens that night, but Toby got a last-minute invite to dinner at a workmate's place, so we did that instead. And rather than being a relaxed Friday night meal with some people, it turned out that we'd been invited to Rob's house's actual Christmas dinner, because they'd had a couple of cancellations and had an entire turkey to consume. We were happy to help out and got to try a traditional Scottish Christmas meal, which I basically copied for our own, a few days later. The girls Rob lived with had been planning on putting on a naked nativity interpretive dance, but unfortunately they'd napped instead of rehearsing that afternoon, so we watched King Kong instead.

We had a quiet weekend and on Sunday afternoon we took the girls to our local bingo hall, which we'd discovered a few weeks earlier with my friend Carole. Taking the extra 3 people was a big mistake on our part, as it decreased our chances of winning - the girls actually ended up winning a lot more money than we did. Grrrr. After bingo we went down to Haymarket train station to meet the third sister, Jude, and her fella Dave, soon to be our brother-in-law. We brought them back home and that was a good chance to admire the ring, hear the engagement story, and cut the Christmas cake I'd made back in November. That night we all got the bus up to Princes St to go to the Christmas fair. We ate German sausage and crepes and had a ride on the massive ferris wheel. Poor Toby and Dave had to put up with a couple of nervous Gibson girls who wouldn't let them rock the cabin or spin it around.

Toby had to work on Christmas Eve, but the rest of us took the opportunity to do nothing much. Jude and Dave made their soup for Christmas dinner, and Ali and co slept. I started finding little Cherry Ripes all over the house - Jude had promised she would bring me some from home (they don't sell them here) but instead of just giving them to me they were hidden in cupboards, under books, on shelves, etc. I think I've found them all now. For Christmas Eve supper we had cheese and ham and other nibble things, and egg nog made by Ali, Michelle and Kat.

Michelle whipping egg whites using a fork, because we do not have very good utensils.

Kat and Ali mixing the egg nog.

Jude & Dave enjoying the egg nog.

After all that food and alcohol...

...the young ones hit the town...

...and the old people went to bed.

On Christmas morning I got up bright and early to prepare my turkey for lunch, only to find that the stupid bird was still full of ice. It did not bode well for my timetable. No time to mourn though, because after breakfast we all sat down in the lounge room and opened our pressies.

Boys & their toys.

Jude thought these 'David' bookmarks she gave me & Ali were hilarious.

Me & Jude, with our new earrings.

Both the boys were sick on Christmas Day, Toby with a fluey tonsillitis type thing and Dave with a tummy bug. This was very sad for them as they headed back to bed, having opened their loot. Us girls spent the rest of the day watching girly things like old episodes of Dawson's Creek, drinking pink champagne and eating chocolates. Since the turkey was still frozen, for lunch we had the soup that Jude and Dave had made - it was one they'd tried in Italy and it was very delicious and peasant-y. (No photos as it was not the most aesthetically pleasing of foods.)

Around 4pm we decided we wouldn't die from eating the turkey as it was, so I stuck it in the oven and spent the next 4 hours regularly basting it, plus making a bunch of sauces and getting the vegies ready.

Basting the turkey.

Finally, around 8pm we were ready to roll. Michelle had kindly done an amazing gravy using the turkey fat and with all the other bits and pieces I'd done (thanks to my Asda magazine and the good dinner at Rob's house), we had quite the feast.

For those interested in what a Scottish Christmas dinner consists of in this photo, we have a turkey, served with roast potatoes, carrots, parsnips and onion; cranberry sauce (yes I made it from scratch); bread sauce (kind of like a white sauce, don't really know the point but I wanted the proper dinner); broccoli with pancetta and pine nuts (traditionally this is meant to be Brussels sprouts, but really, who likes those); bacon-wrapped sausages and stuffing balls (and they wonder why they have an obesity problem); and the gravy. The turkey was overdone (the next day I realised it was because my oven had been 20 degrees too hot) and it was a good 7 hours late, but everyone was very nice about both those points so I still consider it a successful first attempt.

After all that food we still had dessert to go, which was put on by Ali and friends - a chocolatey Christmas pudding served with brandy. I mean brandy custard.

Christmas Dinner.

Boxing Day was spent recovering from Christmas Day, as is tradition, and eating turkey and gravy sandwiches. Mmmmm. On Thursday night we decided to take Jude out for a mini first hen's night, and Toby and Dave headed off to the local pub before coming home to play Wii games. The girls started off at the Villager for cocktails before heading up the road to Medina, where I've been before and had a good dance. Unfortunately it was shut, so we went back up to the Royal Mile and finally found somewhere open, but empty. We had some drinks anyway and then the barmaid told us a DJ would be starting at 11. After a while we headed downstairs - the club was split over 4 levels so you went pretty far underground and the dancefloor was in a cellar type space. We were almost the only girls there so sometimes we felt rather on display, especially as there were a lot of men on their own. (We all agreed there is something a bit off about a man who patronises nightclubs on his own. Ick.) Around 1am, Jude was getting sleepy and the music wasn't really improving so we decided to call it a night.

The Gibson girls, ready for their first hen's night.

On Friday, Dave, Jude, Ali and I went to visit the Real Mary King's Close which had been recommended to me as one of Edinburgh's better 'ghost' tours. It turned out to be less a 'ghost' tour and more a tour of underneath the Royal Mile. We had a great tour guide and heard some amazing stories, and this was the day we found out where the word 'quack' came for doctors, why Princes St Gardens are so green, and other bits of Edinburgh trivia. Friday night was our last night all together so we went to the brewery near the bingo hall for dinner to celebrate (and so no one would have to cook, or do the dishes).

We got an early night, because Jude, Dave, Toby and I were off to Glasgow bright and early the next morning to get our flight to Berlin for New Year's Eve. Which is a whole other blog entry altogether.