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This is where events start to get a little stranger. I met up with Pavel, having waited for him for several hours in the town’s main shopping centre.

“You have kind eyes” was literally his opening line followed by “I can ride with you”. My silent third line was “good fucking god I’m scared”, but of course I chose not to share that with him.  As the day progressed we met the other passenger.

Tell me! EVERYTHING now damn you! Lol. A nice guy actually.

A young academic that taught politics at some Germany in university. The wonderful Felix! What a name ha ha, so we all sat in a coffee shop introducing ourselves and getting to know each other a little better.

Pavel offered me a place to crash at his, and before you wonder whether I started running for the hills (which I did a little later lol), Pavel did seem to be of good character. He was a traveling musician as Felix had enlightened me, a singer-songwriter guitar player. Quite an interesting character I must say. He married a 62 year old New Yorker in order to get a green card (which did not work out apparently), had performed with famous jazz and blues musicians from around the world, studied aviation at university as an act of rebellion as his parents had pushed him into music from a young age, and then had promptly dived back into it.

Also, he believes in aliens 😛

See! I bet you want to meet him now too! Not to mention he believes in the law of attraction, has a friend who is a great believer in chakra’s, and Pavel is a 37 year old man that looks about 25.

So yes, out of the ordinary.

The best is yet to come however. As it turned out whilst he was parked up in the city a few days ago,, what was seemingly a bum had recognised that he has an Estonian number plate on his car, and awaited and then accosted him at his car.

The Chief actually looks nothing like this, but I love this picture so I have posted it for jokes lol

It turned out that this olive skinned Al Pacino look alike had travelled all the way from his farm in Latvia somewhere with a contract and the promise of a job in Berlin, and had left his wife and two children there to go and find work and raise some money for his family. Substinence farming can only take you so far. It turned out he had been sent to the wrong place – and his job was 500kilmoteres away, his week’s survival money had run out and he had pawned his mobile phone for some euro’s and was living on the streets with some bums that had taken him in.

What a story!

And where did mr Latvian gypsy farmer tramp man end up that evening?

Staying in the same fucking room at Pavel’s place that I was sleeping in. Having gone from a railway station to this – I was not sure whether I was making a backward move from the railway station to this.

Keep one eye open! Some fucker might rob you of your arse virginity while you sleep! More likely your wallet though. In this case......nada lol

My fears proved hollow however.



A shower, durum (Turkish kebab), and several conspiracy theories later I lay in bed awaiting the start of the next adventure.


I must make a note and say I had some minor female blues on facebook at this point, but resolved to not let personal issues ruin my trip. I slept with a touch of sadness but did my best to look forward to the next part of my journey!


We move on...