I had decided to move on. Berlin was no longer the place to be…

My new friend, Nils, had dropped me off at the station and I was now on my way through “currywurst und pilsner”-land. Despite German efficiency, I almost didn’t make my transfer in Oldenburg. Maybe the calming effects of the liberal cannabis laws in the Netherlands had to do with it. I don’t know, but I do know that they waited for us (the arriving passengers – thumbs up, DB bahn!)

PS. I think everyone should be able to speak English. I was amazed to meet people in the service sector, who didn’t speak English. Come oooooon!! We live in the 21st century. In Europe. It’s part of being a citizen on this planet. Learn English…. or lock yourself in a dungeon. Thank you.

PPS. I arrived in Groningen without a scratch.