Berlin
We were rudely awoken in the middle of the night, to have our passports checked. This turned into a bit of a complication, because Eugene wouldn't wake up. Yes, Eugene, who needs to be woken up five times before actually being awake, did not immediately respond to the border guard. We got a bit worried. Eventually he did wake up and all was well. Sometime in the morning, we woke up, and found out that the windown across from our cabin was broken. This was somewhat disconcerting, but we never did find out what happened. We arrived in Berlin tired and perhaps somewhat sad with the knowledge that the end of the trip was almost here. Of course, first, we had to deal with money problems, in that the banks were closed, the change machines were broken, and only Eugene had a functioning bankomat card. Eventually he found a bankomat, and we set off to our final place of residence. The rest of Berlin was essentially uneventful. We saw the sights, many of which were under construction, which made them difficult to find at times. We also ate at lots of Indian restaurants, which were very yummy. No very good reason why. I also spent five minutes on the phone trying to explain to my mother that we were in Berlin, ie. "I'm in Berlin. Where? Berlin. Where? Germany. Where? etc." On our last night, I saw Eugene and Yoriko off back to Brussels, and then spent the night at the Bahnhofsmission before waking up at 4.30 to catch my direct, might I add, train back home. Fifteen hours on the train was not too exciting, particularly after spending the last month travelling in the company of others. And so ended our journey. After three days, I was ready to move on. The travel bug is hard to cure. I'm not sure it's worth curing.