An early start this morning for our relocation from London to Berlin. Our booked black cab failed to show, but an Uber came to the rescue. What followed was an entertaining dash through the bicycle-and-car soup of strike-jammed rush hour to Paddington, where we boarded the Heathrow Express.
The airport was… an airport. Just organised enough, with expensive coffee and thousands of people milling about for their flights.
I have to say that hearing English accents is a lovely nostalgic novelty (at the airport especially). It’s the small things.
The hop to Berlin was only an hour and a half. From there… train into the city, cab to the apartment, and a slightly Fawlty Towers-esque check-in with the wonderful Martina, who spoke no English but somehow made it all work.
Tired but curious, we wandered out to hunt down a supermarket and a dinner. Success on both fronts (and even throw in a gluten free bakery). Now we’re back in the flat… a cosy little place on Pappelallee (Poplar Avenue). Exhausted, but excited to see what the next few days will reveal.
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