The sign reads: Don't startle the horses. Someone could die.
Anyway, like I mentioned before our little hotel on Oderberger Straße is right near the Mauerpark.
This is just one of many, many public spaces in Berlin whose origin story goes something like this: Wall goes up, scary shit gets built, wall comes down, city says "Fuck it, it's a park now." All you need to know now is that the Mauerpark is really big, really pretty and really raw. Actually it's given me new appreciation for Central Park, which I think hits a perfect balance between the pretty but anal retentive French ideal and the German extreme of being wild and free but also kind of scratchy. Wandering from one end of the park to the other I stumbled through not one but two patches of nettles, something that I was happy not to have done in a long, long time.
My personal Mauerpark highlight is the long stretch of original Berlin Wall that runs right down the center of the park. Like its big brother down at the East Side Gallery, this chunk of once divisive concrete is now covered in some really extraordinary graffiti, although the bit in the Mauerpark swaps out the loud tourists for plenty of good sitting grass and a couple of really choice swings. Joshua puts me to shame by jumping off from maybe a billion feet in the air and landing with the effortless grace of a styrofoam cat. I get sand in my hair.
That alien spacecraft looking thing (it might just look like regular stadium lighting to you, but to me it definitely looks like some alien space-shit) is part of the Jahn Sportpark, which might be significant in some way, I don't know.
Pretty, huh? Again, we'd like to stay all day but then who would write all this delicious code?
Anyway, like I mentioned before our little hotel on Oderberger Straße is right near the Mauerpark.
This is just one of many, many public spaces in Berlin whose origin story goes something like this: Wall goes up, scary shit gets built, wall comes down, city says "Fuck it, it's a park now." All you need to know now is that the Mauerpark is really big, really pretty and really raw. Actually it's given me new appreciation for Central Park, which I think hits a perfect balance between the pretty but anal retentive French ideal and the German extreme of being wild and free but also kind of scratchy. Wandering from one end of the park to the other I stumbled through not one but two patches of nettles, something that I was happy not to have done in a long, long time.
My personal Mauerpark highlight is the long stretch of original Berlin Wall that runs right down the center of the park. Like its big brother down at the East Side Gallery, this chunk of once divisive concrete is now covered in some really extraordinary graffiti, although the bit in the Mauerpark swaps out the loud tourists for plenty of good sitting grass and a couple of really choice swings. Joshua puts me to shame by jumping off from maybe a billion feet in the air and landing with the effortless grace of a styrofoam cat. I get sand in my hair.
That alien spacecraft looking thing (it might just look like regular stadium lighting to you, but to me it definitely looks like some alien space-shit) is part of the Jahn Sportpark, which might be significant in some way, I don't know.
Pretty, huh? Again, we'd like to stay all day but then who would write all this delicious code?
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