I arrived in Berlin mid afternoon Tuesday after seeing off my happy life in London. My friends, my job, my sister and my happy home. Shattered from the chaos I found a hostel next Alexander Platz and settled in, making a single jaunt out to replace my forgotten towel and purchase a lock to bemuse me for a while (I have it figured out now!). I had a delicious feast of Vietnamese which seemed to be prevalent in the neighbourhood and tucked up early for an Admin night (really this just meant a good nights sleep only to be woken by my pub crawling drunk room mates who had forgotten their keys). I headed out the next day for the City Walking tour which is reknowned as one of the best things to do in Berlin. Having missed the 11am group I joined a later tour (they go ever 2 hours from Starbucks by the Brandenburg Gate). My Liverpudlian (I still think this is the greatest word in the English language so I will use it in this blog as often as I can. Cameo appearances will become li...