Switched hostels out of embarrassment. One of the guys working at the other place said as I was checking out, “man, you basically lived here.”

Look. I’m sorry.

This new one is fine, I suppose. It packs 16 people into a room designed for maybe 4, and given that my backpack is a treasure trove of Apple electronics, I’ve been waking up with a start throughout the night thinking I’m going to catch some asshole pinching some of my things. Hasn’t been the case so far, but I’m on watch.

Here is the final shot of the place I lived for close to a month and a half. I may end up heading back that way if I can’t fucking stand this place anymore. This place is packed to the gills with Australians, and everyone sits out in a common area to go online and stuff, so I suppose it’s nice.

And here is the baked treat that I’ve not been able to get out of my head. The famous Berliner donut has gotten plenty of play thanks to JFK’s speech where he declared “ich bin ein Berliner!” Locals laughed, as they don’t really refer to themselves as that. Some may say that this looks like a regular old jelly donut, to which I reply you look like a regular old blind person.

Decided to walk down to Treptow Park and Spreepark, which is an abandoned amusement park along the River Spree. When someone mentioned “abandoned amusement park,” the human mind naturally conjures up homicide scenarios, because that’s basically what happens there.

The fact that no one has bothered to, oh, I don’t know, renovate the area, is bizarre. Nature has taken over, and the whole place looks and feels like it’s out of Chernobyl or something. The ferris wheel, which is huge, as ferris wheels are, was lightly spinning due to the pretty heavy breeze that was whipping through. Want to know what that sounded like? Kids screaming!

That’s an old rollercoaster where they make tetanus.

There was a fence surrounding the entire place, and a bunch of signs. Now, I’m no expert, but I’m confident that they said “fuck off all ye who enter.” I hopped through a hole in the fence, as I saw some other people do earlier. RIGHT as that happened, however, some scary looking guy in a jump suit pulled up in a station wagon and just hung out there until we left. I’m going to have to go back at some point, because dilapidated, urban decay is my forte.

On the way there, I managed to come across some pretty impressive graffiti. The sheer size of them is enough to make me scratch my head.

My birthday is coming up. Please start thinking of gifts that there will be no conceivable way of delivering to me. Goodnight.