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I think I’ve run out of words a little bit.  I should be telling you about the fantastic night of reggae, dancehall, d&b, and jungle dancing that Tea and I found just down the road from  me.  I could then maybe go on to describe the superfantastic mick jagger inspired dance/pouting that we produced by the outside bar in much more select company of groovers. I might also mention that we were without doubt the coolest people there and that we had a sausage on the way home sometime around 5am. But I’ve run out of words.

That means you get a mixed box of photos from the weekend that I didn’t fit into the last two posts, including photos from the box of retro style that is Photoautomat.  We did a pretty good job I think but next time I’m planning my pouts and taking props.  Then we’ll see something special.  Hell yeah.  Night kids!

Doing motion, it’s very positive

Lessons I have learnt recently #1.  Check which airport your hotly anticipated guest is flying into.  Otherwise you run a high risk of standing in the wrong place while your longed for visitor waits patiently on the other side of town.

Yes, I did this to Miss Tea.  I am thoroughly ashamed by my lack of hostessing skills, but even more impressed by Tea’s triumph in the face of adversity.  Give that girl a sausage.

Saturday kicked off with a würst, coffee and küchen breakfast from the market.  As you can see we were treated to epic sunshine for the bank holiday weekend so we did our best to get out and make the most of it. We took ourselves to Mitte for a tourist type wander and certainly weren’t the only ones to be enjoying the day.

After working our way over to the Brandenburger Tor we discovered everything getting ready for the Tag der Deutschen Einheit.  A man in tails was singing bouncy music and there were many stalls with food and drinks.  We were going to buy some cool refreshing water but noticed a Capirinha airstream trailer and decided to go for cool refreshing cocktails instead.  And we had a little dance on the way to Tiergarten.  So, to get a full sense of the afternoon you need the music. Thus, I give you Placido Domingo with one of the tunes we heard:

No sooner had we entered the park than Tea’s sharp photography eye spotted a local (possibly) doing motion on a bike and started catching some snaps.  Pro.  She also pointed out that alongside the large helpings of rum and sugar, our drinks also contained 1 of our 5-a-day fruit helpings in the shape of lime.  All very positive.

But I’ve suddenly realised that this post is getting somewhat long and it’s way past my bedtime, so I shall leave you here and come back tomorrow with more words and pictures.  Küsschen xx