Okay so last night was pretty much a hedonistic feast. Hands down. Our posse split into two different clubs: Panorama Club (the little brother of the legendary Berghain) & Golden Gate, a non-pretentious all-night-long party-paradise. Both places, like any other underground clubs in Berlin, are hard to find. No brightly colored neon-lights pointing at the door. If there's a door at all. Just remember the last rule of Berlin: listen to the bass. Thick, sinister, crunky sounds blasting out the graffiti-covered two-story concrete buildings makes these places dirty as hell, and that's what's beautiful about it. Getting into Berghain & Panorama bar (sometimes their open only one at a time) is subject of much argument in the net. There's really not a plain & simple recipe of how to get in. It's a mix of the event itself, timing & social value that determine if the scary-looking all-in-white capo let's you in. Naturally, women help the transaction. Just one tip: loose the Oxford shirt. As Berghain/Panorama, Golden Gate is selective in its clientele. Compared to the other two, a safe way of getting is coming early up, before 3am. The thing is that this techno-flavoured pro-drugs club only fills up around 6am. Last night there was this insane Netherlands-based DJ, Dave Ellesmere pumping the party with techno filled house grooves. It was bloody awesome: the music, the people, the affordable substances, the vibe & the outdoors back-yard battleground filled with grandmammas sofas. On top of that, the black night was illuminated by thunder & lightning. But most of all, never seen so many people smiling in such a dirty space. There was even this German 47-year-old guy called Jakob who was searching "wife material" in there. Beautiful beats until 9am, back home at 10, after a intimate U-bahn trip with a bunch of suit-men heading to work. Bought some cheap sausages at Lidl, tried to warm them up & got a few hours of sleep. No pics allowed at these clubs. Get here & see it for yourself. Good times.
So not much done after a morning like that. So we centered our efforts into the immigrant-fuelled Kreuzberg. Once being the home of the punk-rock movement in Berlin, the present Kreuzberg is a fashionable, turkish-döner-filled gay borough of Berlin. Sounds unbelievable, doesn't it? In the middle of this hodgepodge, situates the coolest record store in Central Europe. Hard Wax (has nothing to do with the Turkish hairjobs in the area), Paul-Lincke-Ufer 44, is the place where to hunt down the newest & the rarest techno music released. DJs from all over the come by just to get the missing piece in the set. The store is hid in a patio between to restaurants, so keep you ears open for that celebre bass. Friendly, helping service along with vast, quality releases guarantee one hell of an afternoon on the third floor of a ragged & tagged edificio.
After a techno-spent afternoon caught a bite at a local döner in Friedrichshain for two coins, moving on to the other side of the road into a shisha bar. Mint-flavoured tobacco, whiskeys & dark tea for only 5€ per head. A perfect ending for the day.
To finish off, an interesting idea concerning city bikes. Where elsewhere you stick a penny into a bike, and have to return the bike to a predestined place, here they do it better. "Call a bike" is a new concept released by the hefe of Berlin, the mayor. It's simple. Every bike has a phone number. You just call the number, and after that the lock deactivates on the back wheel of the bicycle & off you go. Your cell bill will be charged depending on the hours spent with the bike. Then you just call again and the bike locks itself. The best part? You can leave it anywhere. So ti goes.
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