Berlin is known for being "bike friendly" but that doesn't change the fact that I'm not very bike friendly. Its a love hate relationship, the hate is mostly influenced by the fear of falling off or dying from a car purposely crashing into me. Despite this, we hired bikes for the day and those crazy, metal concoctions ended up taking us from the eastern side of town to the other side of the western side of town. By the end of our journey I loved my bike and I continually reminisced about our good times the duration of the trip.
We walked along the East Side Gallery, an open air gallery with artwork that stemmed for over a kilometre.
This is my favourite, I named it "The bum that grew one ugly hoof"
After a solid few hours cycling those pedals we were parched. We found a "beach bar", a bar on the river covered in sand and beach chairs.
I was trying so hard to race up to the front, my legs were doing a rapid circumference of those wheels, but Matt is just a speed demon.
We rode to the other side of the city where the remains of some of the western Berlin wall stand. It was slightly surreal seeing where people had apparently hacked away at the wall to bring it down.
Being naughty and taking a selfy whilst riding, he's outrageous.
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