Ahhh, very appropriate, a bit of Bowie's Berlin period to go along with my tale of debauchery in Berlin. Arty, instrumental, and super cool...it is the Bowie/Eno combo at it's best/worst.
After we managed to ditch the Icelanders and took a moment to compose ourselves we tried to find another bar on my itinerary. Two separate people had recommended this bar to me. You simply entered, paid 1 euro to "rent" a glass and then drank as much as wine as you wanted. At the end of the night, you paid what you thought was fair for what you drank (again, the Berliners seem to be very big on the honor system) but by the time we got there it was well after midnight and quite closed. We ended up drunkenly attempting to photograph a beautiful, snow covered church at night with mixed results.
We finally ended up in some bar called The King Kong lounge where we stayed till about 330. The King Kong Lounge was the kind of bar that would have looked in no way out of place on Ave B. It was a faux dive done in red light, with old time American movie posters on the wall, and Cronenburg's Crash (as opposed to the Oscar winning crap from a few years ago) being projected on a back wall. We sat on one of the couch, nursed some beers and took in the talent before finally calling it a night.
Wow...and this was all day one...sheesh.
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