Back at the hotel I cull the accummulated travel detritus of the past weeks to compress my belongings into one bag for the Air Berlin flight to London. The next day is my 26 hour journey back down to Das Hobbit-Land. (New Zealand).
I hate throwing out all the scribbled on visitor maps, museum brochures and train tickets that document my journey. I jettison some well travelled-in clothes instead.
I find a generic key card from some hotel I stayed in (oops) and think about the variety of places I have laid my head on this journey.
From a monastic room in a 17th Century pension building complete with bat (not a typo) – one really did fly in for a while one night. To a cheap hotel where I was issued with a set of ear plugs due to major road works outside my window and finally my budget blow-out night in a former palace.
Its been a great adventure. Thanks to those who joined me on it. I appreciate you following me as I braved London’s crowded tourist attractions, then went on to the European Cultural Capital Festival in Plzen, Czech Republic. I just hope the Pilsner Urquell beer profits didn’t plummet too dramatically after my departure.
Until finally I was in Germany, my original destination. Images of Dresden’s beautiful buildings with sooty traces in their brick work as a reminder of the city’s near destruction, will remain with me for a long time.
Lastly, the return to Berlin. Rehaunting old haunts. It was not the same of course. But special in its own way and I am absolutely certain I will be back.