// Overseas travel blog
Two words synonymous with Berlin? Techno. Berghain.
Saturday began in a responsible manner, in order to prepare for a hopeful evening and Sunday morning at the infamous Berghain. I will not describe Berghain: either you know it, or you don’t. If you fall into the latter category, ask Google why the converted power plant is the most renowned techno club in the entire world. Actually I can’t really remember what I did during the day. I think I went to the gym and did some laundry or some other similarly inane activities.
On Saturday evening, I met up again with an acquaintance at Treptower Park. Treptower is a huge green space along the river and is an ideal spot for exercise, BBQs, picnics, drinks or smoking joints. It was another boiling day and thankfully the friend and one of her mates met me at the S-bahn station to take me on the back of their bike to the picnic spot, so I could avoid a sweaty 15 minute walk.
We had nabbed a place right on the river, complete with cold beers, shade, and a DJ friend selecting all the tunes to play on the music dock. It was a great vibe. I was only expecting to be there for an hour or so, as the weather app had predicted huge storms to pass over, but they never came, despite menacing purple clouds and lightning on every horizon.
Most of the group of 6 were Australian ex-pats living in either Berlin or London, and they were a sharp, witty bunch that knew how to have a good time. We spent the time listening to music, chatting, and yelling some friendly banter at the boaters and water-sports enthusiasts passing us along the river. As it approached 8PM, but still very much daylight, we decided to go on a little mission to visit the Soviet Memorial within the park. I have been before, and it’s still one of my favourite places in Berlin. It’s surrounded by huge, vibrant green trees, and is so well hidden that it is rarely visited by tourists. The monument is gigantic and it really is quite a sight, but owing to its location its presence is very much concealed by the lush forest.
After a few dirt trails and wrong turns, we eventually got there to take in the sight. By this time my leg and butt muscles were burning from having to balance on the back of the bike the entire time. With the purple/black storm clouds, contrasting blinding green of the forest, and the sheer size of the main monument, it really was something special. We stayed for a little, and then one of the guys was kind enough to take me on the back of his bike and drop me back at the S-bahn station to head home and prepare for the rest of the night.