On Sunday night i looked thought the free magazine to see what was on. I had a choice of karaoke or a naked sex party. Obviously I went for the karaoke. On the way I stopped in several bars that I hadn't tried yet. As it was a Sunday evening most of the bars were really quiet. There was a real "slaughtered lamb" moment when I walked into a relatively busy bar and everyone went silent and starred at me. I think it was more a case of check out the fresh meat than youre not from round here. On my travels I found a lively bar where I bumped into Naked Guy. This time wearing boots, the hat and jeans. I was a lot more comfortable chatting to him now he wasnt so naked.

A small group of queens had spotted me from the other end of the bar and were obviously talking about me. One was really cute, however sods law, it was his mate that came over and chatted. He told me that he used to go out with a Scottish guy who he dumped because the Scottish guy could not speak good English. An annoying pop song came on and this guy was distracted enough to go for a bit of a boogie, halfway through he bounced over and kissed me, naked guy seemed put out, so he kissed me as well.

I joked that was popular tonight, naked guy didnt see any humour in this. With a shrug he explained you are young and look healthy. Despite the overwhelming flattery I moved on to the next bar, Hevan. A lot more relaxed and less cruisy. I stayed for a few drinks and chatted to a guy who explained that his home city of Munich was very conservative although everybody sunbathed naked in summer. Naked and Conservative are words that should not go together, think john major, Ann Widicome, ect. Although I was getting on well with Munich guy, my karaoke cravings took over and I headed over the road to a club/bar called WoWos.

It was a small tacky bar with less than a dozen customers. The drag queen hostess, sat next to me and repeatedly asked what I was going to sing. No one had sang yet and I wasnt going to be the first, despite the fact that I was on my 7th bar and was more that a little tipsy. Eventually the karaoke started, mostly German songs but a few I could understand. It seemed that everyone was singing relatively quietly and sombrely, even the drag queen. One guy sang raindrops keep falling on your head, which, thanks to his accent now included the line my arse are turning red.

So it wasnt long before I got up and showed them how to do it. Ahhh the confidence you get with alcohol. My name was called up and but it took them a while to find my song, so while I was stood on the stage the drag queen was joking with the crowd (does 12 people constitute a crowd?) she turned to me and explained we have decided you have to do this song naked. Thankfully for all concerned she did not hold me to this.

As I blasted out too funky the drag queen decided to be one of the supermodels from the video, first dancing behind me, then all over me. I sang my last yeah yeah, the crowd cheered, and I decided it was time for my bed.

Monday morning I enjoyed a lie in before I packed my bags and left, my flight wasnt till the evening so I stored my luggage in a locker at the station and decided to join a walking tour of the city for the day. Over the next 3½ hrs a group of Americans, Irish, Canadians, and me, were entertained and shown the sites by an enthusiastic New Zealander called Mike. Highlights included:
The Brandenburg Gate
The Reichstag
Hitlers bunker
The new Holocaust Memorial
Potsdamer Platz
The Berlin Wall
Checkpoint Charlie
And of course the hotel window where Michael Jackson dangled a baby.

So other than getting lost on the way back to the airport and several single friends I didnt get round to mentioning, that was berlin