Big Bratwursts

This morning we decided to visit the Bauhaus Museum. There was a temporary exhibition showing the works of Egon Eiermann, a well known architect which was called "Die Kontinvität der Moderne". As I walk around the gallery I started to notice many similarities between graphic design and architecture. I really enjoyed learning about his work and the exhibition was nicely done. Wasn't so impressed with the permanent exhibition however. I don't know what I was expecting but it must have been more than what I saw.

After learning so much about Eiermann's work, we decide to pay a visit to one of his most recently completed projects, the Kaiser-Wilhelm memorial church. Staring up at the unique bell tower, I can't help but wonder what my thoughts on this unusual design would have been had I not learnt so much about it before hand.

Bought a bratwurst from one of the many stalls dotted around the crowded church grounds. The sausage was 3 times longer than the bun it was in!

After lots more walking around the city taking photos as we go, I decide that it's time to retire for the day and so we head back to the hostel.

It's difficult not having my usual daily routine that, like most people, develops as part of a settled/lived-in lifestyle. You forget about the small things like nipping into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm starting to miss home comforts. Looking at this from a different angle however, maybe the "littlest Hobo" life that I am living right now is in fact a whole new routine in itself that I just need to get used to.

Think I need to sleep.

I'm hoping that there won't be a repeat of what happened the other night... I was sound a sleep in the middle of the night when all of a sudden I felt someone touching my leg. Looking down towards the end of the bed I notice that one of my room mates had attached himself to both of my legs. He was curled up in a fetal-like position and the more I shook my legs, the tighter he gripped. Slightly uncomfortable, I start to think about what action to take next until after a few minutes of this awkwardness he sits up and begins to realise what he's done. Embarrassed, he returns to his own bed.