Berlin’s eccentricity is no greater displayed than in its never-ending nightlife and while we’d heard wicked and wild stories about what really goes on in these clubs it’s definitely something you have to experience for yourself.
On our first weekend in ‘Berls’ we were told we HAD TO go to the Bar25 birthday party, starting Sunday... with an estimated wrap up not specified...as it would be the party to end all parties. We were also told that it would be rather difficult for us to get in, especially as we were foreigners and we hardly spoke any German.
Lucky for us, a fellow dorm mate had been the night before and told us that the theme for the night would be ‘Hubba Bubba’ and that the more crazily you dressed the better chance you had to get in.
Now I hardly wear colour, preferring a clean, neutral palate...so naturally I had nothing to wear. Therefore the hours leading up to going out were spent scrounging for something with a bit of colour, sifting through Jonno’s friend’s suitcases and drawing patterns on our faces with texta like 7-year-olds.
But the reason I can happily recount this night of insanity is all thanks to a horse...
...An inflatable horse that is
Lucky for us, our friend Mark had attended the Berlin Beer festival earlier that day and had acquired himself a helium-filled horse, which we quickly nick-named Karl.
Not only did Karl help us cut in the 2 hour line by getting stuck in a tree but we’re pretty sure he was the reason security didn’t bat and eyelid, letting us in immediately.
Needless to say, I have never been to a club so bizarre and wild- a non-stop festival on the river, with a confetti machine, giant swing, skate ramp and volleyball nets. And Karl was well looked after aswell; we could see him hovering above the crowd still, long after we had left him to graze in the circus.
Though my Bar25 tattoo faded away, the memory of that night never will (though some bits are a bit foggy...)
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