According to the map there was a tram line directly from the main train station but the little pictures with arrows on the walls could have meant any kind of vehicle so we ended up walking in circles over a bumpy park, in the dark, and there were dodgey looking shadows of men that could have been taxi drivers, but could have been something else too.
By this stage we were kinda aware that we were completely lost, at night, in a foreign city. It wasn't the first time so we were a bit like, o big whup.
Luckily after an hour of searching we managed to find our way into the heart of the red-light district! Yay!
The informative-ness was amazing! We also got split up and Natasha sat at the back, looking sadly out the window except when I turned around to pull scared faces at her.
Not because I was trying to be funny, because I was actually scared. Scared that we had both gone insane and no longer understood what used to be our mother-tongue - English.
That night to celebrate our incredible foreign-city-ness we went out for a drink in the tourist-zone hoping to spot some hot bods and re-live our time in the cranking night-life of Berlin. But it didn't resemble Berlin very much at all.
And that was the end of our time in that country.
(Well, almost, we had to go on a train with urine-puddles on the floor, and THEN we were done.)