Here are some pictures of the Berlin wall-East Side Gallery.
When my university announced an excursion, a day in the town of rum aka Flensburg, I imagined a noisy factory with soiled, scandalous looking, reeking men working underground. The brewery actually had minimal manual labor with tanks the size of Eiffel tower and a data centre to monitor the whole process.
I look out of my window in the distance, I see the wind gently blowing on the trees and the leaves delicately detaching themselves and swaying to the tunes of the wind till they touch the ground.
However, my first impression of Kiel lasted only one night. I went out the next day, I couldn’t believe that there were no smokers on the streets, and then it dawned on me that there were no people on the streets. I could literally count the number of people walking on the streets on the fingers of one hand, perhaps two but not more for sure.
Walking through the ubiquitous Rosa Rugosa shrubs aka Sylt Rose to reach the Wadden Sea boarded by Sea Grass buried in Sand Dunes was nothing short of divine.