One of the days in Berlin we went on a guided tour with bicycles. The class had been divided into two groups. Our group had a very good guide, and although I don't remember his name I will try to describe him. He was quite short and young and wore a cap and a red sweater that said "Fat Tire" which was the name of the company that organized the tour. His English was perfect and I think he might have been a native English speaker, since he talked about how he was going to be forced to move if Germany's xenophobic party won the election. Over all I liked the guy. He was good at explaining things during the tour and he was funny. But he kept bicycling so fast, that we had to shout for him to wait sometimes when someone was to far behind.

Some of the days we travelled all day, and therefor we had to do some stops by the road: to visit the toilet, to fill the tank and to make lunch. One of these stops I remember particularly well. It was kind of an ugly and dull place: a small lawn, a couple of tables and a quite disgusting toilet. On one side of the lay-by was the road but on the other side was this, I don't really know how to describe it, but it was like a hill, not very high but quite wide, like big wall of earth with grass upon it. The funny thing was that it was impossible to see what was hidden on the other side. It looked as if the world ended there, on the other side of that hill. We were all curios to see what it was, so we climbed the small hillside. It was quite disappointing, really: just some fields and a couple of houses further away. But the sky was clear and it was windy and the wiew was pretty beautiful after all, so I liked it. It was difficult to climb down since the hillside was quite steep, but finally we made it. Then we ate some pasta salad and so the journey went on.