No potty stops and second half five minutes faster than the first. Fab’lus (as Charlotte Church would say). Would have got a PB too if I hadn’t frittered time away doing the following:
a) a bad salsa to the band playing “Tequila!”
b) gossiping to a Brit en route
c) nipping back to tell him to run Abingdon next year
d) chatting before the start instead of wriggling my way to the front of
cell block H (actually ran faster than at Abingdon but had to do an extra mile to get round everyone!)
Berlin great, “bio” supermarket literally round the corner offering a gazillion different flavours of soya yoghurt, tofu etc etc and the Hans Wurst (sic) vegan cafe 10 mins walk away. A far cry from my last visit in 1990 when it was all sausages and sugar and Potsdamer Platz was still a ghost station.
Although there was the International Cheese Incident where my channa masala arrived with extra, undocumented paneer in it. The better half later said he nearly wet himself trying not to laugh while I doggedly pointed out (in my rubbish German) that the dish was described in three words, none of which was “cheese”. (It all ended happily, helped by me not being fluent enough to say, “Well if I’d thought you were going to put sodding cheese in it I would have asked for the dish without it!” :D).