In all honesty I remember very little from the few days I spent in Berlin. After two of my friends had moved there to work/live at being artists and having never visited Germany I was intrigued as to what had enticed them to move there for good. After spending a minimal amount of time in the city the entire group were sold on Berlin life and were calculating how long they could survive there on their minimal savings. Berlin is undoubtedly the most chilled out city I've been to with a great art scene that somehow manages to be massively cool without being hideously pretentious.

A few memories that I've been able to resurrect since sifting through photo albums include:
Jäger-plane! (A staple to any trip which greatly explains the memory loss)
Our first experience of Airbnb, meeting the apartments owner Bruce and tuning in to techno radio.
Taking thousands of photo's against the Berlin Wall and finding a cool beach bar through a small hole within it.
Partying into tommorrow and then some.
Finding art around every corner.
Eating the best burger I've ever had in my entire life - Burgermeister
Having 360 cocktails up the 360 Tower and seeing a DOUBLE RAINBOW!
Having a nap on the abandoned airfield - a must visit!

Hopefully when I return to celebrate New Year I'll remember some more...I'm not getting my hopes up though!

SURVIVAL TIP
If you're going to Berlin to soak up the nightlife take a lot of photo's because chances are you won't remember a thing. Either that, or don't start off with jäger-plane!

I'm no extreme sports activist. I can't even ride a bike and I'm terrified of heights, however after spending a few days absorbing the fresh air in and around Lake Bled I was easily persuaded to take part in some Canyoning.

For those who, like me, are somewhat physically challenged canyoning is when you make your way from the top of a mountain to the bottom of it by sliding down waterfalls. Extreme! 
In my head I saw myself as a nymph like creature bathing in crystal clear waters, occassionally shooting myself down a perfectly formed water hole similarly to those seen in the pirate caverns of The Goonies, after which I would again brush my hair with a comb made of snail shell. It didn't quite work out like that.

Canyoning Bob, a strapping gentleman who I fancied as my slovenian lover for about 25 minutes picked us up from the camp site and took us up the mountain with another couple and a stag party - joy! He assured us that this was an easy route as there had not been enough rainfall for the more dangerous waterfalls to flourish. We were all happy about this.

It started off well. As we bobbed down the streams we lay on our backs looking up at the cavern walls cutting in above us showing where the water in all its power had cut through the rock face over the centuries. We marvelled at how clean the water was, if not freezing cold and splashed joyfully as the currents pulled us through smaller crevices. After the stag party had been reprimanded for somersaulting into shallow waters it soon became more strenuous. Before long we were climbing up rocky crevices to jump into giant pools, clinging to rock edges to avoid being dragged into whirlpools and generally spluttering for air as we were sucked along slippery slopes before being spat out into calming waters. It tested all of us, from the easily scared to the adrenalin junkies. For most, and even for those who weren't strong swimmers, it was a highlight of the holiday. Needless to say, Spora needed a large brandy once we were done!

SURVIVAL TIP
Do things you'd normally be too scared to. Ok so I had the support of a large group of friends, but even Spora who isn't a strong swimmer found this to be one of the most rewarding experiences of the trip.