So Many Stairs

I went to the top of the Siegessäule today. It’s a big tower in the middle of the Tiergarten, and you can see the whole city to the top. The big lesson I took away was that I won’t be complaining about the 6 flights of stairs to get up to Petra’s flat anymore.

I took a good 30 or so pictures from the top of the tower, and another 5 or so of the tower itself. A majority of the pictures taken from the top are of the Brandenburg Gate. I didn’t realize I had so many of these until I was going through them all a few minutes ago. I took out a few bad ones and made some quick edits to the good ones, and am uploading the final products now.

First, this photo was actually taken from the lower viewing level of the Siegessäule. This level only requires walking up two flights of narrow, spiral stairs, not 16. Disclaimer: I didn’t count, so I don’t know if that number is accurate.

I like what the colors did in this picture. I don’t know what that is, but I like it.

One of the many photos taken of the Brandenburg Gate and communication tower in Alexanderplatz, from the top of the tower.

This is the Siegessäule itself.

After the tower, I decided to head over to the Pergamon Museum. Its focus is ancient history. I’ve been told it’s very interesting, and definitely a must-see, and it’s free on Thursday nights after 6 pm. When I got there, a very important equation quickly formed in my head: free admission + a new, highly advertised exhibit = there’s no way I’m standing in that line.

It stretches along the bank of the river, across the bridge, and into the museum. And it wasn’t moving very quickly. I gave up. I’m tired anyway, and should probably start thinking about cleaning up the disaster that I’m calling my room in preparation to begin packing. Oh, I should probably start packing too, since I don’t know what I’m going tomorrow night, although I think it will include a few alcoholic beverages.

In reality, I’m probably looking at either one glass of wine or two beers. One beer doesn’t seem to do anything to me. I seem to be developing a taste for it though. That must be inherited, along with my love for riding trains, trams, and cable cars, and my constant desire to take pictures of things.

I’m turning into my dad.