Berlin; Sunday, 22 February, 2004

After what should have been a very pleasant holiday I made my way back to the airport where I found no record of my flight. After several minutes of running round and getting worried that I had made a major mistake I eventually found out that my flight had been canceled several weeks earlier but nobody had bothered to contact me to tell me this!

So instead of flying out of Berlin at midday I instead took advantage of the situation to visit the state capital of Potsdam, about 25Km outside of Berlin.

The city itself was almost totally destroyed during WWII but some parts still remain and the palaces out in the main park escaped totally unscathed.

As I only had a couple of hours to get out, back and visit I could only walk around and not actually go into anything but it certainly left the impression that this was a city that I would want to go back to.

After Potsdam I came back into the city and back, for the second time that day, out to the airport almost able to recite the names of the bus stops for heart!

Eventually 6 hours after I was supposed to be leaving Berlin my flight pushed back from the stand and made its way to the runway. A very very pleasant holiday but tinged with an element of anger at the airline.