Lester wants to regale our cabin with music which doesn't go down well; after an aborted attempt to listen to radio 4 which, of course, was just people talking about Donald Trump, a more generally agreeable soundtrack is curated by Andrew. It becomes less agreeable when Simon, Mike and I start to sing along with Level 42.
This is our only train for the day, a long ride from Amsterdam to Berlin. Everything is settled. Time to have a drink and some cubed cheese, methinks.
Every entrance to Blissestrasse U-Bahn is closed except the one that's far enough away it might as well be the entrance to Berlinerstrasse U-Bahn station, so we ignore the former and go to the latter. Here we're on the U9 but that's OK; we've recently learnt, while trying to use closed entrances to the nearest convenient station, that our original choice of restaurant is closed down anyway.
A few stops later and we're in a busier, more commercial part of town. Walking past a few eateries we reach our second choice silver medal restaurant; it is also closed down. By now the Schadenforeman is off the charts and I'm letting out high-pitched "hee-hee" laughter like I'm Michael Jackson except more alive and less ... wrong.
Ed's mate arrives and tells us there's loads of other cuisine, but our hearts are set on kebab so back we go to Bogazici, except with more diacritics. Upon sitting down, we're all told just how bloody tired and fucked up we look.
Most of us order the "Donnerteller", which is not marketed as a Versace product. It's a plate full of donner meat and sauce and rice and vegetables and it hits the fucking spot properly, unlike the warm bottles of Efes beer which are shit.
Back outside we want some outdoor beer if possible, so two of us order Ubers which race each other to pick us up three at a time and whisk us off to Tiergartenquelle, a craft beer place just opposite Tiergarten (duh). After way more confusion than necessary we discern that we're allowed to sit outside of one and inside the other, but not inside the first or outside the second. Whatever. Beer arrives, as does another Uber with Gareth, Simon and Mark. We're complete again!