St. Petersberg

Things about St. Petersberg I'll remember:

1. Eugene, our rebellious, rule-bending, law-breaking longhair-ed tour guide. Always favouring us and trying to help us do stuff that museums and palaces usually don't allow.
2. The Hermitage. Really really cool winter palace with paintings and very elaborately decorated rooms. My first encounter with so many Picasso, Van Gogh, Da Vinvi, Monet and other famous artists' paintings.
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Berlin

Things about Berlin I'll remember:
1. Split second excitement seeing a bevy of shiny black mercedes vans and white marques at the entrance of the Berlin Fashion Week. Somehow it just jumped at me like I've seen this real life image in a scene of some movie.
2. Walking through the holocaust memorial and learning about the things people did to hide from the nazis.
3. Driving past east side gallery and recognising the same sections of wall that Ian stood beside.
4. The loud cry of enthusiasm when our Berlin guide told us about Hotel Adlon. Once hosted Obama and a few other dignitaries, but obviously the cry arose only when she pointed out which balcony at which Michael Jackson dangled his son off.
5. Dad claiming to help save money by sacrificing and drinking beer instead of buying water.

Copenhagen

Things about Denmark I'll remember:

1. People ride on the right side of escalators. Mum never got used to it.
2. You can't buy metro tickets with notes, only credit card by pin number, or coins.
3. Bicycle lanes are more popular than the main roads. Plus. I've never seen so many new bicycles made to look pretty and vintage. Love those with the chestnut coloured cane baskets attached to the front.
4. The pastries. Yum. :)
5. Wearing my sunnies at 9pm.
6. Upping my alcohol tolerance, with good wine, no less.
7. The fam watching that cantonese drama with those policemen and detectives who appear as firemen, athletes and the occasional concubine in other cantonese dramas. Thing about this I'll remember is not the plot or actors but the fact that all 4 of us could fit on a giant single bed.
8. Walking away from the Rosenberg Castle without entering. Seeing police park on the street in whatever direction they fancied, obviously taking advantage of the blue siren on the top of their cars. Danish policemen arming themselves with bulletproof vests and guards checking their rifles as long as I am tall before they all walked into the castle together. My guess: an over-excited tourist with a fever standing too close to the glass exhibit holding the crown jewels.
9. August, the cute German-chinese 9 month old at the next table at Madklubben bistro. He definitely runs on battery.