Berlin is something of an enigma. Round every corner there's an exhibition you never knew you'd been dying to see, and behind every graffiti-ed wall there's a beautiful waffle-house, coffee shop or (very often) your new favourite burger. It's a place that in some ways feels like a hiving metropolis, relentlessly hipster much like our beloved hometown, and in other ways seems like a quaint industrial town, bustlingly unaware of our wide-eyed, touristic fascination with it. We spent the better part of a week curled up in front of our log fire, with brief excursions into the December cold to visit the famed German Christmas markets. The sausages alone make this capital a must-visit. Throw in the airfield-come-community-garden and this bubble-creating sorceress and you're golden.
"When you see someone putting on his Big Boots, you can be pretty sure that an Adventure is going to happen" - Winnie the Pooh