I am British.
I live in Germany.
I live in Berlin.
In fact, I live in East Berlin!
As far as many Brits. are concerned, Germany is not really a holiday destination if you don’t count the hordes of drunken stag night revellers who ply the Berlin city centre hungry for fun and cheap alcohol.
I am left to investigate further. What could this mean?
Is it that Germany is plagued with violence on the street and is therefore a danger to law-abiding citizens?
Is it that the food is so awful that you would leave your hotel room plunged in the horror of digesting unsavoury, unhygienic goodness-knows-what-it-is food?
Is it that the weather is so humid, so freezing, so burning with heat that you wouldn’t be able to stand it and die?
Is it that the German towns and cities are stenched with smells and filth?
Is it that the hotels and hostels are so archaic, antique, dirty and old that you would pay someone to take you away from it all?
No, then what is it then? Why are British tourists so reluctant to come to the capital city of Berlin not to talk of Germany?
If you were to ask my fellow patriots why Germany is not the place to be, they say it’s not very exciting, everything works, the people are über-efficient, the hotel that you booked 12 months ago is still standing, public transport is cheap, works enormously well, is punctual and clean, the weather is neither too hot nor too cold; there is real snow in the winter and you can ski in it. The tourist guide is highly qualified, speaks a million other languages and is probably better at the English language than you are. It’s not even exotic.
However, the real reason, the huge elephant in the room, the drum-rolling biggest grouse is:
“Well, it’s Germany!”
What do you think? Do you think Germany is a note-worthy country or is just plain boring?