Rob Coasters
Rob Poster
This is my final round of playing catch-up, and with nothing else on the horizon, I'll stop flooding this subforum with my reports for the forseeable after this one's done.
For this long weekend, I was travelling with the Coaster Club to hit some mainly smaller parks around the northeastern region of Germany, but I was one of very few people who arrived a day early for some more coastering.
After over 550 credits, I have never ridden an alpine coaster, so today I was going to figure out whether or not they were worthy of being counted as credits. The ideal plan was that I was going to ride two today, as there's a pair within reasonable distance of each other. The plan was to hit the furthest one first, Scharmützelbob, before heading onwards to Kienbergpark for theirs.
Despite this being my fifth visit to Germany, this is my first "proper" solo expedition in the country, even if it was for just one full day.
After some unprecedented and entirely unnecessary faff with the eSIM which required me to restart my phone three times for it to work, my alignment with my current eSIM provider may be in jeopardy and I'm seriously considering looking for any potential competitors.
Heading into Berlin you can see an abandoned ferris wheel on the horizon from the old Spreepark. It's unfortunate that this park met an untimely end, as it would've been some bonus credits had it stayed open, but it's also wild how there's a pretty sizeable derelict amusement park right in the heart of one of Europe's largest cities.
We weren't here for admiring a wheel though, as I was headed to Fürstenwalde which was my destination for my premier alpine coaster.
Fürstenwalde is a sleepy little town on the far outskirts of Berlin with not much to see or do. My Uber driver was thoroughly confused with why a UK tourist was twiddling their fingers in the settlement, and had a strange talk with me about whether I was travelling for sightseeing or girls. After discussing my plans to head back into the capital...
"Are you going to the Artemis?"
Assuming he was going on about some NASA rocket exhibition, I playfully replied that it sounded pretty neat and that I was "definitely" going to check it out if I had any spare time.
Turns out the Artemis is one of the largest brothels in Germany where prostitution is both legal and widespread, and there I decided that I was going to take the bus back to the train station.

Rocking up to the entrance of #A1 Scharmützelbob, I may as well have been literally the only person there. Attempting to pay the 3,50 euro for one ride, my international travel card had denied multiple times due to a "faulty chip", and after far too many attempts, the lone ride operator asked if I only wanted one ride, to which I said yes. With this knowledge and my very broken card (despite the fact that I used it to pay for my train ticket an hour and a half ago), he allowed me to ride for free, which I was incredibly grateful for.

It's a tiny, but respectable alpine coaster. It may be considered one of the worst ones by people who are slightly less inexperienced than me in terms of these things, but due to my small sample size, I thought it was alright. Shoving the handle down to run at full-speed through the entire layout, I still didn't gain enough momentum to spawn even the tiniest inch of peril, so I guess that's why people think it's weak in comparison to others.
With my first alpine coaster under my belt, I felt finally able to decide on whether or not I counted them as credits, and the answer was no.
After a failed attempt to pay for my free ride with cash this time, thank you again Mr. operator, I had unintentionally perfectly timed my departure to line up with the closest bus to the park which ran once every hour. By this point I had downloaded at least four different apps to pay for buses in this region, none of which were working, so I held my breath and opened Google Maps as I prepared to show the driver where I wanted to go, which also didn't work.
After many repeated iterations of the word "train station" and showing him exactly where I needed to go, I was in bewilderment as the guy acted like he had never seen a phone in his entire life and kind of worriedly tapped around on Google Maps. You cannot recognise where the train station is? I want to go to the train station. Hauptbahnhof. Single. One way. This is LITERALLY where you stop your bus and go off somewhere else probably in the opposite direction.
At some point he'd completely given up, waved me into a seat and allowed me to travel for free due to the hourly running of the service and his complete and utter inability to understand anything. This will forever be my biggest issue with travelling by public transport in Europe, all of the extremely convoluted ways to pay for stuff and they almost never work. All of these wildly different and mostly nonfunctioning methods of usage, especially buses, is a major stresser for me even after three years of travelling through the continent and it's not fun.
Arriving back in Berlin the faff with paying for anything didn't stop there. Kienbergpark, the location of the second alpine coaster, had recently taken its final entries for the day and was beginning to close, so that was missed. It's time for some tourism.
The Brandenberg Gate apparently has a lot to do with the transition between conflict and peace in Germany's history, and as a celebration of the falling of the Berlin Wall.

This seems to be the main driving force for a visit to Berlin, as shown by the insane levels of tourism and money-grabbing and protests, bad enough for me to leave quite hastily after a few photos.
Fountains continue to always be a highlight of my sightseeing travels.

A nice little courtyard on my walk further up the street led me to another beautiful fountain.

Equestrian statue of Frederick the Great

Humboldt University

Berlin State Opera House

Humboldt Forum Dome

Berlin Cathedral

Altes Museum

Berlin TV Tower behind St. Mary's Church

I had failed to mention that ever since arriving at the Brandenberg Gate, my phone's battery level reached critically low levels, and reached unseen levels of nerves and stress. I'd wanted to travel up the TV Tower, but as the number counted itself down further and further, I realised that I had to cut short my endeavours and head to the hotel immediately. I was beginning to really kick myself for actively deciding not to bring a power bank as I "wouldn't need it", but I underestimated how much I would. The journey back to the airport was only two trains but felt like so much more than that, with full knowledge that my phone was essentially out of use for the absolute forseeable. What was a thirty-minute metro ride felt like an hour of time ticking down, and my twenty minute wait for the airport shuttle had me on edge for the entire time.
Thankfully the airport shuttle had working charging ports, so I was able to get back up to a reasonable percentage, and so my onward Uber to the actual hotel was without hassle.
Tomorrow - strawberries
For this long weekend, I was travelling with the Coaster Club to hit some mainly smaller parks around the northeastern region of Germany, but I was one of very few people who arrived a day early for some more coastering.
After over 550 credits, I have never ridden an alpine coaster, so today I was going to figure out whether or not they were worthy of being counted as credits. The ideal plan was that I was going to ride two today, as there's a pair within reasonable distance of each other. The plan was to hit the furthest one first, Scharmützelbob, before heading onwards to Kienbergpark for theirs.
Despite this being my fifth visit to Germany, this is my first "proper" solo expedition in the country, even if it was for just one full day.
After some unprecedented and entirely unnecessary faff with the eSIM which required me to restart my phone three times for it to work, my alignment with my current eSIM provider may be in jeopardy and I'm seriously considering looking for any potential competitors.
Heading into Berlin you can see an abandoned ferris wheel on the horizon from the old Spreepark. It's unfortunate that this park met an untimely end, as it would've been some bonus credits had it stayed open, but it's also wild how there's a pretty sizeable derelict amusement park right in the heart of one of Europe's largest cities.
We weren't here for admiring a wheel though, as I was headed to Fürstenwalde which was my destination for my premier alpine coaster.
Fürstenwalde is a sleepy little town on the far outskirts of Berlin with not much to see or do. My Uber driver was thoroughly confused with why a UK tourist was twiddling their fingers in the settlement, and had a strange talk with me about whether I was travelling for sightseeing or girls. After discussing my plans to head back into the capital...
"Are you going to the Artemis?"
Assuming he was going on about some NASA rocket exhibition, I playfully replied that it sounded pretty neat and that I was "definitely" going to check it out if I had any spare time.
Turns out the Artemis is one of the largest brothels in Germany where prostitution is both legal and widespread, and there I decided that I was going to take the bus back to the train station.

Rocking up to the entrance of #A1 Scharmützelbob, I may as well have been literally the only person there. Attempting to pay the 3,50 euro for one ride, my international travel card had denied multiple times due to a "faulty chip", and after far too many attempts, the lone ride operator asked if I only wanted one ride, to which I said yes. With this knowledge and my very broken card (despite the fact that I used it to pay for my train ticket an hour and a half ago), he allowed me to ride for free, which I was incredibly grateful for.

It's a tiny, but respectable alpine coaster. It may be considered one of the worst ones by people who are slightly less inexperienced than me in terms of these things, but due to my small sample size, I thought it was alright. Shoving the handle down to run at full-speed through the entire layout, I still didn't gain enough momentum to spawn even the tiniest inch of peril, so I guess that's why people think it's weak in comparison to others.
With my first alpine coaster under my belt, I felt finally able to decide on whether or not I counted them as credits, and the answer was no.
After a failed attempt to pay for my free ride with cash this time, thank you again Mr. operator, I had unintentionally perfectly timed my departure to line up with the closest bus to the park which ran once every hour. By this point I had downloaded at least four different apps to pay for buses in this region, none of which were working, so I held my breath and opened Google Maps as I prepared to show the driver where I wanted to go, which also didn't work.
After many repeated iterations of the word "train station" and showing him exactly where I needed to go, I was in bewilderment as the guy acted like he had never seen a phone in his entire life and kind of worriedly tapped around on Google Maps. You cannot recognise where the train station is? I want to go to the train station. Hauptbahnhof. Single. One way. This is LITERALLY where you stop your bus and go off somewhere else probably in the opposite direction.
At some point he'd completely given up, waved me into a seat and allowed me to travel for free due to the hourly running of the service and his complete and utter inability to understand anything. This will forever be my biggest issue with travelling by public transport in Europe, all of the extremely convoluted ways to pay for stuff and they almost never work. All of these wildly different and mostly nonfunctioning methods of usage, especially buses, is a major stresser for me even after three years of travelling through the continent and it's not fun.
Arriving back in Berlin the faff with paying for anything didn't stop there. Kienbergpark, the location of the second alpine coaster, had recently taken its final entries for the day and was beginning to close, so that was missed. It's time for some tourism.
The Brandenberg Gate apparently has a lot to do with the transition between conflict and peace in Germany's history, and as a celebration of the falling of the Berlin Wall.

This seems to be the main driving force for a visit to Berlin, as shown by the insane levels of tourism and money-grabbing and protests, bad enough for me to leave quite hastily after a few photos.
Fountains continue to always be a highlight of my sightseeing travels.

A nice little courtyard on my walk further up the street led me to another beautiful fountain.

Equestrian statue of Frederick the Great

Humboldt University

Berlin State Opera House

Humboldt Forum Dome

Berlin Cathedral

Altes Museum

Berlin TV Tower behind St. Mary's Church

I had failed to mention that ever since arriving at the Brandenberg Gate, my phone's battery level reached critically low levels, and reached unseen levels of nerves and stress. I'd wanted to travel up the TV Tower, but as the number counted itself down further and further, I realised that I had to cut short my endeavours and head to the hotel immediately. I was beginning to really kick myself for actively deciding not to bring a power bank as I "wouldn't need it", but I underestimated how much I would. The journey back to the airport was only two trains but felt like so much more than that, with full knowledge that my phone was essentially out of use for the absolute forseeable. What was a thirty-minute metro ride felt like an hour of time ticking down, and my twenty minute wait for the airport shuttle had me on edge for the entire time.
Thankfully the airport shuttle had working charging ports, so I was able to get back up to a reasonable percentage, and so my onward Uber to the actual hotel was without hassle.
Tomorrow - strawberries


































































