We all get caught short. In Berlin, just make sure you've got a bit of loose change to jingle before you pinkle. In most department stores, smaller railway stations and some restaurant (including McDonalds) you'll cross the path of Klofrau (and occasionally Klomann).
Like the troll beneath the bridge in the Billy Goats Gruff, she guards her post with a steely eye. Invariably positioned in front of plastic covered table, you'll be expected to pitch a few cents into her plate to pay for your relief. No one knows what happens to those who don't...no survivors have ever been found.
The good news is that the loos are normally breath-takingly clean and fresh smelling. But don't be surprised if the old crow blusters in with a mop whilst you're mid flow. I doubt the sight of your flaccidity is something she'll be wheezing about with her cronies down the Steglizt Weights & Shot-Put Club, do you?
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I went into a department store on Hermannplatz to use the toilet, and on the way out I noticed the tip-dish was on a pink-covered table, with a plastic rose and a laminated 'Danke' sign. It was so sweet. I would have tipped them just for the effort whether I used the toilets or not.
Nice blog btw.
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