The Polaroid Adventure

So for various reasons I decided I wanted to get a Polaroid camera, I had one way back, let us leave it at that, and with the retro wave has been going a while now Polaroid film is easy to come by again.

It was easy enough finding the camera I wanted on eBay, getting things shipped to Norway however, is not always cheap. Especially when customs get their hands on it and wants their cut as well. As luck would have it I was going to Berlin in the very near future, so I checked with Angela, whose place I’d be staying at if it was OK to get it shipped to hers. It was, so off to the German eBay it was, I found a camera sold by a reputable store, paid and had it shipped.

It was the perfect setup, the camera would be waiting for me when I arrived and excitement and fun would be had. I still checked the tracking every hour or so, because of course, I did. Making allowances for the Christmas craze in shipping time, it still seemed like it would arrive before me.

I left Bergen which was a small adventure in itself, delayed flights and all. The delay was somewhat minor but still made me extra appreciative when I finally landed and made it to Angela’s apartment, which meant awesome company and coffee, but no camera.

The first evening was spent getting some dinner at a great Mexican place, staffed by Brits because of Berlin. After the food, there was a food coma then sleep. Waking up the second day there first was coffee followed by some urban sightseeing on foot because I am me after all. After a few hours and a few photos with my Canon (G7X MII) making me curse DHL and their slow delivery with every shot I. After a few hours of this I got a text from Natalie asking if I had any plans this afternoon/evening, which I did not, so after a bit of back and forth deciding on a plan, Natalie suggested going to one of the Christmas markets. The plan was made, I grabbed a muffin to sustain myself while expertly navigating the Berlin public transport system (there is an app for everything) and met up with Natalie without incident at the U Bahn stop by the market.

We made our way there, and it was the NORDIC Christmas market! This seems to have become a recurring thing, with Olivia and Brian taking me to a Welsh pub as the first place to eat when I arrived in St. Charles in the US.

I was now surrounded by gløgg, reindeer sausages, moose sausages, and all things stereotypical of the Nordic countries. Every booth had a flag to represent the food and drink they were serving. The Norwegian one served the usual and what was probably a decent fish burger, at least judging by the smell, in addition to Akevitt. The latter was left well alone, both by me and Natalie, I did suggest she try it, but she wisely decided against it.

Angela joined us and we eventually left the market and made our way around the neighborhood, found some food and in the end ending up at a Burlesque club that had just opened. Angela knew a guy there and they technically had not quite opened yet, but he let us enjoy the luxury of a heated room. There was no show at the club currently and upon making our way inside, we found circus memorabilia which included various clown things. So Natalie left, partly because of this and also because she was knackered and wanted to chill on a couch and nap.

When we got home to Angela’s apartment I took it upon myself to write a politely worded complaint to DHL regarding their tardiness on delivering my camera, the second such complaint I had made to them. However, this being a Friday evening I did not expect a response before the following Monday.

Saturday was another fun filled day, Angela and I had lunch at Shakespeare and Son’s then roamed around looking for some hard to find ingredients needed for the Christmas dinner she is hosting on Tuesday. We ended the day by going to see Thor Ragnarok at an awesome quaint independent cinema and got home right around 1 am. I almost immediately went to bed awaiting a new day filled with fun and adventure.

I woke up, put some clothes on and there sitting on the table was a package and Angela just said, Merry Christmas… DHL had three trucks outside the apartment so I was not the only one that would be pleasantly surprised this day it seemed.

But the camera had ARRIVED. I had two packs of film ready to go, and now I am out and about in Berlin itching to use it.

I’ve already taken three shots, one of which was given away. One to test the camera in Angela’s apartment, two at Shakespeare and Sons because DOGS.

So after a small period of waiting, in which plenty of fun was had, I now have a Polaroid camera again…

I continued my urban sightseeing now armed with a working vintage camera, I was happy.. then I saw an awesome couple on the U Bahn and asked if I could take a photo of them, because while a Polaroid camera is awesome, stealthy it is not, so to avoid awkwardness I asked, I pressed the button and the picture came halfway out, so I needed to pull it carefully the rest of the way. They then asked if I could take on for them as well. Which I did, this one did not come out at all… rollers had jammed.

I finagled it out carefully, but it seemed like the motor for the rollers had died… A diagnosis that was later, sadly, confirmed.

I slinked back to Angela’s apartment to ditch the now-defunct camera, blaming the couple for asking me to take another picture… post hoc ergo propter hoc. After a bit of pouting I sat down at my usual hangout in Berlin, Shakespeare and Sons, found another Polaroid Spectra on eBay listed for a bit cheaper and then ordered it promptly. Because despite the disappointment of the camera failing, it was a joy to use and felt awesome to have again.

This camera will be delivered to my address in Norway, and it was cheap enough that there will be no import tax on it.

So the saga will continue…

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