In Grunewald, which is indeed a green forest.
As one often does, I checked the geohash location online expecting it to be very remote. It wasn't, and this was a rather free day, so of course I tried. Though I have been separated from my brave steed Sjätte, there were a couple lines of wagons (U- and S-Bahn) that could take me where I needed. Also, I decided to do be a hobbit.
I left my dwelling around 15:30. Before I could even reach the wagon stop (U-Bahnhof), a girl alerted me as to my lack of shoes. I told her it was alright. I doubt she has seen a hobbit before. As I was switching from underground to overground wagons at the Zoological Garden, I decided to take a quick bread break. Refreshed, and my hunger temporarily satisfied, the wagon dropped me off at the Green Forest station, where I took a wrong turn. This was around 16:00. I was looking for a museum by the geohash, in the hope that it would have a gift shop, in the hope that it would sell postcards, in the hope that I could accomplish the postcard achievement. Shame then, that it was only at 16:30 that I found the museum, its gates having been locked. By this point, I had realized that the guides of the sky would no longer tell me where I was (GPS failure), and that I would have to resort to the technique of old, referring to a map and counting paces. The forest was indeed fit for a hobbit, as was the other piece of bread I brought along. I was also secretly happy to have found litter there. As I was walking back, I saw a bakery and treated myself to an éclair (which I assumed was a cognate, and I was understood). Before heading back, though, I had to pay my respects to the more than 50 000 Jews who were deported from this very station and subsequently murdered. The rest of the trip went smoothly, except that my heels were starting to hurt (me, inexperienced hobbit).
Pretty treetrunks at the entrance to the 'wald
Of course, I started eating before I remembered to take a picture of it.
My "proof" is the museum next to the hashpoint.
Holocaust memorial (Mahnmal Gleis 17)
The blurriness is a metaphor for my sense of direction... but I found it eventually
See, I didn't take off my "ring" (or put on my shoes)
Notice the little Brandenburg Gates on the window
If only I'd thought to bring some picnic gear...
I hope this is Tolkienesque