Hamburg is an interesting city. But in general it was a giant reminder not to travel with too many girls and that travel companions, like room mates and boyfriends must be chosen with care. Just because you adore you’re friend that doesn’t mean her bossy boot nature won’t drive you slowly insane until you wake up in a mental institution handcuffed to the bed.
That didn’t exactly happen but my patience certainly wore thin until I said with a false smile that one of companions had a thing called “fucking free will” and if she didn’t want to do something to say so and go do her own thing. Because just saying “oh really you would want to do that? really? you’d enjoy that?” is patronizing. There is no point in trying to be liked by only giving your opinions in passive aggressive ways. Sometimes I feel like I’m in high school. In general I love everyone here but when you’re thrown together 24/7 everyone tries to be tactful over honest and it’s tiring. Just cut the crap and save us all some time.
Wow that was an unexpected rant.
I do have to say disliking only 3 people out of 55 is pretty lucky. So most of the time it works out well. I certainly improved my travel relations in Gothenburg by going with Aussies. If they didn’t want to do the same thing, they nicked off. Easy peasy. Damn I love an Australian.
The service is pretty shocking here too but I tend to accept it when I don’t speak the language. I have English-speaker’s guilt.
I was happy as hell to get some weisswurst. Just thinking about them makes me hungry. Weisswurst is a sausage you eat with mustard. It’s from Bavaria (an area around Munich) so I wasn’t expecting it here and frankly I was feeling bitter about that. So when I found it in the first cafe I went to, it made my day!
We were really lucky that Hamburg was having a festival the weekend we arrived.
Market stalls circled the lake and we slowly made our way around eating chocolate strawberries and drinking capirinhas. I have to say I love the German habit of offering several chocolate-covered strawberries on sticks at the markets. One really is never enough.
The beautiful weather really made this a fun day. There were live bands all over the shop and I’ve decided every band playing outdoors needs one old crazy guy dancing with his arms and legs flailing. I swear there was one at every stage. We were lucky to catch a rockabilly act called Pfeffer while we were wandering around. I love 50s/60s rock n roll and it was awesome being able to hear it live. They were pretty damn good too. One of their songs ‘In the Ghetto’ is still playing in my head when I walk around Brabrand (since I apparently live in the ghetto). Unfortunately it’s only the title line that’s playing on repeat so I’d really like a different tune now!
After their act we wandered around before heading to Tapame. A tapas restaurant that was soooooooo yummy. I’ve falled in loved with tocino (bacon wrapped dates) they are incredible!
The cocktails are bad either.
All in all…I am now officially hungry!
I’m off to get a feed!