Okay dudes, where were we? Right. We arrived in Hamburg on Saturday morning, pretty much totally exhausted. The first thing I decided on was to get one of those hop on-hop off bus tickets. I thought it would be like my own personal taxi. That sort of worked out, except the English translation of the tour definitely lacked. The guide would go on and on in German, continually interrupted by applause. This would be followed by a ten word English explanation. Like “Deutsche Deutsche Deutsche Deutsche Deutsche Deutsche Deutsche” . “English.” . (Am I even spelling that right?)

Oh well. I got off the train the first time in a neighborhood called St. Pauli. You know, like the girl? Well as far as I could tell, a St. Pauli girl is a stripper or a prostitute, cause this neighborhood made the worst parts of Nevada look classy. Yikes. Weirdly, just a block or two off the main drag, there were cool record stores, cafes, ice creamshops, etc. I stopped in for breakfast at a place. Then I ate breakfast. Good times.

I wandered around a fair amount, but the battery on my camera died, so I didn’t get to take as many photos of this part as I would have liked. Then I found a hostel that, though it didn’t have any vacant rooms, let me take a shower and freshen up. That saved me. I got back on the bus, toured around some more, and it was good. I kept trying to find a hostel that had an open room, but there was only one that was rather far away and like 80 euros. Gross.

So.. I think I’m forgetting something. Oh well. I left Hamburg late that night, or early the next morning, depending on whether your glass is half full or half empty. Luckily, I got some half-bad photos to share.