How did we get there? Are we gone already? How did we leave? What did we do?
We had very little time in Hamburg, only 20 hours, thus this entry will be short and, hopefully, a little sweet.
There was nothing too memorable or exciting about Hamburg that could be worth a compelling retelling. So, my friend and foes, I will give a pretty standard itineraristic (Booyah!) story. We arrived at our hostel at 9, lovely place, clean, nice beds, friendly, what more could you ask for (cliche!)? Went out to eat, we did next, had a pleasant candle light dinner, is what we did. Decent food, decent beer, good friendly folks, a good spot. Did some internet stuffs, went to sleep in the best bed of the trip. Had a tough time waking up the next morning. Next morning checked out, asked our concierge what to do for 5 hours next. Boat tour, he says. Okay, Boat tour, we say/ We go to harbour, pay for Boat tour, walk around. See, look, sun sparkles off turbulent water there. See. Get back in time for Boat tour. Tours us around harbour (english spelling!) saying more things in German than our English audio guide. Look there. There's the oldest.... There's the newest.... There's a container ship that.... There's one more... two... three... five.... It got cold. We lost interest. A bit disappointed. Ready for museum, we were.
Went to the largest museum in Hamburg, did we. It had old master, new masters, modern art, contemporary art. Old masters: did not see. New masters: said, 'ooh I like that,' 13 times. Said, 'Idig it,' 3 times. Modern art: 'Whoa,' I said 4 times. 'Cool,' 2 times. 'I like that one,' 15 times. Contemporary art: 'I really don't like that,' 7 times. 'Is this art?' 23 times. 'That one is okay, I guess,' 3 times. There were paintings. I looked at them, many with serene and pretentious deliberateness. There were sculpture, I feigned interest with my my arms crossed across my chest. There were po-mo and pre-mo and mo-mo and mo and no-mo and new-mo and nouveau and I looked at it, I looked nearly at it all. Then I sat down. I was ready to go. We go. We go then to the Lion's den. To Berlin.
We go to Berlin.
This is an adventure.
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