Hamburger Dom, August 2016.
In the beginning of August I went on a short trip to Hamburg with a close friend, Katrine. I drove to Fredericia to pick her up from the train station and then we drove three hours to Hamburg (stopping at an outlet on the way – because, shopping). We stayed at a pretty ok hotel just a few meters from the metro and Hamburger Dom, which we wrongly assumed was a cathedral for some reason (cathedral in Danish is ‘domkirke’). We hadn’t googled anything about Hamburg, so we knew absolutely nothing when we got there.
The first couple of days we mostly went into the center of the city, looked around, got lost. We ate dinner at a horrible Mexican/cowboy themed restaurant a few times because it was just around the corner from our hotel and we even waited in line for the Hamburg Dungeon just to be told after 45 minutes of waiting, that there wasn’t an English tour until Friday. We chased second hand stores, walking for what felt like half a day before having to turn back, because the place where the store had been had literally been torn down. We saw an explicit exhibit at Deichtorhallen’s House of Photography, which was great. On the fourth day of our trip, we realised that the hotel we were staying at was on one end of Reeperbahn, Hamburgs red-light district and party center. As you can imagine, we felt kind of dumb for not noticing sooner. So of course, we dressed up and went out dancing all night. The music was shitty and the drinks were pricy, but it was one of the best nights of my life.