I woke up slightly grumpy today as the Chinese guy next to me had been snoring all night, which infuriated me no end. I went down for the breakfast in the hostel, which also infuriated me as it was gash.
Not to be downhearted, I checked my iPad for things to do in hamburg. Hold on, there's a massive Beatles museum here?!? JACKPOT. I was excited for the first time since the bananabar. I got my walking legs on and took on the trek to the museum. Who knew the Beatles lived in Hamburg before they made it big? Certainly not me! The museum was excellent, particularly one story of how George and Paul put a condom on a nail hanging from a wall and set it on fire, thereby getting done for arson. Those jokers!
After the museum I went for a long wander, and ended up at the harbour where the boat tours were leaving from, so thought I might as well go on one. In my typical British arrogance I assumed the tour would be in English, it is after all for tourists. WRONG. The entire thing was in German and I didn't have a clue what the guy was saying. Still I went for a jolly on a boat for an hour so it wasn't too bad.
It was getting near tea time so I went and had some more German meat (steady now). Asking for stuff without salad is becoming such a pain that I'll either have to start eating it or just pick it off myself, probably the latter option.
I retired to my room to read for a while and think about going out for a few swallies, when what can only be described as a Latina goddess entered the room and bagsy'd the bed next to me. Cha-ching! Maybe Hamburg isn't so bad after all!
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