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I again work up earlier than my night activities really should lead me to. I was wide awake again at 7:30 and again no worse for wear. Today i was leaving Copenhagen for Hamburg, so I packed up my stuff, ditching my jeans because I really can't see me needing them, it's much hotter than I was expecting and it's only going to get warmer from here on out as I go south. Anyway, I packed up and went on down to the communal area for a coffee, the hostel makes a damn decent one.
I then set off to forage for food. Annoyingly I had just ran out of money, the day I leave. Damnit. Now I faced the pickle of whether to and how much money to get out of an ATM when leaving that country and currency behind? I decided to get out 100DKK which is about $20. I bought some strawberries and sat on the fountain in one of the main squares of old town Copenhagen. I took my pack off and sat next to it nibbling away and people watching. It was lovely.
I then set off for the train station, enjoying the walk and being more than a bit sad to leave Copenhagen behind.
Now the reason I mentioned exactly how much money I got out of the ATM earlier is that I am actually rather proud of this achievement. I managed to spend all my DKK without want of any extra. With carful selection I am left with no dead change and wanted for nothing. I am proud of my micro budgeting. :)
A breezy train journey, the highlight of which was when the train went on the ferry. That's right, the train comes off the tracks and onto the ferry to make the crossing, then othe other side it is out right back on the tracks. Pretty neat.
I was well prepared with a screen capture of the map and directions to get to my hostel from the station, lever my iPad promptly went flat. So I took it slowly and just sort of winged it on an exit. Hamburg was cool in that first instance. There was music playing and it seemed to have a lot of soul. So I just relaxed and looked around, not worried yet about how to find my hostel. I looked up at the high buildings. And right there in giant lettering up high, "generator hostel". Ahh, okay. Well that was easy.
Or so I though. True it was easy to find the hostel, but finding it doesn't do you much good when they have cancelled your booking. I had asked to cancel the first night of my booking (because if the Dubai shenanigans - I really did need that extra day in Copenhagen - so cancelled one night in hamburg. Bt they had cancelled and booked out my bed for both nights. Sigh. S e bitch is there in my bed right now.
They pointed me in the direction of another hotel which I started walking towards then thought hang on, is this even a hostel. So without an Internet connection (I spent a while walking around looking for one) what ensued was a series of text messages home to my amazing incredible mother who read some reviews and reported back to me.
While I was waiting I went for a stroll and watched some people. There were buskers and an evangelist with a crucifix preaching in German. No idea what precisely he was saying but I got the gist.
After that a HUGE and stressful walk across hamburg to the hostel. To find. It booked, but the guy informed me that they have another branch just down toe road. So again I walk, as I came closer I had note the look of the area. Bit industrial. Turns out it is the red light district, very popular with the bucks night fellows. I discovered seconds after booking into an 8 bed dorm. Oh oh. But I qued up again and inbred about changing t a smaller room, however there was only one other person in my room, so I decided to stay.
It's really not a hostel in the sense that the danhostel in Copenhagen is. This is more of a place to stay, big groups are the majority and the majority is by far Germans. S it sort of loses that international and open to sharing vibe. It's not a very friendly place so I've come to terms with the idea of an early and quiet night. Well, it is already 9pm but the sun is still a shinning.
I looked up and found then walked to a donner kebab place near by and snarled this giant dish. Man, I just remembered I had only had strawberries and a crossie early that morning, then done a load of walking with my pack. I should take a moment to say though that my pack really isn't bad. It's nicer without it sure. But it is not such a hindrance. And very bery manageable.
I met and chatted to my one roomie, a guy from London and was still pretty okay with a quiet night to rest up for Berlin madness tomorrow.
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