I’m a little behind because Tuesday night’s festivities took a bit of a toll, I must confess. Mike Biglin and I went to the Hamburg Media Lounge for dinner and drinks (and to watch the Brazil match), and after that, we checked out the infamous Reeperbahn, Hamburg’s red-light district. Lots of sex shops and what I assume are strip clubs (no, we didn’t go in), but it wasn’t as seedy or shocking as it’s made out to be. Then again, we didn’t see everything; there’s a street that’s described as a block-long bordello that’s off-limits to minors and all women (except, of course, the ones who are working there).
We forsook the sleaze for good, old-fashioned bar hopping, and had several enjoyable conversations (and toasts) with people from all over. The night ended with two U.S. servicemen, a Hamburg resident in a Glasgow Celtic shirt and his Belgian buddy at our table. That’s what the World Cup is all about!
Sadly, wake-up time came too quickly on Wednesday, as I trudged to the Hauptbahnhof (main train station) for the 4 ½-hour trip to Dortmund for the Germany-Poland match. The morning and afternoon were not quite as enjoyable as the previous night, that’s for sure.
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