The Anonymous Widower

A Few Hours In Hamburg

I got to Hamburg about eight in the evening and my first priority was to get a hotel. It was a new hotel by the station and I booked for two nights.

Hamburg Station

Hamburg Station

The hotel was a disaster, or more likely the weather was, as my meter was showing 32°C and 70% humidity. I had to wedge the window open with my shoe and that just made the room hotter, as the air outside got in.

When the Tourist Office opened at ten, I was outside and got myself a free map, after a breakfast of orange juice and coffee, as true to form, there was nothing gluten-free in the station.

The map wasn’t the best, as it was far too large and was gradually disintegrating in the heat and humidity.

Hamburg's Street Map

Hamburg’s Street Map

As the picture shows, it was impossible to hold with one hand. Luckily there were a few decent signposts and maps.

A Map In Hamburg

A Map In Hamburg

Eventually, I found my way to the impressive Rathaus.

Hamburg's Impressive Rathaus

Hamburg’s Impressive Rathaus

I had heard of a restaurant called Rudolph at Hafen City, that did gluten-free pizza.  If this was as good as those in Munich, then this looked to be worth investigating for supper in the evening. The Internet entry said, that it was near to the U-bahn station. So I went into the U-bahn, quickly and easily bought a ticket and then spent thirty minutes wandering underground trying to find the platform for Hafen City. If I sometimes find Green Park and Kings Cross stations bad in London, they have nothing on the Rathaus station in Hamburg.

Eventually, I didn’t get tpo Hafen City, as the station hasn’t been built yet. So was this a case of “We have ways of getting you lost!”.  It was also so unlike Munich, where things the information systems seemed to work well.  But I also had a good map from the hotel.

It was then that I said that I should cut my losses and move on. So I went back to the hotel, packed my bag and then returned to the station, where I bought a ticket for Amsterdam.

June 20, 2013 - Posted by | Food, World | , ,

1 Comment »

  1. My great grandparents lived in Hamburg after WW1 until the end of WW2. They were found at the end of WW2 hiding in the basement of a bombed out building by the Salvation Army and brought back to London. My GG mother died in ’54 and my GG father about 5 years later. Being German they spent both wars in the wrong country. He was locked up in Stobs Camp during WW1 and forced to return to Germany on release but, having spent so many years in London, they were thought of as English in Germany.
    In don’t know Hamberg too well, but I imagine it to be a typical northern German city with industry, a port, and mixture of old and new buildings. Certainly from your picture the rats appear to live well (only a poor joke).

    Comment by John Wright | June 24, 2013 | Reply

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