Nothing too exciting to report from yesterday. I travel the trains like a mofo now. Although, my first connection was 30 minutes late, so I missed my second connection by about 1 second. If I were quicker mentally I could have seen the train to Hamburg just in front of my face and thrown myself on board, as the doors were closing. I would like to do that once, but sadly, this was not that time. Instead, I watched the doors slowly shut, the train pull away, took a deep sigh as two and two finally came together, and then I waited an hour for the next train to Hamburg to come.
My friend, Izaak, was waiting for me at the Hamburg central station. I actually just met him officially this past summer, even though we possibly had some classes together in college and we overlapped employment at the same ad agency for a time. He lives in Hamburg now and is acting as my official tour guide.
When I got in last night we dropped my bag, checked out the free methadone clinic (kidding, but there really is one here), picked up a couple of beers and went on an unofficial walking tour of Hamburg. You can drink on the streets here, so that's cool. We stood in the middle of an old bombed out church from WWII. Checked out the harbor and ate some fish sandwiches. And then we admired the anatomically correct "undercarriage" of a centaur. Crazy Germans.
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