Hotel Am Dammtor
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... It warms my heart to know how our safety is prized onboard. The rigging points did indeed fail the subsequent weight test...yes, that's right, the point that had, up to then, been carrying our combined weight of 150kg.
And so, as I ran off-stage to rinse out a small piece of ship infrastructure that had fallen from the welding into my eye, I was still thankful and praying that we'd get the all-clear before my final potential aerials performance. Let's go out with a bloody bang.
... thanks to Annette, and we all really enjoyed the show.
There were clowns of course (we couldn't understand them but I’m sure what they said was funny), amazing trapeze artists, a roller-skating act that took me back to my childhood, a guy who could do some truly jaw-dropping juggling with soccer balls, a love story on a square of parallel bars between three guys and a girl, again taking me back to my younger years, a couple of strong men wearing jocks ...
... sure if it was Hamburg or not as there wasn’t anything written in English) looked prior to, during and after WWII. Quite an impact on the senses to see the devastation caused by the war, very sad. It is hard to imagine how anyone survived, let alone rebuilt the towns and cities.
And the last section was the hugest miniature world I have seen, there was so much to see that ot was impossible to take it all in. My favourite sections were the airport where we saw ...
We are in Hamburg, yay, a much anticipated stop on our trip and today didn't disappoint. We missed Mali and Holger (who claims to be Mali’s real Dad, tut) this morning as we had a bit of a sleep in, but had a lovely quiet morning sitting around the dining table and chatting with Annette (who claims to be Mali’s real Mum). It was quite funny to see some of the same mannerisms that we have grown to love of Mali and realise where they have come from.
Once Mali was home ...
... was studying abroad there and so when she went back to Sweden, three months later he took off there to study. It was suppose to be only 4 months, but it became a year. I love stories like this; you have to chase what you want.
Monica and I both took a nap. All of a sudden we woke up and people were moving. The train was dark and I heard we were on a ferry and had to leave the train. So disoriented we both got up and followed the crowd off the train and up the stairs. ...