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Hey, Bremerhaven, Remember Me?
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I woke up this morning to find that most people in the 25-bed dorm had already lft for the day. This was odd, I thought, since so many people had come in so late the night before. Hanburg is appently quite a party city and Germany's self-proclaimed "Capital of Lust". I honsestly ignore information such as this for every city I am in. Partying is all good and fun, I know, but I would rather exhaust my time and energy by day, when I can explore thge splendours of the city without the luminous glow of incandescent streetlights. I can get drunk with a room full of strangers anywhere, really. And I would prefer not to do it in a country where I speak little more of the language than the numbers, hello, goodbye, please, and thank you.
Anyway, where was I? I woke up and checked out of the hostel, and had one more walk around the streets of Hanburg, and went to the Hauptbanhoff. Somehow, I failed to grab hold of a Hanburger while I was in Hamburg. For one, they are not as abundant as you may think, and secondly, I was never in the mood for one badly enough to encourage the quest for one.
Train stations are usually a good place to pass time, and the Hanburg Hauptbanhoff is no exception. I went into all of the stores, backpacks slug acrodd my body as I tried on shows and parfume. I have become rather good at waiting for trains these past few weeks.
I had to sit in the smoking section of the train becasue all of the seats were full, and there were no reservations. It was aweful, but it was only for an hour. But I watched one woman smoke three cigarattes in that hour. Amazing. Sadly, amazing.
I transfered trains at Bremen, and it was another half hour until we got to Bremerhaven. I had one of the girls at the hostel in Hamburg write down dirsctions to the hostelm and I stared unhapily at the paper as I read that I needed to take a bus.Without a doubt, it was confusing, so I asked a woman next to me (in German!) of she spoke English and how to work the bus ticket thing. That worked out just fine, and I was sure that I could get to my destination easier this time.
I entered the bus and told the driver where I need to go. He didn't speak Engllish very well, but I think I got my point across and he said "Yes. Gesundheit....(insert inaudibl German here)". I asked him again and he again said "Gesundheit", so I said ok and walked away assuming that he had just blessed me or something. A few stops later, I went up to him to make sure he would tell me where to get off. He responded with a yes and a kind smile, and I felt reassured. That is, until we drove past a stop called Gesundheit. His instructions suddenly dawned on me, but I was so late in figuring this out, that I had to follow him to the end of his route anyway and catch another bus back to the right stop.
The stop was not on the street that I needed, but I just decided to walk down the largest street and I very hapily found the hostel at the end of it, thank goodness. It is quite nice here, and I even managed to get my own room (for a very modest price) that has a table, two chairs, a lamp, and a wardrobe. It also affords a nice view of the sunset from the large window. I find the privacy relaxing, but also a bit lonely. Mostly I'm lonely becasue I'm surrounded by people who speak a different language than I do. I'm normally pretty talkative, so you must be able to imagine how hard it is for me to be so self-contatined for so long.
Anyway, I went out for a bit and found an internet cafe, so that was nice. I also went gorcery shopping and then went back to my room to enjoy some peaceful solitary dinner.
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