Ich bin ein Hamburger

Ok, so I’m feeling a wince at the incorrect German but for comedy effect, it’s staying.  Having felt quite chuffed 10 years previously at the end of my German language G.C.S.E exam I thought a holiday would be a great way of seeing what I remembered.  After a series of awkward hand gestures and fading at the 3rd syllable of incredibly long words I quickly realised my Deustch was the wurst.  Fortunately for me, the friend I had gone to visit spoke German fluently and was able to help clear up my car crash of sounds.  Thank you kindly Amazing Miss Alice.  I had the pleasure of meeting her lovely little hamsters – Hannah and Sophie – in a previous post, you can meet them too if you follow the Amazing Miss Alice link.

 

If you thought my holiday in Hamburg was just a jolly, think again!  We spent lots of effort on moseying, kicking back, hanging out, mooching and swinging. And drawing.  Don’t forget the drawing.

 

My first picture of St. Marien Cathedral was a bit of a warm up, which is why it looks representative of the leaning tower of Pisa opposed to a cathedral…

domkirche cathedral

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hand cramp and numb fingers told me it might be a good idea to head inside.  Pew numbers and a stained glass window took my fancy –

stained glass window at st marien cathedral   biro drawing of pew numbers at saint marien cathedral

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Whilst drawing the window, I was lucky enough to be treated to the organist’s practise time.  The dramatic music penetrating every bit of my head made me feel like I should have been in Mordor or something but I always manage to leave my Ring at home, dammit.  I couldn’t decide whether an elf leap or a hobbit waddle was more appropriate but I made my way to a good view of the dwarfed musician.

 

dwarfed organist playing at saint marien cathedral

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It was truly incredible; the sound of the organ filling every corner of the cathedral, filling my head, every space as I walked to the door and into silence.

 

Well, the relative silence of outside.  I later drew the train station Hauptbahnhof (a few stops down from Hasslehof):

main train station in Hamburg

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the spire of St Georgs as viewed from Hauptbahnhof:

st georgs spire

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally in Plovdiv, or nnoBANB as it looks to me…

I suppose I’d been lucky to not encounter rail works before now.  I was looking forward to a straight forward train journey when I was told to get off, get a bus and get back on the train further up the track.  The bus journey was actually a great way to see more gorgeous scenery as we snaked our way over the mountain, one turn so sharp that the bus had to essentially 3 point turn to get around…  I did start to wonder why they had a train station where I got off though, it was at least 20 minutes by bus to the closest clump of houses, so seemingly in the middle of nowhere.

After an hour and a half wait for the next train – where we were surrounded by strays trained to hear someone think of opening a sandwich from 30 paces – I got off the train and tried to find the exit which was a little tricky considering all the normal train station type signs had been obliterated by signs for all the shops that were in the underpass.

Now at the hostel, after having had a little wander and about to take advantage of the free food offer they have here (win).  Later I hope to meet up with someone I was introduced to via Couchsurfing so will be good to see the place with a local.

Dibovo train station bulgaria