On the road

HALLO!

On the evening of the 20th we left with Heikki and Petteri from Hansaterminaali, Helsinki, to Rostock, Germany. We were sure that first of all we wouldn't fit all our luggages with and secondly that we'd miss the ferry. Anyhow, we were wrong in both cases. The ferry trip took 26hours but it went fast. All we did was eat, sleep and enjoy the free wireless (ah, thank god for that). When arriving to Rostock it was already late and dark. We had decided to drive to Hamburg for the night but we had no accommodation. After refilling the gas tank and our tummies (at Burger King which Petteri ever so loves and I ever so don't) our journey towards Hamburg began.

Weirdly we seem to have three great navigators, since we made it to the center of Hamburg without any problems - nor maps. We had searched for hotels from the Internet but everything had said to be full. Of course we couldn't believe it could be so and drove straight to the Etap hotel situated right next to the, hmm what adjective should I use, "interesting" Reberbahn. Our luck was that all hotels really were fully booked. Etap hotel thankfully had the kindest receptionist who gave us a discount ticket for a parking hall. He said it wouldn't be safe to leave our belongings in the car but we had no choice.



After leaving our car to a parking hall that looked fairly safe (full of expensive cars) we left for a visit to the exciting streets of St. Paul, Hamburg.

I won't start describing what the first thing we saw was when we entered near Reberbahn but you can probably guess what it has to do with. Mum and dad, no need to be worried, we are safe and the trauma's we got aren't anything we couldn't handle. The second thing we saw was a fight. Blood fight. Didn't look too good and won't start describing that too much either. I had been to Reberbahn before on a Sunday in 2007 (?) but the sight was nothing compared to what it was yesterday, a Saturday night. Yes, we saw those famous girls with the tightest and smallest clothes and fanny packs on their waist, the druggie punks, crying girls, fights, sex shops times 128479153 but also the streets were full of normal german youth going out. Those roads, though, wouldn't be the places I'd go party.


After a lot of travelling (despite all the sleep on the ferry) we were very tired so we went to sleep. As you may remember, we couldn't get a hotel room. I think I've written enough, and as is said "a picture says more than a thousand words", first night on exchange:

xoxo,

L2L