Yesterday Olaf, Werner and I took a walk around Hamburg. Click on the pic below to see the album.
Maybe it was because I had had a couple of beers already, but the funniest damn thing happened to me in the bathroom of a bar Olaf and I were in this evening. After finishing my business, I went to wash my hands. As I reached for the button on the towel dispenser to spit out some paper, all I heard was a long mechanical “whrrr” sound. Clearly it was empty, but I pushed the buttton again 2 times, only to hear the dispenser start to play Dusty’s Springfield’s “Wishin’ and Hopin’“.
And no, I am not kidding!
Been working in Hamburg the last few days on a project for my friend Olaf. It is funny being back here, as it was the last major Western country I was in before beginning my long trip around the world. Everything seems so familiar and yet slightly of another world at the same time. The otherworldyness is due in large part to my inability to understand much German at all. I should really commit to six months or more here to try to learn it, I find it really interesting. The days have been filled with working on the project, and the evenings with wonderful meals, conversation, tv or movies, and drink. Since I don’t have easy access to a gym, I have been trying to get back into my yoga, and I can’t tell you how difficult it has been relearning touching my face to my knees and giving salutation to the sun. And speaking of the sun, I must be very far north indeed, because it is still light out at 10:30pm every night. One loses the sense of time a bit, not being used to daylight taking up so very much of the day.
This cracks me up. Arriving at the Hamburg airport, I pass this charming little glass smoke house reserved for all those that just HAVE TO smoke. Olaf tells me that especially in the mornings, there are a fair amount of people shoehorned into this tiny, smoky, smelly room, and they come out of there looking rather unhappy.