Hamburg is a fantastic city, in the true city and fantastic term. Not far behind other world cities, mixing his old pompous with modern architecture, giving it a strength, a life that not all can boast. A city of pirates which is reinvented every day!
For dinner, Daniel showed me the Blockbraü, opposite the Elbe, with a superb terrace and a good beer. Nuremberg sausages with cabbage and beer tastes like heaven in early evening.
The view for the harbor, very industrial, very mechanical, marine, like any great platform should be, at dusk, with a reddish sun reflecting on brick and glass buildings, gave him a unique atmosphere, making it difficult to match. Following dinner beer still followed other after other, there in Blockbraü and in St. Pauli.
St.Pauli is a street where there is everything imaginable through the night: restaurants, bars with live music, strip bars, "red neon" bars, adults films cinemas, sex shops, art galleries with erotic themes, a steel installation in memory of the Beatles, etc. etc ..
I went to a very fancy, very fashion sexshop with worthy shades of best Venice carnival and bodices to remember Marie Antoinette. Beside, an art gallery with paintings of various authors who create sex scenes. Tourists and more tourists from various backgrounds of the globe, and it was noticed, with several experiences of it.
After this "sexual adventure," the only I must say, I went to a bar that was called "Indian Cowboy", which was full of pieces, guitars and posters to remember hard rock. The band was on stage had a look middle-aged guys, living their younger years: Harley t-shirts , jackboots, head scarves, sunglasses, earrings, playing Fender. The music? U2, Eagles and a few commercial hits. In fact, the people who really like Harleys have a taste a little doubtful; right Drew?!
The return to the hotel was underground, listening to the German version of "Ó Joana," from Marco Paulo. All people laughing and expense of it, I met Christiane, from Jena, making the evening more enjoyable for a few minutes.
The hostel ... has that style. I did not see or hear anything that was waiting. In fact, I had the best pillow trip and the breakfast this morning was very good. Speaking of breakfast, all that room appeared to have been taken from a film: red and purple velvet chairs, antique furniture, Edith Piaf on the sound system and, next to me, a couple: she blonde and too high, he was short, dark with a mustache to remember Hercule Poirot!
During the day was hot and sunny, 17 ° C, but interspersed with rain at lunchtime.
I walk through the city, the port, the monuments and churches, the canals and the lakes abound of swans, ducks and geese. So much life, so much color, architecturally well framed. By grandeur of the buildings I felt small. Hamburg is a vibrant, cosmopolitan and fancy city. I entered in art gallery to see Roy Lichenstein and other pop artists, see the latest news and products from Originals and went to a shoe store to see customize Hunter and Dr. Martens.
Want an advice? Go there, worth a quick getaway.
Last year, when I went to the Cross Egypt Challenge, I loved (very much!) swimming in the Red Sea. It isn`t a "continent to visit" but it is a spot on the map, an emblematic location of great beauty that separates Africa from Asia. We had three steps ended on the beach and before the sun set, it was mandatory to put the feet in the sand.
It's Friday and I´m leaving Loba office.
With everything set up for August: Singapore, Australia and a few days in Switzerland, we must consider what to do before and after.
After 15 years dedicated to the four wheels, winning several national titles and won many races and pole positions, João Rebelo Martins will dedicated in 2015 to two wheels.
Yesterday, at the end of the day, once again, i went to sleep a nap before dinner.
Contrary to what has been usual, today rain flashed down and therefore the trip was very wet. Before leaving the hostel put the rainsuit, to doesn`t get soaked. It looked like a sausage but at least it was dry.
With the rain and especially with the very wind that was felt - I got to ride almost 45 degrees in the middle of the highway - had to change the travel plan. So instead of going for Odense and cross the longest bridge in Europe (so they say, but I always suspect when they tell me "the greatest anything" or "the best in the world"), I went for Rodji, saving 140 km and can prevent further complications. That was Friday route. At the races I always knew that to win you need to end; Here, in order to write the adventures later in the day, rested in the hotel, I have to get right to it. So in the name of security, I changed the route.
Yesterday, after writing the text, having a nap and showered, went out to dinner. I went to a terrace but, over time, the cold was increasing, and so I decided to sit inside at the counter. On the wall, the poster of 1971 Barcelona 1000 Km, with the silhouette of a 917. The employee told me it was just great racing fan and had two Peugeot 205 to go to the track-days. It isn`t difficult to imagine that we are talking about almost all dinner.
With an hour late - the hostel was full of technology and home automation but as always, there has to be a human hand and that hand was needed to open the garage door where was the bike - I left Lund and went towards Helsingborg . On the highway, the little more than 50 km, free riding.
I went up to the castle tower and had the perception of the importance of sea control - Denmark is in sight, just 20 minutes by boat - from ancient times.
I crossed myself with hundreds of motorcycles, Harleys and other Choopers, resembling the Vikings; and we are on their land.
The statue of the mermaid, on my eyes, look good framed with the boy of Brussels dick: it is so small that disenchanted the lowest expectations.
Last night I ventured even for a Danish typically bars outside the tourist area. But the night ended up in the hostel bar,drinking beers, chating with Laura - Colombian and social sciences teacher - and the receptionist, who had kid's face but had lived 18 months backpacking through Asia.
Today the sun awoke to make us smile. Despite the cold, the golden rays felt very well, making the trip much more enjoyable.
With this, smilling, I came to Malmo. What a pleasant surprise: the city is much more interesting than ever could imagine.
Here is the famous bronze sculpture of Carl Fredrik Reuterswärdv in an appeal to world peace.
The church, though austere and have taken a recent restoration (World War?), It is quite beautiful with a lower chamber with mortuary chapels of people of other important times.
Hamburg hostel was on the outskirts and had a bunk bed with a horrible mattress. He had set the alarm for seven-to-five was already awake ...
It was its size that caught the attention of a group of Germans who traveled to Sweden in its Maxi-Trail. "It's not too heavy?"; I let it fall, when we stopped at ferry and they helped lift can, of course, assess whether or not it was heavy. With that I got company on the journey to Copenhagen.
Shortly after passing the border the rain appeared and quickly gave way to hail. One of the Germans shot out by the edge of the highway while trying to stop the bike. It was a sign and time to wear the rainsuit.
On the street I was approached by two UNICEF boys to make themselves known to the organization. One was Nepalese; He was very touched when I asked how was his family ...