Running In Hamburg And Shit Talking To Seagulls.
I got to Dusseldorf. I stayed in a shit hostel full of loud and drunk cunts. It was no fun. I had to stay on the top bunk in the dorm which made for much misery the next morning when I couldn’t get down the ladder. I was stood on the second bottom rung for 20 minutes and the bedframe was shaking violently as if Godzilla was fucking a 747.
My electronics were totally out of power so I didn’t get out for a run until I reached the next city.
I’ve been in Hamburg for the last two nights and it has been a little cold for my liking. The city centre is beautiful but the Reeperbahn is a miserable fucking shithole. I went out there this morning for a walk and a drugged up lady was walking down the street with her jeans falling down her ass and she was screaming abuse at fuck knows who.
Running has been great though. I found a route around the Alster which is scenic and full of other runners.
I’ve lost a lot of my inhibitions on this trip. I’ve been trying out my shitty German confidently and if I don’t know a word I will make one up. I’ve been shit talking to seagulls in central Hamburg with a shit Scottish accent.
I am trying to have fun in my own stupid way. Fun for me before was getting blind drunk and staggering around like a twat. That was not fun. That was like being the living dead.
Now I just try out goofy shit to amuse myself. It is likely to get me stabbed soon but I don’t care.
I still get troubled by thoughts of drinking when I look into bars. I get frustrated when I see people sipping their drinks. Part of me thinks “You’re not drinking fast enough. Hurry the fuck up!”. And that part of me is the alcoholic.
I’m moving on to Berlin tomorrow for 3 nights which should be great. I’m staying next to the Tiergarten and it should make for excellent running. I really want to see some war shit and a few pandas. I’ve never been to a zoo in my life when not hungover. This is the truth. The first zoo I went to was Berlin Zoo when I was 25 and I had 5 litre steins the night before.
The next day I found out Knut the Polar Bear was dead.