Tired and cold, we returned home for left-overs and a little visit with family. Then out to play glow-in-the-dark mini golf with a sister and sister-in-law. It was fun and silly and we played with language. I learned a lot about German and my friends learned a lot about how similar English is to German.
After lattes, we headed out to Hamburg's famous party street called The Kiez (pronounced "Keats"), which is near the infamous men-only (seriously!) street, Herbertstrasse. Yes, human trafficking and the exploitation of women is alive and well in Hamburg. It's rare to find equality in the sex shops and lap dance bars in The Kiez: it's mostly women being regarded as sex objects by men, never the other way around. Glassy-eyed and stony-faced women stood on street corners waiting with fanny packs around their waists, glowering. It's legal and they are licensed but they sure as hell didn't look happy. We walked down just to see this "world renowned" part of the city and then went for cocktails at a low-key pub-restaurant called The Joker. Snacks, water and wine, some girly drinks and good conversation was how we spent our evening in The Kiez. I sure know how to party!
This evening was a great way to really be an ordinary Hamburger and not a tourist. We took the bus, the train, and the bus a lot. I will really miss having an efficient rapid transit system when I get back to Winnipeg. I told my friends about the Weakerthans's song, One Great City and they really liked our attitude of kvetching about our town but still loving it.
Happy New Year's day!
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