The Grim Reeper

Hamburg

Faced with a few hours to kill here on my way to Budapest I've decided to head along to the Reeperbahn. Admittedly a dreary Sunday afternoon may not be the best time to see it, but dear me it's a right dump. Like the worst bits of Amsterdam only without the canals and pretty girls and with added dirt and grime. The only place I can find that isn't some kind of strip bar or porn cinema is a Lidl surrounded by down and outs drinking white wine out of cartons, and the place I'm sitting in now which is a curious internet cafe/betting shop full of sweaty middle aged men watching Chelsea against Man United. Maybe I'm only being down on the place because I've just found out St Johnstone have lost their third game in a row, and I'm sure the whole area comes alive at night, but I'd still rather not stay to find out.