Pleasure and Business – Currywurst Nacht
In this adventure…
- Pleasure and Business Mixing things together (again)
- Off to Heathrow
- Cathay Pacific Lounge and the American Airlines Lounges
- AA47 London Heathrow to Chicago O’Hare, Main Cabin Extra aboard a 787
- US Immigration Adventures
- Intercontinental Chicago North Michigan Avenue
- Deep Dish Pizza fun
- Travel Technology: Canon 40mm F2.8 STM with a Canon 100D
- Hyatt Regency O’Hare
- Back to O’Hare, British Airways Terraces Club Lounge
- BA294 Chicago to Heathrow Airport in World Traveller Plus
- From pleasure to business, BA Galleries South
- BA962 London Heathrow to Hamburg in Club Europe
- IBIS Budget Hamburg
- Currywust Nacht
- Back to Hamburg Airport, Hamburg Airport Lounge
- BA967 Hamburg to London Heathrow in Club Europe
- Pulling it home
- My calf muscles hurt…
During trade shows, I get tired quickly. Combine that with a mixture of jet lag – its a nasty combination.
After finishing my first day at Aircraft Interiors Expo, I had a whole evening of writing and checking planned (whilst the Crystal Cabin Awards were in full swing).
What happened instead? I ended up asleep in my hotel room at 6pm and didn’t want till 9:30.
But I was hungry. I needed substance, and I was in Germany. Therefore, there was really only one place to head to – the Hauptbahnhof. Why? Open shops, a supermarket and Currywurst.
Currywurst you ask? A German delicacy. Sausage in Ketchup, with lots of curry powder added. We can argue about the origins of currywurst all day, what sausage should be served with it, and why a tinful of curry powder isn’t enough – but that’s besides the point.
I was hungry.
So with my brain not exactly awake and functioning, I headed out of the hotel and to St Pauli U-Bahn station.
My timing as usual was on point – as football club supporters had just come out of the stadium.
Thankfully, the supporters were well-behaved – always good to see. A U-Bahn train turned up, and the train packed out.
A 15 minute ride later (with the train getting increasingly packed), it finally arrived at Hamburg Hauptbahnhof.
It may had been near 10pm at night, but the Hauptbahnhof was busy.
A busy regional train service
An ICE1 finishing up for the day. How can you tell it’s an ICE1? Look at the domed restaurant car.
I crossed the station via one of the platforms, as I wanted to hit Edeka first, then currywurst.
In case you don’t know where you were.
A short walk – and Edeka was in front of me.
This Edeka is good for some late night typing snacks, as well as Mezzo Mix. Mezzo Mix I hear you ask? Think Cola and Fanta combined. It’s not disgusting. It’s rather drinkable actually.
Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.
Whilst I was heading back to the other end of a platform, I was approached by a gentlemen who was lost. Not drunk, but actually lost. With his minimal English and my even more minimal Cantonese – I worked out he was trying to get to Breman… and he was truly lost.
Naturally – I did the only thing I could do – and helped him out. I took him to the DB kisosk, and used my best GCSE German to ask when the next train was.
A grateful person sorted – I could go back to my primary main objective – currywurst.
There were other catering options in case I felt like not having currywurst. For example, the king as making some interesting offers….
But no, my heart was set on Currywurst. And there was a currywurst store.
The shop sold more than currywurst – but that’s not important.
€3 lighter, and I had my dinner – Currywurst mit brot.
Eating it is simple – use the fork to shovel it in the mouth, or put some on top of the bread for a crunchy texture… and use the bread to mop up the sauce. Simple, effective and filling.
And did the curry powder give a kick? You bet. Best sort of currywurst.
With the shopping done, and currywurst warming my insides, I headed back to the U-Bahn station and caught a U3 train back to St Pauli.
Next train to Schlup!
The train itself was quiet – the fans gone, and the last remnants of the world trying to get home or where ever they needed to get to in the evening.
Another 15 minute ride, and I was at St Pauli again, in time to see the lights go out of the Hamburg Dom fair for the evneing
Fuelled and ready to go, I flipped open the laptop keyboard… and typed.
Next: Back to Hamburg Airport.
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