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Wednesday, September 14, 2005

to hamburg
After returning from the GP to Liege I bid Vanessa, Laurent and their hometown farewell and headed back to the train station for 8 hours of Liege to Hamburg hell. The day's GP activities and a taxi ride that resembled a police chase had me in dire need of some sleep. Ok, so it said 'sleeping car' on the paperwork, but what I really paid the extra 10€ for amounted to a shelf with an old pillow. In addition to that, I was tired and frustrated and stressed about losing my worldy posessions of 2 bags whilst I slept on a.. ledge. I ended up wedging the gear as best I could under my feet and knees. This in turn gave the strange sensation of having a lot of blood at the top of my body, and little at the end, not the ideal way to sleep. Somehow, I managed to get myself and my goodies to Hamburg without screaming through stress or falling off the 'shelf'. Once there I staggered around a little, put my bits in a station locker, and took a bus tour of the city and waited to make contact with Frank in Kiel. I also had to contend with a lady in a public bathroom who was against my decision of brushing my teeth in a public area, she finally relented, argh. By this stage I was sick of inner cities and train stations and having to pay 50c to use the can. I needed my own wheels, and luckily they were just around the corner.

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