InterRail 2010 – Part 1: From Bergen to Berlin

interrail 2010 part 1

I am continuing my project of curating my own Facebook photos, and this post is the first in a long series about an InterRail-trip I took during October in 2010.

 

I had just finished a year in the military, stationed quite a ways way outside of a city in the northern parts of Norway. It was cold, boring and mostly lonely.

Being stuck somewhere you don’t want to be, for the better parts of a year, really makes you want to spread your wings and experience the world.

Trading one location for many, if you like.

1 Start

I started in my hometown of Bergen, Norway.

From there I travelled via Sweden and Denmark, down to Hamburg in Germany, where I stayed for the first night.

2

I only ever saw Hamburg in the dark, as I arrived quite late and left very early, but the area around the train-station is one of the seedier places I have seen in my life.

The first hotel I tried booking a room with was very classy and nice, but I reacted to the prices there. So the man behind the desk pointed me down an alley, claiming there would be hotels more in my price-range down there.

So I found a pretty shabby-looking building which advertised bed-renting. I was not overjoyed, but thought “When in Rome!”, and entered. But when I tried to book a room the guy just stared weirdly at me, and said that I had to “go get a girl first”.

Confused, I exited the building and noticed that, yes, this was a hooker-district.

Those beds where not meant to be slept in.

I returned to the first hotel, walked across the street, and stayed at their just as expensive competitor.

 

The day after, I was pretty happy to leave Hamburg behind, and jumped on the first train to Berlin.

When I arrived, I checked in at one of those hotels where you share a room with three other people. This worked fine and was inexpensive, but I decided that after a day of travel that I needed more privacy. I could not relax completely with a room full of strangers.

After those two hotel-experiences, I stopped caring about prices, and probably lived much more glamorously than most people on InterRail-trips do.

 

 

In the next part; Exploring Berlin