Hamburger Dom is not a cathedral, but a huge funfair at the end of July. It’s full of people, mostly young people. But no, I am not going on any of the rides, I am not going to white stripe. It’s like shaking a bottle of ketchup with a loose lid, your cardiac sphincter can open (at the entrance to your stomach) and whoosh.
We run down the steps to the waiting train at St. Pauli U‑Bahn station, no time to buy a ticket. Two stops to Sternschanze, change to an S‑Bahn train and alight at the next stop Dammtor where our hotel is.