Last weekend I dipped my toes in the water that is Germany by taking a day trip to Flensburg – a small seaside town on the border with Denmark. Flensburg is famous for a few things – a handball team and Flensburger Pilsner. The trip was scheduled for the day after my date with the Vengaboys, but I didn’t think I would be too tired/hungover to take the opportunity to visit another country. Another not so correct assumption. I wasn’t going to let a hangover bother me though, so after a nap on the bus, a bit of a wander around town, a coffee (a REAL espresso from a delicious Italian place) and a bretzel, the final phase in getting back on my A- game was bit of hair of the dog.
I was keeping my eyes peeled for a bar that looked all german and traditional just to add to the experience, and spotted this gem down by the waterfront.
Being only 2pm I didn’t think it would be too rowdy. How wrong was I! It seems we managed to find all the drunks of Flensburg. The most entertaining part though, was the old seaside stereotypes of the place. I actually felt like I was in the ‘Old Greg’ episode of the Mighty Boosh, and if it wasn’t for the fact that none of them spoke English, I’m fairly sure I would have learned all about some legendary myhtical creature to avoid.
It seemed everyone in the place knew each other (although they were sitting seperately – true commitment to the drink) and we were definite outsiders. They were a friendly bunch of alcoholics, even if some of them kept forgetting we had told them many times over we don’t speak german. If the following photos don’t sum up the ‘seaside’ nature of the place, the shape of the 1 euro bottle of Flensburg Pilsner surely does: