Run Log: The first of this mini bit of blog about the German tour runs. Running in Berlin along the line of the old wall is surprisingly beautiful. Fascinating, resonant, and flat.
After a breakfast buffet that included prosecco (naturally), we head from Berlin to Hamburg. Hamburg, Germany's Bristol. Nitty. Gritty. The big Port town with all the art leaking from its oily underbelly. If Berlin is hip, Hamburg is authentic. Like that. The gig tonight is at the Mobile Blues Club. A giant trailer that's been converted to a bar and venue.
Except, that, unfortunately, a wall of armoured vehicles and hundreds, yep, hundreds, of riot-squad officers in full kit between the venue and anyone wanted to get to the venue meant that, unfortunately, the gig was cancelled. Ladies and Gentlemen, it's May day in Germany, and our little venue was right at the heart of it.
Really, it was all very well-behaved. A thousand or so kids in hoodies half-shouting speeches, followed by polite clapping and the occasional whoop. A german anarchist rap. A crushingly intimidating over-presence of police. And us, standing to the side, waiting until it was done with so the four tanks blocking in our tiny rental car could let us out.
Also: This night we slept on a boat. There was no water or electricity, so you had to pee over the side, in the dark, which was a bit frightening at night.
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