Cris entered a new decade this year. A leather work bag was nice, but not quite as exciting as a trip to Hamburg to see the World Cup! I did my usual winging about getting out of this place as we got stuck on the motorway the minute we left town and had to buy a map of the local roads to try and get past the accident. We eventually made it to Pisa Airport where hoards of fans were staking up in the departure lounge, blasting songs out on their megaphones (until the airport officials got cross…). From there it was but one hop to Lubeck, supposedly a gorgeous town, but where we caught the first bus to Hamburg. Down to the Red Light district we cruised, crossing both Czech and Italian fans, and lost of Germans wearing football shirts. The Reeperbahn street where our hotel was located was the longest red light strip I had ever been down. One sex shop after the other, not to mention kinos and shows, for all tastes and needs! We met up with the boys from Geneva and thrashed the Czechs 2-0!!
No ambiance at all...
Some found alternative transport to come to Hamburg.
How many milions were spent on getting it straight?
Welcome back to la Bella Italia.
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