Hamburg. I'm not sure what the name instills in you, but from other travellers, the name suggested the Reeperbahn and erotic stores. Yes, much like the name Amsterdam. I arrived Saturday afternoon to use Hamburg as a pit stop before Denmark. So all I saw of the city was an incredibly large statue I believe dedicated to Wilhelm in the distance, and the famous Reeperbahn red light district. It's less like Amsterdam's "laze back and enjoy the fumes" than a european Las Vegas. Lots of lights, lots of strip clubs and sex shops, lots and lots of restaurants and pubs. I sat at a restaurant and just watched the crowds for a few hours. Somehow luck was on my side as a man probably in his forties asked to sit at my table when all the other chairs were taken. It turns out he's a kind of real estate mogul from america who owns over 800 sites in europe. Well off. He was pleasant conversation and wound up buying my dinner. Then he melted back into the crowds. We never exchanged names, it was rather nice. I had to hurry back to my hostel then, because it had a curfew.