Hamburg Party

After a short flight out of Tel Aviv, I land in Hamburg Airport in Germany,
take a train into town and meet my friend Gregor, who made the trip out to
greet me from Bremen.

Gregor: Hey Man, what's up?
Me: I have stories to tell.
Gregor: Want to party?
Me: Sure

And so begins the partying, we head to the Reeperbahn in Sankt Pauli, the red-light district which hosts a lot of bars, head into the seediest looking one, drink a shot of something potent, head to another bar, give all of my belongings to a bartender to stash behind the bar and proceed to party the night away.

At 5AM, the first train is running to Bremen and so we quit partying, take a
train to Gregor's house and sleep the night away.