I’m not particularly a huge fan of the various ham options. Honey glazed, spiral cut, boneless or bone-in, none of them are really quite my thing. But a trip to HAM seemed like just the way to celebrate Easter in my strange and travel-addled mind. And so it is that I find myself sitting in the Newark Presidents Club, enjoying a glass of wine and preparing to spend 26 hours in Hamburg, Germany.
I’ve managed to book a reasonably cheap room that doesn’t involve sleeping in a plywood box, and I have also found a couple decent online resources for planning a short trip to Hamburg. The best I’ve seen so far is a two-day trip and I think that I can squeeze a lot of that into a single day and then just sleep the whole flight home.
I’m most excited about visiting the Fischmarkt, the weekly Sunday morning fish market that has been operating since 1703. The market kicks into gear between somewhere around 4-5am, and after a long night of partying that seems to be where folks head to grab a nice brunch and one last drink before collapsing in a heap of sleep. In my case that heap will be seat 16A of the flight home, so I just might manage to make it out through the night for the party.
Oh, and the other reason I’m making the trip (as if I really need one) is for the miles. Lots and lots of miles. The double EQM promotion is still running and I’m going to pass a half million lifetime miles on Continental with this trip. Just a few more years of this fun and I get status for life. Good times!
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