No one has air conditioning at home, or even at work for that matter. The S-Bahn turns into one big stinking cesspool of a sauna during rush hour, never mind the U-Bahn which is way worse.
The boiling hot weather is a natural driver to prompt you to race out of the city. Like all good Germans, we flock to the seaside to claim a beach chair and plunge our bodies desperately into a chilling Baltic Sea. The simple act of staring out the window also garners plenty of entertainment โ watching the lush green hills fly by, spotting animals racing through the fields, and having this general feeling like your train is the single animate object careening through an otherwise serene and peaceful landscape.
It works for all trains, regional, and the ICE. Regional trains run more frequently and involve two to three stops. They are also booked far in advance, so hot tip folks โ book your hotel, Airbnb, or whatever as far in advance as possible. I wish my travel blogging life was as glamorous as half the blogs out there would like you to believe. I paid with my hard-earned cash and stayed at a place that was at best, meh.
Seriously, if you want a good hearty German breakfast, head elsewhere. I opted for some grilled cod, with a small salad, and fried potatoes. As it was a hot sunny day, I also paired it with a small German beer. After the yummy lunch, I headed to the canal and began walking toward the beach. Even during the first weekend in June, it was hard to navigate through the massive crowds here. You can also choose from one of several companies that offer boat excursions around the harbor from here.
It was getting hot and I needed something to cool me down and what better than a refreshing mojito? I stopped by an oddly themed Cuban bar for a quick drink before moving on again.
