After 3 solid weeks of gigs, I’m in the home stretch with one final show tonight at “Moments” in Bremen. Nearly every evening has consisted of finding a venue, tracking down some dinner, setting up gear, playing, selling CDs, tearing down gear, and driving home. The nice thing about having a home base ‘flat’ in Bremen is that each night I’ve had a place to come back to and get a good night’s sleep. So since I’ve basically been living here for almost a month, I’ve gotten to know the city a little bit.
I’ve taken public transportation nearly every day for the past two weeks. It’s the first public transportation I’ve used where you pay for and receive your ticket from a machine after you get on the train and just hold onto it (honor system). I was definitely confused the first time.
I won’t soon forget the greasy (delicious) lamb wraps (called Doner?) from the Turkish-owned kiosks. One time I ate one and was full for six hours. That never happens.
I’ve run to the bank to get my change converted to bills, to the post office to send postcards, the electronics store for a SIM card and batteries, and the grocery store for food . ALDI here has daily fresh baked bread.
There’s a touristy area in Bremen called the “Schnoor” and I busked there yesterday afternoon for a couple hours. A guy stopped and sang the first verse of “Wonderwall” with me.
There are bikes everywhere. There are bikes in the bike lane, bikes in the street, and bikes in the sidewalk. Long story short – watch out for bikes. I’ve met lots of people who don’t own cars and just take the train if they need to travel far.
There’s a strong history of counter-culture in Bremen dating back to the ’70s. For this reason, graffiti plays a symbolic role in the city and, at least for the most part, is left as-is and not painted over or washed off. Last night I went downtown with Joe and Boubacar and took a few pictures of graffiti here and there in the winding Viertel neighborhood.
So Bremen, it’s been good getting to know you.
And that’s my 2 cents worth.