I visited the fish market dozens of times early in the morning on my own behalf and as a tour…read moreguide. There are two ways of experiencing it:
1. The "night owl" principle
In a drunken state: then you proceed through, freeze yourself in the morning in wet and cold weather and still find everything cool: the live music in the old fish auction hall is booming, you make fun of the barkers and bask a little in it to be seen as "the walking cliché" by the sober tourists who are carted up in endless columns of buses. A procedure that I used to like to practice, but which I can no longer hold out today.
2. The "early bird" principle
When sober: get up at night and join in early in the morning; and look at the whole drunken bagagé from the corner of the eye of the sober, well-rested person. Two contrary states of aggregation so close together. That too can be an experience. I like to use this variant with my older guests and when the opportunity arises, I also combine them so that I can pre-order and pick up the feed animals for my snakes from my small animal breeders.
In the meantime, the fish market - despite Aale-Dieter and all the other typical barkers - has become a market like any other. With themed T-shirt stands, leather goods dealers and travel agents who can polish your car, sharpen your knife, your miracle tonic and the like. want to bring to the man. For some years now, the market has lived more from its cult and image than from the uniqueness of being fish market in Hamburg at an inhospitable time. Need to go there? Unless you're keen on 5kg biscuits, a giant bag full of already shrink-wrapped fish, half a dozen potted plants or a bast basket with kilos of fruit - all at a supposed bargain price and in an amount that nobody can use anyway.
