As I mentioned in my Hamburg post, there was a time when I was stuck in Bremen for quite a few days. I say quite a few because Bremen is pretty small. The aftermath, however, took a bit longer to clear.
The pilot announced, halfway through the flight, that we had been the last plane out of Irish airspace. As I landed, I saw that there was an earlier flight to Bremen, which I decided to switch to, as my friends were flying on that one. This was at the time that Ryanair was cool about changing flights if there were spare seats, mind you.
Having paid zilch, I was allowed to board the flight. I seem to recall that the pilot also announced that we were the last flight to leave the UK not sure if this may be a figment of my imagination. We landed, waited for some friends at the tiny airport and we went into town, checked into the hotel and went for a beer. As I sat down, I noticed my phone kept on buzzing. I reassured them and proceeded to enjoy the rest of the evening. I guess you can imagine what happened on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday⦠yep.
We were well stuck. Every morning we would take the tram to the airport and come back to the hotel before we went elsewhere for the day. But before we did that, we spent time finding more about the town we were in and visiting its main sights.
Bremen is a pretty old town with vast history. The harbour is considered part of the Bremen state. Today, the city hosts thousand people and is majorly west wing. There are two parts to the town. The ugly, busy, questionable Hauptbahnhof area and the beautiful, charming, Altstadt, the old town. Distance from one part to the other? The Altstadt is crowned by the beautiful Marktplatz.
