Miniatur Wunderland — Where It All Began
After a good night’s sleep, I started the morning with a lovely breakfast at the same little Italian restaurant where I had eaten the previous evening.
Some delicious Bavarian ham, fresh crusty bread and cheese. A splendid way to start the day!
Today was rather special, because I was finally going to visit the place that had inspired this entire adventure — Miniatur Wunderland.
I could have taken the subway, but it was a beautiful morning, so I decided to walk the roughly two kilometres through the centre of Hamburg.
It was a very pleasant stroll, eventually bringing me into the magnificent old red-brick warehouse district where Miniatur Wunderland is located.

The buildings themselves are quite a sight, and I was already enjoying my visit before I had even reached the model railway!
I made my way up to the ticket office on the second floor, where I was told there would be a thirty-minute wait before I could enter.
Now, normally a half-hour wait might be a little disappointing, but there was a very good reason for it.
The organisers carefully limit the number of visitors inside at any one time, so that the exhibition doesn’t become too crowded and everyone has a reasonable chance of seeing the displays.
And there was a rather nice bonus.
While waiting, visitors could help themselves to complimentary tea, coffee and cold drinks in the little restaurant.
Very civilised indeed!

So I settled down with a drink, knowing that in half an hour I would finally be seeing the model railway that had started me planning this enormous journey.
When I finally entered the exhibition, I was absolutely captivated by the sheer size of it.
I had watched videos and seen photographs, but nothing quite prepared me for seeing it all in front of me.
And it wasn’t just the enormous railway layouts that impressed me. It was the incredible attention to detail everywhere I looked.

There were thousands upon thousands of tiny figures, particularly in the football stadium, where the stands were packed with miniature spectators.
The amount of work involved in creating such scenes was almost beyond belief.

But one of the things that really caught my attention was the remarkable road vehicle system.
Tiny cars, buses and lorries travelled along the roads, negotiating junctions and stopping at traffic lights just as their full-sized counterparts would.
Even the smallest cars had working brake lights and indicators!

They stopped correctly at traffic signals, waited their turn and then continued their journeys.
It was extraordinary.
As someone who has spent many happy hours building and operating model railways, I could appreciate just how much thought, engineering and patience had gone into creating all this.
The attention to detail was simply astonishing.

very real looking electric cables in South America
Knuffingen Airport
But without a doubt, the most impressive part of the entire exhibition was Knuffingen Airport.
This was something quite extraordinary.
Watching the aircraft being prepared for departure was almost like standing beside a real airport.

There was even a working, arrivals and departures board !
A tanker lorry would drive up to an aircraft and refuel it before moving away. Then the aircraft would taxi out towards the runway, following the markings and stopping where necessary.
And then, accompanied by the roar of jet engines, off it would go!
No sooner had one aircraft departed than another would land, taxi along the runway and make its way towards the terminal.
It was mesmerising to watch.

The airport markings, taxiway lights and runway lighting were all reproduced in astonishing detail.
Everything seemed to work together, just as it would at a real airport, only on a very much smaller scale.
I could have stood there watching the aircraft movements for hours.

Every 15 minutes, night falls and hundreds of thousands of LEDs light up and make everything seem even more magical.
And the airport wasn’t the only place where things were happening.
Elsewhere in the miniature city, fire engines raced through the streets to attend a burning house.

It was these little animated scenes that made the whole exhibition so fascinating. There was always something happening, and something new to discover.
One particularly clever exhibit was a model of the very building I was standing in.
Looking through its tiny windows, I could see an even smaller version of Miniatur Wunderland inside!
A miniature Miniatur Wunderland within Miniatur Wunderland!
I wondered just how small they could make it before needing a microscope to see the trains!
I had travelled to Hamburg especially to see this exhibition, and it certainly hadn’t disappointed.
In fact, it had exceeded all my expectations.
A Paddle Steamer on the Harbour
After leaving Miniatur Wunderland, I made my way down to Hamburg’s famous harbour.
Here I found a rather unexpected attraction — a stern-wheel paddle steamer that looked as though it had come straight from the Mississippi!

I decided to take a harbour tour aboard her.
The interior was beautifully fitted out and very elegant, quite unlike the modern sightseeing boats I had expected to find.

It was a lovely way to see Hamburg from the water, particularly after spending the morning surrounded by miniature trains, cars and aircraft.

A Soviet Submarine — and a Few Naval Memories
Back on dry land, my next stop was something completely different.
Moored in the harbour was the U-434 submarine.
Despite its German-sounding name, this was actually a former Soviet Tango-class diesel-electric submarine, now preserved as a museum.


I took this photo whilst on the harbour cruise
Having served in the Royal Navy many years earlier, I was particularly interested in having a look around.
During my naval days I had spent a short time training aboard HMS Resolution, one of Britain’s nuclear-powered ballistic missile submarines.
I remembered Resolution being cramped enough, but this Soviet submarine was in a different league altogether!
Getting through some of the compartments and passageways was quite difficult, and I managed to bang my head a couple of times along the way.
Not exactly designed for comfortable sightseeing!
It certainly gave me an appreciation of the conditions in which her crew must have lived and worked.

Hamburg — Forty-Three Years Earlier
Walking around the harbour brought back memories of my first visit to Hamburg, way back in 1975.
At that time I was serving in the Royal Navy, and in true naval fashion we had travelled all the way from Plymouth to Hamburg by train to join our ship, HMS Eastbourne.

Eastbourne was sailing in company with HMS Glamorgan, and after leaving Hamburg we headed towards Rosyth in Scotland.
On the way, we even found ourselves chasing a Russian spy trawler around some North Sea oil rigs!
But my fondest memory of that visit was an evening ashore with my shipmate Jon , who would later rise to the rank of Rear Admiral.
We had become rather fed up with ship’s food and decided to go ashore in search of something decent to eat.
Wandering through Hamburg, we came across a very smart-looking steak restaurant.
Perfect!
We went inside, were shown to a table and handed the menus.
We opened them and looked at each other in complete astonishment.
On the left-hand page were photographs and prices of the various dishes on offer.
And on the right-hand page were photographs of some rather pretty young women!
I looked across at Jon.
“How much money have you got?”
“Twenty pounds,” he replied.
“Same here,” I said.
“Just the steak and a beer then!”
Forty-three years later, walking along the same waterfront, I couldn’t help smiling at the memory.
Life had certainly changed since those days.
And here I was, back in Hamburg, not aboard a Royal Navy warship but as a retired traveller, free to wander wherever the fancy took me.
With my memories of Hamburg in 1975 still making me smile, I made my way back through the city towards the Hotel Centro.
It had been a wonderful day, and my feet were certainly ready for a rest!
For dinner I returned to the little Italian restaurant next to the hotel, where I settled down with a pizza and a beer watching the world go by.

I had come to Hamburg to see Miniatur Wunderland, and it had exceeded all my expectations. The harbour cruise and Soviet submarine had been unexpected bonuses, and revisiting somewhere I had known during my Royal Navy days made the day even more special.
Tomorrow it would be time to pack my little suitcase again and continue the journey northwards to Copenhagen.
The adventure was only just beginning!
See you all tomorrow, I hope!
TTFN
Bibbley














































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































