I uttered in disbelief at my good friend, Bente, as I picked up a whirling dildo. I held it out to avoid being smacked in the face and stared bemused at her as she giggled naughtily. I met Bente in New Zealand in the Kiwi Experience bus in Christchurch where her blond curls first appeared in my vision as she cussed the bus driver in her German accent for being late. Classic German Trait If she had the guts to do that, I knew we would get on famously. Spending 10 days together in our small group we explored the rest of South Island before heading through to Auckland where I bidded farewell to her.
She made me promise to visit her hometown of Hamburg and yet here I am. I know I would be. Just an hour before, I landed at Hamburg airport in the early morning, bleary eyed from no sleep that night from London.
My flight was at an awful time of 6. So after being greeted with a mouthful of blond curls at the arrivals gate, Bente decided she needed to perk me up. Dropping my bags off at her place, she swiftly took me to a sex shop on the high street. This one was big enough to fit a Tesco Extra Superstore. She succeeded in her mission. Laughing mirthly, I chased Bente with the revolving contraption and we spent a hilarious time repeating titles of DVDs that lined the walls that had a variation on original films β Good Will Humping was the least offensive.
I probably started to get freaked out at the bondage techniques and gags on display so a swift exit was made not before giggling at loved up couples who indiscreetly tried to purchase their daring items.
This is German. Flickr Photo by FatihZengin. But this got me thinking about my stereotyping of German people. I imagined them to be extremely private with their lives particularly their sex lives. That truly was not the case. I just needed to go to the other end of the spectrum. They are extremely liberal. Later on, that night I would pass by on the same street and they were advertising sex shows a plenty to make Russell Brand blush.
