Pit-stop at the docks

This morning I had the privilege of introducing my 7 week young son to the Hamburg Fischmarkt. Even if he slept through it all, his senses definitely picked up the wind, the tantalising aromas and the funky atmosphere.

Before you scrunch up your nose, know that this is a Fischmarkt with a difference.

It contains everything from Rasta coffee to live bands. For a full low-down on all this marvelous market has to offer- check my post from 2 years ago- Reggae Coffee at the Fish Market.

When the weather gods decide to shine happiness on the harbour, Hamburg is priceless. More so a sunday morning by the water, diving deep into a Fischbrötchen.

Here’s us- baby, dad and mum- making a pit-stop, fuelling up on Milk, Alsterwasser (Beer + Sprite) and the sun- not that mum needs it! 😉

Tip to those going to the Fischmarkt- instead of the usual train, take the boat there. The ticket is the same as for the train.




Now, now, what do Reggae, coffee and the Fish market have in common?! Sounds like a rather unlikely trio.

Enter Jessy Greaves.

Give me a minute brother! Let me set the scene very quickly before my readers scoff at your beloved trio.

Come Sunday morning at the Hamburg harbor and life is bustling with energy. The stragglers from last night refusing to go home, bring the party to the Fish market. There are live bands, food and drink until the gong sounds at 9:30am and then you really have to go home. Most have celebrated the night away at the Kiez or the Reeperbahn which is the rather famous or infamous (depending on which side of the world you’re opining) party street of Hamburg.

Those that are not red-eyed but with sore-throats and flushed cheeks are vendors at the many tiny kiosks selling vegetables, fruits, clothes, hats, chocolates, fish and plants. As the clock inches towards closing time, their prices drop and their offers get more generous. Of course, they claim, the offer’s only on because they are in a good mood and feel like being nice to you.

The chaos and color of the Fish market immediately appealed to me as a stark and vivid contrast to the general German orderliness and quiet efficiency. What a delight!

Then comes someone who defies all rules of conventional German markets. The Rasta man and his sinfully energizing Barista. Jessy Greaves markets his coffee like never before. His customers are treated to soul-searching, pulsating reggae tunes blaring from his cart while sipping steaming hot coffee and being enthralled with his antics. An unsuspecting lady found herself twirling in Jessy’s arms to the beats of Buffalo Soldier just as she leaned in to figure out what he was proclaiming to the mountains and tree tops and ships at the dock- “Lecker lecker lecker!!!” (Tasty, tasty, tasty!)


“Lecker” describes not only the coffee and this amazingly spirited man, but also the mood that catches on like wild fire once Jessy decides to turn on his charm. A startled man was asked “ Hast du Angst von dem schwarzen Mann?” (Are you afraid of the black man?) To which he quickly replied “No Sir!“ and Jessy bellows out with laughter saying- “But I am!”

If you’re in Hamburg early on a Sunday morning (5:30am even), you must visit the “Fischmarkt” and smell the aroma of the Rasta Barista!

Reggae is among my favorite music genres and as I let myself be swept off in a trance of Rasta happiness, I pumped fists with Jessy and sang along to say Thank-you. Floating away on my little cloud I suddenly realized how contagious we are to each other. Happy or sad, you do pass it on. Is your mood worth catching?