24 hours in Munich. Minus one hour getting lost en route to my hostel. Here’s what I did with my remaining 23 hours:
23 Hours in Munich
- Walked around the English gardens and witnessed surfers literally riding a wave created by a dam under a bridge.
- Visited a concentration camp.
- Ate roasted pork and drank a half liter of local German beer.
- Took a picture with a German woman in traditional German attire, yielding a giant pretzel.
I arrived at Munich’s main bus station to once again realize my directions were backwards – seriously, what is wrong with me?
I pass a few impressive architectural designs, debate going into a museum (for. 002 seconds), and then draw upon a crowd, looking down at the river.
I join the throng of people, and realize I have stumbled upon the famous Englischer Garten surfers! Excellent! I watch the surfers ride a dam-created wave, and head home, deciding I’ve seen enough of Munich, for today.
The next day, I meet up with Martin, my German squash partner, scuba diving buddy, and friend I studied with at UT. Martin was not only nice enough to take the 7am train into Munich, but he came bearing gifts of chocolate and cake – he knows me oh so well.
Martin and I join the Dachau concentration camp tour group (or, a random walking tour group…not entirely clear) and head off, as Martin alternates between speaking German to me, and English to the locals…hey, switching languages must get confusing.
After the solemn morning, Martin and I cheer ourselves up by food tasting at the local market, followed by a traditional Bavarian feast.
We meet up with Martin’s friend, Rory, to share a beer, sauerkraut, and a roasted pork elbow. I take one bite of the pork elbow, decide this is just not for me, and happily eat my oxen.
We get our bill, where we notice the beer is cheaper than the coke, and Martin quips, “Welcome to Germany!”
After downing a pint, I head out for my journey to Garmisch, which is only officially reached by train. I decide to take an alternate route…
To be continued.