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16. Lederhosen, dirndls, and an E.Coli Superbug
... It seems to me that Bavarians are not as conservative as they might like to believe. After we had enough nude spotting, we headed back into town where we happened upon the Munich Streetlife Festival - a festival about green living, environmental friendliness and climate change. It was a huge festival, turning Leopold and Ludwig Streets into pedestrian areas complete with skating, biking, and rollerblading competitions, bands, dancers, buskers, beer gardens and food ...
Dachau Concentration Camp
... before we continued to Dachau. The camp was the first of its kind, built in the 1930s and was used as a model for numerous other concentration camps across Germany and Poland. This was not an extermination camp, but needless to say many people died here and it could definitely be considered a death camp. Dachau was built to hold roughly 5,000 prisoners but in the middle and towards the end of the war it housed around 30,000. One of the first and biggest influx of prisoners ...
Prost! from Munchen
... but was weird for us. I kept expecting to get arrested or something as we were walking. We got to Marienplatz on the S-bahn and walked to our first brewery, Paulaner. We had a half litre wheat beer there, which was kind of cloudy and a bit sour. It was very different from the first one but still good
The second place we went to was the most famous brewery, the Hofbrauhaus. The beet hall was pretty much what you would think of when you think of German beer and all that ...
Last Day in Munich
... what they were "really" seeing as much as creating a new way of looking at the world.
We stayed at a nice hotel at a perfect distance from the tourist area. It took us all of 10 minutes via the U Bahn from Marienplatz to the hotel. We managed to get our bearings when we arrived. We even met up with a friend of Paul’s mom whom she met at a school Anne attended in England a few months ago. Ingrid was delightful! We had coffee ...
Playing catch-ups
... his jaw in the process. The night went on, more drinking challenges. I aced most of them.... then I was robbed when he awarded the championship to his mate from back home!! During this stage, I taught a few backpackers about “kick-on” when I suggested we go and kick-on after the tour finished. So “kick-on” we did. Until roughly 50 hours into my day, I started to nod off in the pub. The amazing thing was, I just ...


