Mercure Hotel Munchen am Olympiapark
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... the Xmas markets. Have never seen so many people at a market. It was like getting out of the stadiums at home after a cricket match - shuffling along trying to make your way forward. Thousands of people out on the town - with gluwein( mulled wine) stalls everywhere. So we had to have some!! Had a welcome dinner back at the hotel- half the group are Aussies, a few from US, Singapore, Sth Africa. ...
... the bus was crowding into my lane, so as soon as the light turned I floored the accelerator to avoid getting squashed and was through the turn before the bus driver ever got the bus in gear, which earned me a standing ovation from the two winos and the pigeon on the curb.
Rebecca's comments: Okay, NOW you all see what I have to deal with while traveling with these two clowns! Munich is gorgeous and lively and ...
... quite close to the door. Lovely. The bathrooms were full of girls primping and preening, straightening and curling their hair, slapping on their make-up and generally going to quite the effort to get ready for the day. Everyone was wearing a version of the traditional dress - the dirndl, but some were much classier than others. In fact, I felt positively prudish next to them!
We scoffed a quick breakfast and just made the 7am bus and were very glad we did. The ...
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No More Gas lighting - Wait for the Rooster
I force my brother and sister to wait until the bitter end - as a kid, they were assistants, actively engaged in the family "gas lighting" of me - "there is no rooster that flaps his wings and crows at the end, it's your imagination" - I was kidded relentlessly! Needless to say, we stayed until the bitter end to see the rooster crow!
ALOIS DALLMAYR - Foodie Nirvana
... especially given the first beer wouldn't be served until 12noon. However, deciding to take our own advice and harden the **** up, we trudged off to the showgrounds for our first taste of O-Fest - and, Oh, what a delightful lingering taste it would impart. Choosing to miss the inevitable cesspool of drunk Australian cock-heads at Hofbrau (you thought Bali was bad...) we lined up at the less-touristy Lowenbrau tent. The unforgiving wind bit at our bare, quivering ...