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Well I am sitting here in Allmendingen reflecting on the last couple of weeks over the festive, holiday season. After our time in St Anton, we made our way back to Ehingen and then over to Stuttgart to watch the VfB Stuttgart team vs Paderborn at their home ground, the Mercedes Benz Arena. This was a 15th v 10th game which certainly opened our eyes …
We then went back to the hostel and went to the hostel bar, where I continued my beer challenge with a Franziskaner, a white German beer.
I got back to the room and got a message from Lea, the girl I had met in Dresden. She invited me to the dormitory party at her uni. I set off, convinced that I would get lost as the bar was in the basement of a university halls block and not advertised. Miraculously, I found it no trouble! The good news was beer was just ...
... You": the Queen musical, at 7:30. The show was easy to follow despite the language barrier, as the plotline wasn't very creative or out of the ordinary. In a rather Orwellian dystopian future with an overdone 80s flair, a couple of misfits break away from the oppressive, brainwashed society controlled by the killer queen. They encounter some other misfit rock and roll fanatics who make endless classic rock puns and finally all ...
... standing around doing nothing in that last hour which was really annoying.
The castle itself is impressive, only built in 1869 (and still with many uncompleted rooms), it truly is something straight out of a fairy tale. After the tour ended, we rushed to get back to the train station to catch the 5:05pm train otherwise we would be waiting a whole hour for the next one. We made it onto the train with a minute or two to spare and 2 hours later, we were back in Munich. A ...
... of lunch break!) He proceeded to chat us up, digging into who we were, teaching us about the Oktoberfest, telling us a little about himself, all the while clinking steins and saying "Prost" to us every 30 seconds or so. Most of what he said was in German, but apparently I become fluent in understanding it after a few sips of Oktoberfest beer since I grasped practically every word coming out of his mouth, laughing my head off at his "jokes" as Michael looked on puzzled. "How ...