May 26, 2007
Jun 10, 2007
Once we got to München, we enjoyed our day as best as possible (it was raining and we were dead-tired). We went into a few churches, had some raspberry cake in a cafe, and then I watched Klemm have a beer in a proper bierhaus. We ended the night at the hostel bar, where an American patron was doing some atrocious dancing for his friends and later came up to me and said, "I don't know why, but these people are diggin' my moves." He also asked me for some weed then kicked his broken beer bottle across the floor.