The maiden voyage
Trip Start Feb 02, 2010
97Trip End Feb 02, 2011
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It was such a pleasure to staying with Daniels family
So now, after making our maiden voyage with Nina, we are safely Munich, very cold but satisfied to have finally covered a distance with her. Felix did so well, I’m proud of him, he rode so well, in snow and ice and traffic. Nina went well too, I still don’t trust her entirely yet. She still stalls unexpectedly sometimes, though Felix and her are working on that. When I see her go a bit further with out a single problem then I might trust her. She is actually parked illegally at the moment on the footpath. After much discussion with many Germans and still no conclusion about whether or not it was legal to park a motorbike and the footpath and if a side car was classed as a bike or a car we talked to a parking inspector, who had just handed out a row of tickets, and he confirmed, it accepted to park a motorbike on the footpath if there was room but not a motorbike with sidecar. Nina is parked on the footpath outside the apartment of another couch-surfer, trying to hide among the other bikes and scooters, hoping to not be seen and fined.
We are staying with a lovely girl Julia, in her tiny flat. There is the main room, which is used as the dining, lounge and bedroom, the kitchen is in a little alcove about one by two meters. The bathroom had just enough room for a bath toilet and sink. It is very nice though. She has a green theme, some strips of green stripy wallpaper and green curtains. I think if Julia had been at Steiner she would have loved it
Last night, our first night in Munich, we went with Julia to a Couch Surfing meeting at a Bock Beer festival. Bock beer is also known as ‘strong beer’ because of its dark colour, thickness and high alcohol content. According to one Hungarian Couch Surfer, it was brewed during lent when the monks wouldn’t eat meet. It was meant to give them the extra nutrients they were missing from no meat. I’m not sure if the high alcohol percentage was a deliberate or they just found it in there though ‘oh well that’s a nice bonus’ After taking the tram in the wrong direction and getting off at the wrong train station, we made it to the festival twelve minuets before the bar closed
We left the festival and went with Julia and three other to another bar. Apart from the pleasure of meeting and spending time with some very nice people there is not much to report from the rest of last night.
This morning we went to Louis, a motorbike superstore and Felix bought heated hand grips for Nina. Felix was experiencing massive pain from getting cold hands while riding. We didn’t expect how hard it would be to fit them. The man in the shop told us to use hair spry to help them slid on then stick in place. We decided to try with out. First we stuck the wrong one on the wrong side, and used electrical tape to try to make it fit better. After an hour or more of trying to fit them we realised we just needed to get the hairspray. Unfortunately we had to cut one of the old grips off, so we couldn’t put it back on, couldn’t get the new ones on, so we couldn’t ride to a supermarket to get hairspray. So we started walking, very soon we found a very nice hairdresser but he wanted fifteen euros for a can of hairspray
We spent the afternoon walking round Munich, mainly looking for an army shop to buy some ponchos/tarps and a wool shop. We met a man who gave us directions; it was like he was out of a movie, the way he asked, good looking, maybe about thirty with some stubble, standing on the street smoking a cigarette. We also found a lovely neo-gothic church or castle, I tried to sneak into the pay toilets but a lady caught us and Felix paid up. We bought some wool and saw some band doing a public concert at some Free Tibet gathering. All in all it was quite nice, but so cold. We even managed to find our way home on the train by ourselves.
I’m totally addicted to Paul Dempsey at the moment, I’ve been listening to the few songs I have of his everyday and making Felix cross by singing them all other times, it’s become my soundtrack to the first part of this trip. I’ve been very conscious of what songs remind me of places since I was very young but I realised how nice it was to have songs remind you of special places rather then just the bend on the end of your street when I was talking to someone who told me how one band reminded him of being in Scotland because he had listed to them a lot when he was there walking around castles. It was a story that really stuck with me. Anyway, there is some crappy personal jibber jabber…