Munich Arrival

Trip Start May 12, 2009
Trip End Jun 14, 2009

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Flag of Germany  , Bavaria,
Tuesday, May 26, 2009

We woke up early to catch a subway and a bus ride to the Milan Malpensa Airport.  After a flight to Dusseldorf and a quick layover we hopped on our Air Berlin flight to Munich. 

Buddy had already checked in so he greeted us at the hotel and it was great to catch up.  We spent the first two hours just telling travel stories and laughing about cultural differences.  I took Buddy and Chris down the street for some doner kebab, similar to the Greek gyros that we eat back home. 

After eating we went to a local bar down the street, and they hated us.  It was all old local Germans playing spades and drinking beers.  I have never felt less welcome at a drinking establishment, and the old barmaid had a glare that could freeze vodka.  We drank two hefeweizens and tucked our tails and left.  Apparently everyone in the world doesn't love 20-something American tourists. Shocking  :)

We power napped for about 2 hours and set off for the city center where we walked around and settled in at the Hofbrauhaus, an old tourist attraction that opened sometime in the late 1500s.  It is a huge room that has hundreds of travelers sipping liter sized beers, eating sausage/pretzels, and listening to polka music.  Basically about as fun as it gets.  The waitresses carry 8 beers at a time with no trays, and many have built up impressive shoulder and forearm muscles.  Very strong German women in summary. 

After quite a few large beers we stumbled around trying to find another open bar, with zero success.  Defeated we took a cab back to the hotel and decided to ask the old man at the front desk, he told us about a bar a few blocks up the street that stayed open late.  We thanked him in our uniquely slurred accents and set off to show Germany how fun America can be.  The bar was empty for the most part minus a few locals and two bartenders, but we made the most of it having the bartender translate tacky pickup lines and singing the hits that came on the radio.  We knew we needed to leave when a German man with a lot of tattoos bought us a shot, so we snuck out and crashed after making a few drunken skype calls.
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