Who needs sleep when you've got schnitzel?
Trip Start Sep 27, 2005
14Trip End Oct 26, 2005
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After another evening appreciating German culture, I found my way back to my beloved train station. Wanting to mix it up this time, I eschewed another night in "Chez Toilet" for more upscale accommodations at "Back Corner of the 24 Hour Internet Café Suites". Not getting a whole lot of sleep, I did however manage to clear my 150-message-behind Gmail inbox.
The next morning began my day exploring Munich. The rain didn't slow me down, it only made me wet. Being fairly tired from the previous evening, I sought to find a dry patch of earth to take a well-deserved nap. It's actually a lot harder that you'd think when it's raining. My closest approach to success was at a large church
I was all set to take a bike tour of the city when I ran into Shanna and Jane, the 2 Aussies from my first night in Munich. Delighted to find each other again, we instead set out exploring and museum-ing. I pretended to know things about Mesopotamian pottery.
All cultured and ready for more, we were drawn back to Oktoberfest like moths to a liter-sized light. We met more Germans, I tried to buy lederhosen off a dude, and laughed until it was time for them to head off to London and me to get back to my train station base of operations. We swore we'd meet again in London.
My overnight train to Berlin was not scheduled until late late night so I had several hours to kill. Deciding a nap was in order, I found a nook near the Burger King, set my alarm, and hazily tried to nap. I should explain that I was not looking my best at that moment: not showering or shaving since leaving America, spending days walking miles in the rain, and just my general ruffian look left me, especially clad in my beanie and hoodie, like I was shipped straight from Telegraph & Haste
Soon it was time to wipe off my face and board my train where I could finally get some rest. Right?
Moral of the story: Finding a place to stay is hell, but food and coins rain like manna from the heavens in Munich.