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Trip Start Sep 15, 2006
23Trip End Oct 10, 2006
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SONG STUCK IN MY HEAD: "Get Back In The Line" by The Kinks
TIME: 11:14am, Sept. 24
PLACE: Simon's roommate's bed, Munich
LAST FOOD CONSUMED: Sandwiches from items I bought from a market in Vienna: Breadies brand Graham Geback rolls, Landjager sausages and Zwiebel-Schnittlauch cheese. Oh, and half a Milka hazelnut bar. But that was hours ago on the train and this morning I haven't eaten anything.
So, I'm missing a day in my write-ups, and since I'm starving and Munich awaits outside, I'll make this brief.
The morning of the 20th I got going pretty late after talking to an an older gentlemen at breakfast, an American named Danny who was road manager for a female-lead punk band named Boobie Trap out of Orange County, CA
In the gardens below the palace and castle I came upon a very interesting photo exhibit comparing New York City of the 1970s to what remains of Pompeii, with the photos shot in 1963. Then I meandered down, choosing not to follow the logical progression of going through the old town's many tourist traps, but instead heading for Strahov Monastery, which a guidebook said would be a good place for sunset.
I never did find the monastery, but instead I stumbled upon a tower built in the 1890s, I believe, which I had seen from the castle. I went up to what I thought was the top, only to find that that was just the first landing. At the very top there was a group of Italians having a loud and animated discussion, which Italians are wont to do, and I descended a few steps so I could have some space to myself to enjoy the view, the fading light, and the church bells.
From the tower I took a funicular down two stops and wandered some more. Then I got on a tram to who-knows-where, got off at the bridge just north of the famous St. Charles Bridge, but avoided the St. Charles as I was planning on seeing it the following day. Across the bridge there were people dressed in finery going into the Rudolfinum for a concert, and I was very taken by the lamps in front.
At that point I was very hungry, and I came upon a restaurant in Josefov (Jewish Town) called Vinarna, where I had a traditional meal of pork shoulder with smoked sausage, kraut and bread and potato dumplings
I wandered some more, discovering the main street in Old Town, then kept walking, past the National Museum, finally stopping at a bar called Ztraty Nalezy, where I had another Urquell, then a Gambrinus and a glass of Fernet Citrus, which I've had in the States and it's pretty undescribable. You just have to have had it. The bar was closing by the time I left, and I guess I hadn't realized that it had gotten so late.
That's when I got very lost trying to find my way back (and I wasn't even that buzzed). I got pretty close, but by the time I realized that I'd missed my stop for the 17 tram back to the Boathouse, I was too far and it was too late to get back as the trams would stop running soon. Luckily, I got off in front of a police station, and they called me a cab. The English-speaking policeman had a girlfriend who's a cabbie, and I waited a good half hour for her to show. But even though I had to resort to burning through 350 Kroners to get back, I avoided the long walk back from the tram stop to the Boathouse, and all's well that ended well.