For our virgin trip out of the Uk, Deb and I chose Munich (Muchen), Germany. Just like a good film where you go in without any expectation and coming out fully suprised, Munich had it’s fair share of exciting first times for me.
Though it was both our first time in Munich, we both found it quiet easy to get around on the public transport. This even with the names of most of the places we needed to get to being 8-10 characters long, such as Muchen Hauptbanhof (I can’t believe I remember), the central station. We were able to plan our trips out of Muchen from there, and most people were helpful, regardless of the Germans’ lack of service with a smile. I told Debbie that I expected the city to be rather clean, not one person spat on the street, nd no loud teenagers with awful music blaring out of mobile phone speakers. Not like in London, where kids here are so feral.
We spent the Sunday south of Munich, where we went to Fusen to see the Royal castles, Neuschwanstein and Hohenshwangau. The later being a much smaller but still elegant resident. Neushwanstein is famous for it’s fairytale-looking. Built by Ludwig II, who was king of Bavaria at the time. It was trully amazing because of it’s mountain backdrop.
It was quite a walk to the castles so on our way back down we decided to wait for the horse and carriage. I pulled out the video and started interviewing Deb on her experience of the day when a warm wind brushes my face. I looked just in time to catch the horse in front drop his guts and cop a face full of horse fart. All caught on tape. If only you could capture smells as well as sight…..
We ended the night with a mediocre calamari salad for me and cod for Deb. The highlight of dinner was meeting Uli. A German, living in North Carolina. She had some facinating insights to share about being a German in America and also gave us some tips about what to do next time we make it to Munich. She voluntarily gave us her email and we told her that we would write so that she’ll have our also.
Monday we went to see Germany’s tallest peak, Zugspitz (2964m). We were rushing because we had to again take the train down and we needed to get back to the Airport (Flugafen) for our flight at 21:40. It’s a shame that we couldn’t explore the little towns more than we did. There was so many interesting things that I would have liked to have a closer look at but there was no time. We had to catch the bus to Eibsee, and from there we were able to take a cable car to the top. After paying what I thought to be an extraordinary amount of money just for a cable car ride, we made it to the top. But pretty much had to leave straight away on the last cable car back down. We managed to get a few good shots and I got some nice footage also. We caught the train, checked in at the airport, and back in London by midnight. I don’t think I’ve ever had a longer day.
We had a bit of a chuckle about one of the mountains surrounding Zugspitz. It’s name was seriously Mount Wank. And the town below Mt Wank? Wankstrabe (pronounced Wank-strap). Yes small things do amuse small minds….
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