Up at Stupid o'clock and off to the airport. Goodbye to our dear friend - and thanks for the laughs and the beds (do you feel deflated - in more ways than one?). A much needed coffee (though Colonial on the Terrace in Wellington, NZ, we miss you!) and chicken and pesto focaccia and croissant (which we didn't need) we chose our Duty Free and boarded another A380 bound for Munich. OMG, I had a birthday cake, photos and staff singing happy birthday to me at 39,995 feet, above Bucharest (thanks Nath)! I cried! Okay, so I'm a little tired...... Munich - first impressions - teeny tiny airport, lots of grey, looked dirty and very backward especially after Dubai. Train ride into town through green pastures to Haufbahnhof Central Station. The Hotel was close and very
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