the happiest day of my life
the beer garden in Munich - 1 litre of beer per mug...and so I had 2!
We arrived on Saturday afternoon and took a metro out to our camping spot on the river. After setting up our spot we went in seach of a Supermarket to try some awesome German sausage but came back with marinated pork. Sunday as always meant a sleep -in. Following breakfast and a keen ambition on my part to make it to a beer garden I said to Neetz come on we better explore this city. Without letting Neetz know of my only intention (to make it to a beer garden) (neetz here...as if I didn't know tezz's intention of going to the beer garden, he pretty much dragged me there quietly not saying anything but "nah lets go this way") we strolled past some places and took about 5 photos. From there the truth came out. We were not far from a beer garden in Munich's Englischer Garden park. Being a Sunday and approximately 2 pm I said lets stop in and experience some German culture. So we did and 2 Litres of beer, some sausages and chips and that was Sunday (A sleep-in, a walk to the beer garden and some buses home). (He forgot to mention the stumble
the concerntration camp on a dark and gloomy day
home! However I think it was the happiest day of his life!)
Monday we attempted to get out to the Dachau concentration camp without success. Monday was the only day it was closed. After walking around the small town of Dachau we caught a train back into town and explored Munich a bit more fully. As Neetz and I really wanted to get out to Dachua we decided to stay an extra night. We went out on Tuesday morning and both felt sick in the stomach while walking through Germanys' first concentration camp. The explanations and photos were graphic and moving, but honest and frank in their explanations of what actually took place. We both left feeling depressed and empty, but are glad that we made the trip out there.
We left Munich on Tuesday for a small town called Regensburg. Neetz and I were not so sure about why we were heading to Regensberg and decided half-way there to stay on the train and go to Bamberg (about 100km further). We are glad that we did as we arrived in Bamberg and managed to obtain directions to the campsite listed in our lonely planet guide. We arrived
Neetz hanging out with the locals in Munich
at the campsite - it's either old people in motor homes or quackers, sometimes you don't know the difference
at the site and pitched our tent not more than 3 metres from a beutiful river. As we were a way out of town we had no option but to try to grab some dinner from the local restaurant. What an experience. No one spoke English and we were left holding the queue up doing sign language about what we would like for dinner. Eventually we settled for Spaghetti besides not wanting it as we could not understand the plethora of pointing at ingredients and ape man grunts. We sat down to eat our dinner and within about a minute it became obvious that the locals were there more for the beer and music than dinner. So singing in German it was. The whole way through dinner. Did I mention that we were the only ones under 50 there? Needless to say the next day was spent exploring Bamberg, a mindblowingly beautiful and quiet town, before buying our own food and returning home to cook it.
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