Munich Day One

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OH. MY. GOD.

Whoever is the Irish guy in our 5 man room that snores needs to be taken out back and shot. I swear to god. We just had a freaking amazing night (details to follow) and we head back to the room (which we share with two other people ((who are irish randomly)) and one of them is like a rhino with a deviated septum) and this guy keeps me, who stayed relatively sober so that we catch our 8.44 train to Prague, awake. Bastard. Absolute bastardo.

So I got back to Berlin at about 8 o clock in the morning on thursday, having gotten ´maybe 6 minutes of sleep on the train from Poznan. I then set about retrieving my bike which i had left outside the main station in Berlin, and cycle back to the hostel to get back the deposit on said bike. Two hours later after an extensive bit of beíng lost in Berlin, i get back to the hostel. The lads have of course payed for late check in, having frequented a gay bar the night before, apparently.

We grab a couple hours more sleep and then pack our stuff, paý our bills and hit the road in search of fame and fortune. Again. We get to the station and have to wait 3 hours for our train. Further sampling of the same local cuisine ensues (another McRib for me) as well as a visit to a quaint little pattiserie called Dunken Donuts. The train, as one would expect, comes on time and we hop on, with the intention of grabbing four hours of air conditioned sleep. And then we stayed awake the whole freaking journey. It was actually quite an enjoyable journey though. We had the fancy seats with plugs for charging our thirsty phones and for half of it we sat opposite two lads from ireland who had been travelling around a million countries for eons.

We get to Munchen (Munich) and walk accross the road to our hostel. Where we find Enda does not have a reservation or a room. In fact no hoste within 15 minutes has a room. Nativity story or what. So we check him into a hotel nearby and split the cost. We then head out on the town for a small dance and perhaps one or two dry sherries. And then my foot, which had been hurting me, acts up so that i cant really walk so well. I head back to the room for some sleep and the lads go to a club where, apparently, all the hot women in Germany are having their annual meeting.

They arrive back in the morning, alone, and we get ready for further adventures in the town famous only for beer and a once decent football team.

More to come ;-)

Missing home rating (from 0-10): 5 Mysterious liver pain rating (from 0-10): 1 General state of merryment in group (from 0-10): 4

The merryment rating is barely staying at 4. That snoring guy is really pushing it.

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