Munich is big, like really big, like so big it makes Los
Angles looks still massive, but only kind of massive. In fact, because Germany
is so well interconnected by roads and train lines, it’s not uncommon to find
people who work in Munich, but live in an adjacent city. Johns Uncle is one of
those people, and he gave me a lift to Munich at 6am for free. I arrived at 7am
and proceeded to walk around the city for a solid 11 hours before I could meet
up with my Austrian friend after she finished work.
Walking around Munich was interesting, but exhausting. It started to rain quite heavily at 12:00 so my walk around “English Park” was cut short. It also meant I couldn’t enjoy Munich’s famous beer gardens as much since I had to sip on my beer undercover and not in the garden. On the Brightside though, I spent a large chunk of time in the University and state library which was kinda cool! The bottom of Munich’s University featured a small museum where anyone could learn about how the University of Munich tried to stop the Nazi’s. If I remember correctly, the “white rose” was a small resistance movement started in 1942 which opposed many Nazi-esk things, including the invasion of Russia. But I think shortly after small group of academics got started releasing their pamphlets, they got shut down by the “Gestapo” and assassinated.
Walking around Munich was interesting, but exhausting. It started to rain quite heavily at 12:00 so my walk around “English Park” was cut short. It also meant I couldn’t enjoy Munich’s famous beer gardens as much since I had to sip on my beer undercover and not in the garden. On the Brightside though, I spent a large chunk of time in the University and state library which was kinda cool! The bottom of Munich’s University featured a small museum where anyone could learn about how the University of Munich tried to stop the Nazi’s. If I remember correctly, the “white rose” was a small resistance movement started in 1942 which opposed many Nazi-esk things, including the invasion of Russia. But I think shortly after small group of academics got started releasing their pamphlets, they got shut down by the “Gestapo” and assassinated.
I met my friend, Anita at a beer garden at 6:00. I was sore,
tired and full of way too many pretzels, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying
a lovely German dinner and stein. We had planned to do a Beer garden pub crawl
around Munich, but after some misadventures with bike riding in the rain, I put
in the towel and begged for an easy night of Game of Thrones and hot chocolate.
I got my wish.
Gutten bye Germany. Next stop, Austria!
Gutten bye Germany. Next stop, Austria!
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ReplyDeleteYou really have no luck with beer gardens. ^^
DeleteSry mate! But at least you got your stein finally. Well deserved! ;-P