. Well, that's not entirely true. You see, fortunately for us, or perhaps unforunately in reflection, some of the must do things in Munich involve drinking. Over a few 1 litre steins and ridiculously enormous pretzels at the legendary Hofbrauhaus, we all had flashbacks to Seoul and a reminder of how difficult and exhausting it is it talk to Koreans in broken english. Despite the exceptionally cliched nature of it, linking arms whilst chugging beers and making up words to the oom-pa german music was really quite fun. Such a level of drinking, though, always leads to a midnight snack. As previously mentioned, several times, kebabs are constantly available. Post Hofbrauhaus saw one of the finest kebab eating displays ever seen in the fair city of Munich. In the blink of an eye, a member of our party inhaled 2 kebabs, destroyed a third and made it comfortably through a 4th, after which comments were made to the effect that he could easily to another. This eating extravangaza triggered a bet - no more kebabs for the rest of the trip for this person. 50 euros. He's currently struggling. But there's not long to go.
Munich has provideed little inspiration to me and hence this blog. Having noticed this, American youths in love with Jesus tried to inspire with hip dancing in Karlsplatz. The message was clear - Jesus is down with the kids, wicked and with it. And he likes football. I might start going to church...
With Germany eliminated, there was no partying. The Italians in Munich, however, through to the final and happy, displayed their joy in what we now understand to be a typical post match celebration. It's incredible how quickly people can get into their car following the final whistle of a football game, grab their flags and drive around beeping their horns
. Possibly the most irritating thing of this world cup...
And so to the Top 5. Well, we are coming towards the end of this remarkable month. And, not entirely surprisingly, such a month travelling around with 3 mates in a van is a little bit silly. This top 5 provides just a little insight into the trip by numbers. This is the Top 5 stupid stats from our trip:
5. Percentage of public transport trips paid for: 0
4. No of kebabs eaten by our group: 97
3. Ratio of days spend drunk: 15 out of 29
2. Kilometres driven: 2898
1. Minutes spend watching football: 5380
Berlin it up...
Munich - killing me. Absolutely killing me. I don't know what it is. Is it because it's coming off the back of perhaps the booziest months ever experienced? maybe. Is it because if I eat another kebab, I'm seriously going to die? Probably. Is it because whenever we come off a killer night, a cafe charges more for water than beer? Most definitely. But it's so much more than that. A city like this should have enough to overcome these trying circumstances. Unforunately, our hostel - perhaps the most poorly run that I have encountered in a while - did little to inspire. And the view from the top of St Peterskirche was equally uninspiring. Admittedly, we made little to no attempt to see the sights of Munich. Frankly, there wasn't much time to do so. After shopping for some suitable shorts for Kieran, after trekking around for some orange juice for Paul and finding some reading material for me, there really wasn't much time for us to see many of the Bavarian sights - no Disney castle to Fussen, no Schloss Nyphemburg, no galleries or museums, no nothing