The Arrival

We arrived in Munich. I met the tour guide and we were transported by bus to a hotel in Timbuktu. We are out in the German countryside in a new hotel an hour from Munich. I don’t know how much they pay the travel company to come here, but it must be a very good deal for someone. It doesn’t look like the promised Bavarian village to me, just some shops built for tourists.

For some reason, I already think this is not very well planned. We cannot get in our rooms until 4 a.m., so we leave suitcases in a meeting room. We are now supposed to go eat on our own. Some people have no Euros and the hotel restaurant doesn’t take credit cards. They can’t get Euros as it is a holiday and banks are closed. Thank goodness, I thought about currency ahead of time. But, I’m not hungry — I’m tired. Besides, I can’t get up steps with no banister to get to the pizza restaurant where the tourist herd is going.

Oh, wait! I see Morris who came yesterday. Good news! He already has a room, so I retrieved my suitcase and checked in. I wanted to sleep, but he is hungry, so we decided to eat. It is cool and windy, but we walked about a block or two to a German restaurant. I figured I could eat pizza at home. I had Cordon Bleu and he had steak and potatoes. The food was delicious and not much more expensive than a moderate priced chain restaurant at home.

Tomorrow, we will go on a walking tour of Munich. The capital city of Munich is located in Bavaria a state in Germany with picturesque villages and medieval towns. We will begin with a Munich City Tour and see the glockenspiel, a famous clock thingy in the town hall with life-sized wooden figures that dance around. The New Town Hall is supposed to have cool architecture.

After that, we will spend about 3 hours experiencing Oktoberfest. Not sure 3 hours is much of an experience — but, oh well, I didn’t come to drink beer anyhow. However, the wine at dinner was very good and I had a taste of Mo’s beer. I don’t like beer, but it was not bad. Guess I’ll try one tomorrow as beer is what the festival is about, that and King Ludwig’s wedding a few hundred years ago.

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On the bus we had passed a lot of fields with strange posts and wire cages. We found out it was where “hops” for beer is grown on vines that love to climb. The hops have already been harvested for this year, however. The little villages we passed were interesting — clusters of red-roof houses and always a church with a tall steeple, like a Christmas snow globe. Bavaria is what most people think of when they think of Germany.

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These photos were taken later, but are so typical of the scenery that I wanted you to see them.

 

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