I woke up fairly early, but by the time I finally was able to use the shower and brush my teeth another hour had gone by. The Korean guys in my room take forever, and I'm pretty sure one of them didn't realize the shower has sliding doors because there's an inch water all throughout the bathroom.
I'd hate to be the cleaning lady.
After my shower and breakfast I head downstairs to see where and when Munich's free tour begins. I enjoyed Berlin's so much I've decided to do it again today. I'll have another full day tomorrow in Munich before going to Rome, and I've decided to use that day to tour Dachau, the Nazi's main concentration camp. it's fairly close to Munich.
I walk down to the city center by 10:45 where the tour leaves. I see when I'm there that the Dachau tour leaves from the same place. I tell the guide that I'd like to see Dachau tomorrow and ask how long the Dachau tour is. He tells me it's four hours, but he does it in five because he thinks it's too much history to do in that amount of time. He really cares about Dachau and he trains the other guides. I decide to skip the Munich tour and go to Dachau today. It's €18 and includes transportation.
It takes about 25 minutes to get to Dachau, and when we arive our guide finds a shady place outside the Camp and gives us an hour's worth of German and relevant world history.
Then we walk through the gate, which is to be symbolically left open. Inside is vile, disgusting, and horrific. It's something I will never forget, yet I never want to remember. I'm walking through gas chambers, torture rooms, and mass graves.
My stomach hurts for hours.
After a quiet trip back to Munich, I thank my guide, Marcin, then walk back to the hostel. I grab my train pass and head to to station to reserve a seat to Rome on Saturday the 14th. I'll have two more nights in Munich.
Back at the hostel I meet Liam, Emma, and Nicole in the bar. I use my three free drink tickets and receive three very small beers in return. Two-tenets of a liter each.
At least they're free.
We talk for a while in the bar. They've leased a car for two months since it's cheaper than each of them paying for trains and busses everywhere. They're off to Slovenia tomorrow morning. It's been funny running into them a couple times, but it's going to be our last night together. The rest of our travels won't take us to the same places. We finally head off to the Haufbrauhaus with a small following. Along the way Liam offers me a ride to Slovenia. I tell him I've just reserved a train to Rome on Saturday, but I thank him anyways.
The lengendary Haufbrauhaus is packed. Years ago, Hitler made some of his big speaches here, but now people are seated everywhere at big tables in the large beer hall. The only one open has two Korean girls seated at it and an old German man. He's obviously a local, and rolls his eyes when 8 tourists clamber into the benches. He's somewhat enthusiastic about having the girls sit next to him though. He doesn't speak any English so we use hand gestures to communicate. It doesn't work very well. Eventually we all order beers and I order a big pretzel as well. The pretzel is salty and delicious. The small waitress returns with 8 massive steins in hand.
Marry me?
I don't know how she managed to carry them all, but it's the most impressive thing I've ever seen.
People keep moving around when they get up to use the toilet and I think the German local is starting to get annoyed since he keeps having to stand up to let people slide down the bench. He starts making gestures and again we don't really understand him. What is obvious, however, is that he is enjoying the oompa band wearing the leeterhosen that has been playing the whole time. He introduces himself as Tony, and I introduce myself as Macklin Behmke. I feel like my German last name will make me seem more acceptable in the Haufbrauhaus. He reaches into his wallet and pulls out an Italia badge. He's not even German. He's just a big a tourist as we are.
How disappointing.
At this point I find myself sitting across from an Alaskan named Kevin. He's traveling around Europe by himself and he just finished up college at UNR. He studied public relations with my ex-girlfriend.
You've got to be kidding me.
He's a cool guy and we'll try and meet up again in Barcelona. After a few hours and a couple beers we head off to an Australian Bar before returning to the hostel. The Aussies happily drink an Australian beer for the first time in weeks, then we return to the hostel. Again I'm offered a ride to Ljublijana, Slovenia. They're going tomorrow.
I accept.
I'd hate to be the cleaning lady.
After my shower and breakfast I head downstairs to see where and when Munich's free tour begins. I enjoyed Berlin's so much I've decided to do it again today. I'll have another full day tomorrow in Munich before going to Rome, and I've decided to use that day to tour Dachau, the Nazi's main concentration camp. it's fairly close to Munich.
I walk down to the city center by 10:45 where the tour leaves. I see when I'm there that the Dachau tour leaves from the same place. I tell the guide that I'd like to see Dachau tomorrow and ask how long the Dachau tour is. He tells me it's four hours, but he does it in five because he thinks it's too much history to do in that amount of time. He really cares about Dachau and he trains the other guides. I decide to skip the Munich tour and go to Dachau today. It's €18 and includes transportation.
It takes about 25 minutes to get to Dachau, and when we arive our guide finds a shady place outside the Camp and gives us an hour's worth of German and relevant world history.
Then we walk through the gate, which is to be symbolically left open. Inside is vile, disgusting, and horrific. It's something I will never forget, yet I never want to remember. I'm walking through gas chambers, torture rooms, and mass graves.
My stomach hurts for hours.
After a quiet trip back to Munich, I thank my guide, Marcin, then walk back to the hostel. I grab my train pass and head to to station to reserve a seat to Rome on Saturday the 14th. I'll have two more nights in Munich.
Back at the hostel I meet Liam, Emma, and Nicole in the bar. I use my three free drink tickets and receive three very small beers in return. Two-tenets of a liter each.
At least they're free.
We talk for a while in the bar. They've leased a car for two months since it's cheaper than each of them paying for trains and busses everywhere. They're off to Slovenia tomorrow morning. It's been funny running into them a couple times, but it's going to be our last night together. The rest of our travels won't take us to the same places. We finally head off to the Haufbrauhaus with a small following. Along the way Liam offers me a ride to Slovenia. I tell him I've just reserved a train to Rome on Saturday, but I thank him anyways.
The lengendary Haufbrauhaus is packed. Years ago, Hitler made some of his big speaches here, but now people are seated everywhere at big tables in the large beer hall. The only one open has two Korean girls seated at it and an old German man. He's obviously a local, and rolls his eyes when 8 tourists clamber into the benches. He's somewhat enthusiastic about having the girls sit next to him though. He doesn't speak any English so we use hand gestures to communicate. It doesn't work very well. Eventually we all order beers and I order a big pretzel as well. The pretzel is salty and delicious. The small waitress returns with 8 massive steins in hand.
Marry me?
I don't know how she managed to carry them all, but it's the most impressive thing I've ever seen.
How disappointing.
At this point I find myself sitting across from an Alaskan named Kevin. He's traveling around Europe by himself and he just finished up college at UNR. He studied public relations with my ex-girlfriend.
You've got to be kidding me.
He's a cool guy and we'll try and meet up again in Barcelona. After a few hours and a couple beers we head off to an Australian Bar before returning to the hostel. The Aussies happily drink an Australian beer for the first time in weeks, then we return to the hostel. Again I'm offered a ride to Ljublijana, Slovenia. They're going tomorrow.
I accept.
How many Behmkes were there in phonebook?
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