beer, brats and pretzels …

I had a day to burn before entering Prague, so Munich, Germany would be my next stop. All I could think about was beer, brats and pretzels. After a 4 hour train ride and even more time spent in my head, I arrived at München Hauptbahnhof  (Munich station) around mid afternoon. Google maps spun me around a little bit before I would find my way to the hotel. Would you believe it was smack in the middle of two strip clubs? By this point I was beginning to come down with a cough, which was a very common theme out there. It had only been a week, but I was also starting to feel a little run down. The weather was becoming chillier and the skies a little greyer, the farther east I had ventured.

I made my way out into the city, which was over %40 destroyed by World War 2 bombings. I could immediately tell by the architecture. You’d have pre-war buildings blending into post war structures.

While strolling through Marienplatz, the main square of the city since medieval times, I passed by a clothing store and did some shopping. I had already packed too much to begin with, but the prices here were ridiculously low. I was tempted to buy a suit case and ship it back home with new apparel. Instead I would just stuff more shit into an already overflowing backpack, making it even heavier to lug around between stops.


When you’re traveling for an extended period of time, one thing that gets old quickly is eating out every night. You need to save money in some areas, so I ate at a local brat stand in the Viktualienmarkt for €5. Add the pretzel and I had a very romantic evening, for one.

As I continued my way through the city, I would come across the Feldherrnhalle. While standing on the grounds, I picked up on some very haunting vibes. This site reeked of evil history. After having done some more research, I would come to find out that Adolf Hitler stood on the very steps that I had just been standing on. Here he would make speeches, as SS rallies and parades took place.

The Feldherrnhalle
The Feldherrnhalle

A stop in Munich wouldn’t be complete without a having a beer, or two, at a German Biergarten. You seat yourself down at a table of your choice with random strangers, and wait to be served. By this point, I was beginning to isolate myself from others. I was tired, exhausted and with the amount of negative chatter going on in my head, I didn’t want to be bothered. I’ve done extended traveling before, so I’m used to the grind, however something was different. I sat down at a table in the back of the hall and enjoyed a couple of beers by myself.

I grabbed some late night munchies at a place called Babacan Kebaphaus across the street from where I was staying. Here they would serve sliced beef off a skewer in a variety of ways. The communication between me and the guy behind the counter was a struggle. This was the first time I actually felt like I was being shunned, for knowing only English.

I would be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted to go to one of the strip clubs located next to my hotel, but I just wanted to go to sleep. To be honest, I was also starting to tire of the nighttime activities. I returned to my room, threw on the TV and before peacefully falling asleep, watched what appeared to be a naked dating game show. Mind blown!

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