Hi again, so I’m writing this over a year after I actually
went interrailing and I don’t expect anyone to read this. Especially due
to my history of leaving this blog unattended for months at a time. But I’m
mainly writing this for me, one because I have a fair amount of spare time at
the moment between trying to convince someone to employ me and two because the
little notebook I have with all my notes from the interrailing trip is falling
apart. If I don’t write them up in some form I will definitely lose them so I may
as well carry on what I started and put them online. Even if I am the only one
who reads them!
So because I haven’t updated this blog for so long here is a
short recap of what happened on day four-
We got very stuck because we were unorganised and failed to
book our hostels in advance. Advice- book your hostels in advance. Don’t be “unorganised
bastards” as the Australians we met called us.
The night we spent in our final resort hostel was not a
particularly fun one, with parades of people coming in and out of the room all
night. At one point a guy with a pony tail (memorable feature) tried to climb
into someone else’s bed simply exclaiming “oh” when he saw the stranger
sleeping in his chosen spot. We were then woken up at stupid o clock by a girl
who spent a good two hours putting on her makeup. But overall I’m sure we had a
better nights sleep in the hostel than we would have done had we had to head to
the train station for the night.
When we had collected our things together we headed back to
the Pension from the day before, questioning why we hadn’t just stayed there
when we first found it! The woman in charge seemed to be very happy to see us again
and despite the terrible language barrier tried her best to ask us for any news
on the royal baby.
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| No room is complete without a fake flowers |
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| Standard bed but comfy! |
The room in the Pension was nice with very comfortable beds.
And left over German Prince and Princess Coke bottles which were a personal
highlight for Dan and myself. We did spend most of the day in this room,
spending most of our time in Munich
booking hostels and campsites for the rest of our trip. Thank god for wifi and iPhones,
although I was yet to enter the age of an apple phone and had to use my iPod,
good old apple. (I am not sponsored by apple, although if you happen to read
this apple feel free to send me a new iPhone…)
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| The best names for coke bottles |
That evening we headed to the nearest beer garden where we
enjoyed a stein and some of the weirdest food I have ever eaten. I decided that
I wanted to go for something typically German so chose what I thought was pork,
a dumpling and cabbage. This dumpling turned out to be a potato dumpling, with
croutons in the middle. I have never been more shocked to find a secret filling
in my food, whose bright idea was it to put croutons inside a potato dumpling?
I assume it was the same person who decided to bypass the normal dumpling
recipe with potatoes.
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| My German meal |
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| And the unwanted surprise in the dumpling |
It was quite an odd beer garden, I wouldn't say i'm an
expert, but I definitely didn’t expect people who I assume were beer garden
supervisors to walk around shushing anyone who were acting a little too loudly.
We left the beer garden and had an earlyish night, we had to head to Milan the next day and
although we had a hostel booked now it was best to play it safe!
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| Pretzel bigger than his head |
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| Cheers Munich! |
Tune in next time (If there is a next time it may be in
about a year) to see what we got up to in Milan !
