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Munich Loves You. And Football. And Bells.

This is just a quick post about a two day trip to Munich. It’s a nice city and if I don’t write this today, there will be no articles for August 2009.

"I don't trust the guy in the corner looking like Viggo Mortensen, Mr Frodo."

"I don't trust the guy in the corner looking like Viggo Mortensen, Mr Frodo."

My good chum, The Z-Man and I arrived about lunch time and decided to hit the centre straight away. Time was limited and we wanted to have a good old look around. I think many people were surprised that we weren’t just there to drink as much beer as possible and pass out in the pretty little streets. Well sorry everyone, I can booze up and vomit for cheaper in London, due to the current exchange rate. Just because that’s what you think is a good time, doesn’t mean everyone else does. We did drink a fair amount of beer though. The 1 litre beer glasses amused us no end and yes, we ate sausage and sauerkraut while listening to a traditional six piece band with tubas accordions and lederhosen.

Being able to know the time is important to the Bavarian people. We know this because the nice little hostel we were in was next to a nice little church with a nice little clock tower which chimed the time every hour. And every quarter hour. From seven in the morning. Anyone who is planning to check out this great city for the purposes of getting horribly drunk should take this as fair warning. You will be woken up from your stinking, sweaty hangover by a delightful, tuneful ringing noise. Maybe next time you should attempt to appreciate the city and not get a skinful. Jerks.

A stark warning about professional fouls in the local church matches.

A stark warning about professional fouls in the local church matches.

For a city obsessed with football, finding a sports bar was a bit difficult. The Munich coat-of-arms is a referee-monk red carding someone. We did seem to be doing the stereotypical tourist thing, but we weren’t looking for football, just the Formula 1 race. Good job there was a combination Irish/Australian bar behind the cathedral.

Be warned also, you vegetarians. I ordered a mushroom dish off the vegetarian section of a traditional beer hall. It came with two nice meaty bread dumplings with obvious bacon pieces in it. No I’m not vegetarian myself, I just wanted to eat something that didn’t come with sausage for one meal.

Coming back to the weird size issues we encountered when first arriving. We spent a lot of time looking for Sendlinger Tor, one of the original old town gates. From the time we arrived, we were passing the crossroads it was supposedly at four times a day without spotting it once. Every map it was shown on suggested it was at least as big as the cathedral. Turns out we missed it because it was obscured by a small bush. I guess we were expecting something a bit more like Marble Arch.

We were expecting something a bit more like Marble Arch.

Quick! Let's try for a hilarious perspective shot!

Never mind! Munich was great and a huge amount of the cool stuff is in walking distance or a 10 minute journey by subway train. A great place to have a short break as long as you don’t drink too hard.


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