Day Ten: More Munich!

Preface: I don't have as many photos from yesterday because Sofie's boyfriend, Chris (an accomplished photographer), spent hours snapping candid shots on his DSLR camera. I can't compete with that level of commitment, but I can promise to share some of the photos Chris took once he uploads them to his computer.

It's morning in Munich. I'm sipping on the first really good cup of coffee I've had since arriving in Europe (I made it myself). A young accordion player is performing the same song on loop, as he has been for the past two hours. Christina and Joe just left to catch a train to the airport. It's sad, saying goodbye to friends (I won't see Christina again until she comes to visit in Australia), but it also makes you value the people in your life that much more.

Three girls working out our arms by carrying giant beers at Chinesischer Turm

The six of us spent yesterday walking the streets of Munich. We crossed the Isar river into the old town and explored churches, beergardens, street markets and pretzel stands. Out of all the cities we've visited so far, Munich felt the most like home—but this is likely because of the familiar company.

Outside the Residenztheater

We stopped for lunch at a cafe, and enjoyed cappuccinos on the outside patio. 

We ate some pretzels. Okay a lot of pretzels.

From the old town we headed north to the sprawling English Garden, a green space that stretches across the top of Munich along the Isar river. The Garden is full of three things: pigeons, beer gardens, and nudists. Yep. It turns out lots of old German men like to pass days in the sun lying fully nude—and frankly too close to the walking paths. 

We wove our way through the garden, before arriving at Chinesischer Turm (China Tower) that hosts an outdoor restaurant and drinking space. One of my good friends, Adrian, had recommended Chinesischer Turm to us, so we knew we had to check it out.

Even at mid-day on a weekday the space was bursting full of people. Tour groups rode by on bikes, families enjoyed time in the sun, and young people walked around enthusiastically with giant mugs of beer, foaming over the rims.

This 25 meter high tower marks Chinesischer Turm

Christina and I with our mugs of beer.

This stylish Bavarian in front of us in line had to be photographed.

We hung out at Chinesischer Turm until the sun started to set and it got cold. We then returned our mugs, collected our things, and walked back to our apartment. I had some work to do, and the group had an early morning ahead, so we stayed in last night, cooking dinner and enjoying each others company. 

Today, we head south to see the world famous Disney castle—Neuschwanstein.

Cheers,

Heather