Tuesday July 15th, 2008
After spending around 14 hours in various trains (tired, hungry and hung over, mind you), I got to Munich on Monday night. The past two days have been good, but nothing worth typing about.
I went to Dachau with Alana, a friend from Bishop’s, her German friend (also from Bishop’s) and my bunkmate whom I met over breakfast. I didn’t take any picture. Dachau is a very imposing place. I wasn’t really sure how you take picture in a concentration camp. Though it’s hard to imagine the horrors that took place there, a sense of oppression seems to still linger over it.
After Dachau, we had lunch in Munich’s English Garden and then we went out our separate ways. I stuck with my bunk mate (Alex) and we went to the Olympic Stadium. Turns out Alex works for a travel book company (Let’s Go) and is doing research for the Bavaria part of the book. He’s also from Harvard, which was a big deal for Katia (Alana’s German friend).
Since Alex pretty much wrote the book on seeing Munich, he took me around to see some sights in the afternoon. Visiting with someone who speaks German and knows where everything can be found turned out to be much more efficient than wandering in a strange city by yourself.
After a full day of exploring, we went back to the hostel to drop off our bag and set off for supper. We got to our rooms and I noticed that the things I left on my bunk were all laid out on the table. Odd. Then I opened my locker to find all my stuff was missing. Shit. Alex and I went downstairs to the reception to figure out who had screwed up and what compensation I’d receive for this. My eyes were glowing green! I was hoping for a few free drink vouchers. The tables turned when I got to the desk, explained my situation, and got called “the guy that forgot to check out this morning”. Damn. As it happens (allegedly), I only booked one night at the Wombat (the hostel) and now they were booked solid for the night. Terrific. They called around and found another hostel close by with a vacancy. Alex and I set off to drop off my bag and I felt like an idiot. The second hostel (4you) wasn’t nearly as nice as the Wombat.
Totally my fault though.