München

Another dismal train ride. Yay. But here I will focus on brighter times (sometimes): Munich.

The constant walking, early starts and little sleep means I am well beyond the bounds of tired and solidly entrancing myself into exhaustion. So after arriving at my lovely hostel with my lovely bed in Munich I decided I could really use a nap.

Three peaceful hours later I grabbed food at the train station on the street over and headed to Munich’s Tollwood festival. This is a biannulaly semi perminant festival in the Olympic park. There are loads of good carts with door from every corner. Bars with amazing beer and small live music acts which are fantastic. A hippie rent with a silent disco and middle aged women thouroughly enjoying themselves. But there are also performances by larger bands (of course a small fee is therefore charged) and by theatre groups.

On the first evening I watched the amazing Cirque Aïtal. An acrobatics duet which is both humorous and had dropping with their skill. On a side note though I didn’t bring a jacket and whilst “queuing” it poured it down soaking me. Rather amusing as I look back in sure, though I don’t think I’ve reached that point yet.

The next day i had booked a bus to the Neuschwanstein castle: I highly recommend Flixbus they’re reliable and pretty cheap. I have read reviews and has been informed of the extortionate prices of the castles entrance with little information within them. So unrest I walked around them, I think it was the wise option with a line just to get in I would never be able to make it back for the gig that evening. The views are spectacular in themselves.

As I wondered I spotted a little cabin in the later of the lake, hopping a fence I went to explore. I sat on my private section of the beautiful lake, relaxation at its finest.

As I relax a pedle boat meandered over captained by an Aussie and a Scott. They asked if I was stuck, I joked saying i was well capable of getting back but might I have a lift to the other side of the lake. They happily obliged. My first hitch hike right there. We got chatting and it turns out they were also heading back to munich, and with no return ticket pre-booked I took them up on the offer of a lift back. What I didn’t expect was a brand new Mercedes with TVs in the back and heated massage seats. My second hitch hike was in style.

Once back i met my room mate a nice guy from Spain but with my Spanish non-existant and his english limited, conversation relied on Google translate many religions and hand gestures. After feeling increadably awkward I left for the Django 3000 gig. That was certainly amazing great lights great atmosphere and a jacket which I had on me so that I didn’t freeze like the previous day.

The next day was the journey to Zurich.

Author: ClareOfford

I'm a second year Zoology and Conservation student, studying at Bangor University in North Wales. I love Wales for the its opportunities to explore the outdoor, and so frequently go one walks with friends, as well as the odd bit of rock climbing and horse riding. Though on of the great things about where I live are the opportunities to get involved in conservation work out in Snowdonia...

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