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Me and Gloria got a train from Feldkirch in Austria but ya can fly with Aer Lingus from Dublin or Cork and probably Knock and somewhere else, although maybe not Cavan coz there's no airport there.
We were lucky and found this place called the A&O City Hotel for only 30 quid a head a night. Now it’s hardly the Westbury but it’s grand for what we wanted it for. It was right beside the Hauptbahnhof which means Connolly Station in German. They’re mad for their Haupthbahnhofs in this part of the world. The room itself was a bit basic, although then again so is Gloria. I was only ragin’ though coz there wasn’t one English channel on the telly, not even a CNN or Sky News. And the hallway smelled like ham.
You’re kinda spoilt for choice to be honest. There’s plenty of places to eat. There’s all the usuals like McDonalds and Pizza Hut although they don’t do the lunchtime buffit like at home. There’s these little bakeries as well that do all that German food like curry sausage and all that shite. We were starvin’ when we got to Munich and nearly killed ourselves crossin’ the road to Subway although the Meatball Marinara wasn’t a patch on the ones ya get in Blanch. There’s a few of them posh restaurants around as well but ya know me and posh food not agreein’ with me. They’re mad for their nuts as well like in Zurich.
Well I’m not goin’ to lie to yiz, I was awfully disappointed with the nightlife in Munich. We thought we’d go check out a few places to tell yiz about them but there’s hardly a place to be found, let alone someone doin’ a few numbers or the local version of the Dubliners. We were ragin’. Although maybe we were lookin’ in the wrong place coz the guidebook was brutal. There was this place called Kraftwerk but in fairness, the place was tiny and loads of people were drinkin’ out on the street and smokin’ inside so I was in no humour. Maybe the weekend is better but I wasn’t impressed one bit.
They call it Munchen, like as in Munchkinland out of the Wizard of Oz. It was nothin’ like that at all though. Not even a midget in a funny outfit anywhere. There’s a few bits to do in Munich of a day. BMW World is great and ya get to see all the old cars and all that. The Olympic Stadium is beside that and I’d seen it in that film Munich so it was a bit mad seein’ it in real life. Other than that, the city is great for the bit of shoppin’ and it’s not too dear either. Maximillian Strasse or whatever ya call it is where ya find your Gucci’s and Prada’s and the like. Well not where I find mine. I find mine around the door that someone’s either knocked off or got cheap in Turkey. We were goin’ to go see Bayern Munich as well but Gloria knows nothing about football. She thinks Rio Ferdinand is a place in Brazil.
Be prepared to not have a clue where you’re goin’, not a word of English on the Underground. Don’t go out of a Wednesday night. There’s a 50 cent tax on bottles of Coke and that ya do get back when ya bring them back. Gas.
