Germany

I just spent 4 days in Germany. In Munich, to be exact.

I stayed with Kiera, who’s a ‘friend from school.’ But we were never actually that close at school, we had our own friends and just always were very excited to see each other at parties. At which we’d both be really loose. So I was a little worried as to how we would be when we actually had to spend time together sober (which I said to her) but I had nothing to worry about. We had some of the biggest, most insanely girly and then totally deep talks. She’s been an au pair for this beautiful family, who let me come and stay in their home, and the kids didn’t speak English, I didn’t speak German, so it was just a lot of smiling and giggling at each other. Which was cute.

I doubt I could type out every teeny experience we had, so I’ll just list the best bits.

Day 1

• I met a lovely hippie on the bus to the city, from the airport. She lives in Norfolk and told me to come and stay with her, her husband and their dog, and she’ll cook me vegan meals. She was telling me all these theories she has about the world and vegetarianism and how everything is evolving. Which kind of tied into some of the conversations I later had on the weekend, which was weird.
• Kiera came and got me from Neubiberg station. After a hug and a squeal, she handed me a beer.
• Kiera, Elle and I got yummy cheap jager from the u-bahn (Munich’s underground)
• At some 1950’s pinup bar, a girl told me my dress was caught in my stockings/undies. Slightly embarrassing.
• Kiera and I sold our bras for jager. She got 10 bottles and 10 euros. I got 12 bottles. This was a decision I regretted for the rest of the weekend.
• We didn’t have tickets for the train home, and got caught by the ‘train-police.’ Because we didn’t have the fine on us either, we had to wait for the polezei to arrive. They took us home, made us pay 40 euro each, and let us go. There is so much more to that story, but that’s as good as I can make it without focusing on the negative.

Day 2

• Kiera made me some crazy noodle/pasta/cheese dish which I hope she can send me the name of, because it’s German. Definitely one of the best hangover meals I’ve had.
• Hanns- The German Lederhosen-attired Dinosaur. He came complete with a beer and a ciggie. All class.
• Kiera worked all day but that night we went to <insert-name-of-place-here> resemblance of Oktoberfest. I got to have Oktoberfest in November! Kiera lent me a dirndl, and got some of her friends to dress in lederhosen. I loved it. We brought along Hanns. He proved to be extremely popular.
• Afterwards, we somehow ended up at a bar. Drinking very lethal drinks.
• Kiera and I left the bar for McDonald’s. Got lost. Almost 2 hours later, returned and passed out on the couches.
• Woke up the next morning at Kiera’s friend’s place, with no recollection of how we got there.

Day 3

• After waking up, we wandered to a bus stop, wandered into a Macca’s, didn’t have enough money to pay for everything, so the girl gave us some free food.
• We got back to Kiera’s and re-booted. We were meant to go to Salzburg, Austria, but somehow managed to do nothing until about midday. Sowe dressed a little wacky and went into Munich, which was actually lovely, as Kiera showed me around, we went for a big walk around the English Gardens, found a nice little cafe place for hot chocolate and pretzels and hammock-play-time!
• Totally boring (for us) night. We went home, had some yummy pasta, watched some movies, talked conspiracy theories, hated on America.

Day 4

• Train to Fussel, where the ‘Disney’ castle is. Well, the castle they drew the inspiration from, apparently.
• Bought beer from macca’s, wine from another shop, sat in first class and got a widdle bit tipsy on the train journey.
• Walked up a huge mountain road to get to this castle, only to be told by the guard ‘You’ve missed the last tour; you cannot come inside.’ Funtimes override disappointment- we skipped and acted all merry out the front instead.
• Back in Munich, ended up at an Aussie bar for ‘one drink.’ Which turned into about 4 glasses for red wine, ‘serious karaoke’ which we wrecked, a Buck’s party.
• I should also mention, an English man (I mean, a 60 year old man) started talking to us, only to tell us ‘It’s ok girls, I’m married…’ And an American told us he ‘liked our freckles.’
• I do not recall getting home, but photos seem to prove we played on the train tracks and attempted to steal a bike.

I loved every last bit of it.