So we land in Munich, and the difference is immediate. White people everywhere. English nowhere. After a couple hours of searching for a rental car, we finally get one from a company called Sixt; the storefront looks like the devil’s booth. No joke. We get to the car, a Ford Fiesta…free upgrade. Only problem is, it’s fully manual. None of us are avid manual drivers, and much stalling ensues. Couple that with trying to get to our hostel while reading signs like Stranzenberg, Straβenhẚuser, and Breitenfurter Straβe, we had an adventure. Needless to say, because of sleeping only two hours in the past 30+ hours, upon reaching the hostel, we KTFO…from 3 straight up till 9pm. We finally get up, explore the rainy town, and call it a night.
The next day is full of good starts. AYCE eggs, ham, and bread+Ziploc bags=breakfast and lunch in one. We go on another of the Sandeman’s free tours, see a few sights, meet few people, yadda yadda yadda. After the tour, we start the evening off right at a Bierhall for a .5l mug of Augustiner Dunkel beer. GOOD SHIET! Feeling good, we walk around, watch buildings fall on us (We’ve got a video,) see some Tibetan monks doing glottal singing, and walk through Munich’s birthday festival. We take a quick nap, and head off on something called the “Beer Challenge” tour. The “challenge” starts us off with a shot of Jagger, and another .5L of Augustiner Hell(“Hell”=light) beer. We quickly learn that there will soon be a light beer named after the small Austrian town of Fucking (pronounced like “booking” …we’re gonna go there tomorrow by the way). Light beer from Fucking…you connect the dots. Anyways, first stop on the beer challenge/pub crawl/bar hopping is the Hofbrauhaus, only the TRULY happiest place on earth. Here we start off with another 1L of great beer. Next stop, another Augustiner pub, another liter. Next stop, another bar, another .5L. By this time, we’ve met way to much beer, but have also met the biggest BAMF ever. From downing bottles of Jagger to traveling Europe solo for months, to having AK47s and pistols pointed at his head, to getting swiped at by a grizzly bear, he’s done it all. But I digress. By this pint, I mean point, we’ve had had way too much to drink. So obviously, the last top treats us to another free .5L and another free shot of Jagger. For the sake of simplicity, let’s just say what happened next was one of those “just had to be there”/”wish you were there” sort of things, but a teaser includes: riding motorcycles, embarking on a white -castle mission for bratwurst, drop-kicking bikes and trashcans, leading people through a fountain, buying out a Burger King, and a helluvalota DTP. Yeah. Wish you were there.
Next stop, Fucking, Hallstatt, and Vienna, Austria.