front gate
tribute outside the crematorium
in the village of dachau
view from the palace in dachau
watch out for elves with rucksacks?
I somberly left Dachau in need of a happiness boost but very glad that i went, if that makes sense. i, again, got very, very, very lost and encountered city buses and an old german man who was baffled at my lack of ability to speak german. he countered this by shouting and wildly gesticulating--at me, the sky, my inappropriate footwear (flip flops).
Once back on the train i decided to counter all sadness with copious amounts of beer, walking and exploration. In the end I encountered rainy weather, a man peeing off the top of a bridge and more beautiful architecture. I made my way to the Neuhausen-Nymphenburg district of the city--a part apparently rarely encountered by tourists. It was dotted with more beer gardens, canals and scads of joggers. I'm pretty sure i could happily live there.
Nymphenburg Palace (the biggest Baroque palace in Germany)...so this very rich (royal?) and important man built the extension to this palace after his wife gave him a male heir
palace from the back...followed by acres and acres of free to wander around gardens
onto the beer!
hacker-pschorr
spaten
at the hoffbrauhaus with a pretzel(the only vegetarian food i could find in munchen) and a litre of beer(hoffbrau)...cannot be lifted with one hand. this may have been my shining social moment...there's nothing like drinking a litre of beer by yourself, behind a table of rowdy, brash, rude americans, at a picnic table made for twelve
later
getting slightly incoherent
completely blitzed
the bitter end
and off to bed in a hostel full of loud, snorey people. onto Salzburg and Vienna!
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