Nude Old Men
Munich Travel Blog› entry 27 of 55 › view all entries
Munich is a new city for me and I didn't do much research on the place beyond beer so I figured I ought to take a tour.
Meredith and I were out the door around 10am to get some food and then take a free walking tour of Munich. At the grocery store, I found a pastry that would be my breakfast every morning while in Munich. It was a buttery, sugary, doughy morsel of goodness complete with cranberries and frosting. Best breakfast of the trip so far.
We walked from our hostel to Marienplatz, the central square of Munich where we had walked to the night before, to find the walking tour. While waiting, truck after truck was passing through the hordes of tourists in an attempt to set something up.
When in Germany, you hear a lot about the World War's (especially the second one) and Adolf Hitler and the Nazis. Our tour took us past many rebuilt churches and memorials to the Jews and others that suffered during the reign.
The two of us made our way back through the warm weather to our hostel to get the rest of the crew along with Chris, one of our friends from Vancouver. Our walking marathon continued as we made our way back through Marienplatz and into that famous beer hall I mentioned earlier, the Hofbrauhaus. Having been to the Hofbrauhaus in Pittsburgh, Brad was excited to visit the real thing to get a massive one liter mug of Hofbrau beer.
After the beer drinking rendezvous, we all parked ourselves at Starbucks for some coffee and free internet outside. About an hour or so later, Ellie and Meredith went to the English Gardens while the rest of us went back to the hostel completing my second hour long round trip between Marienplatz and the hostel. There was no way I was doing that walk again the rest of the day and luckily I didn't have to. On the way, we picked up some more local Munich beer in the grocery store (cheaper than water!) and went back to the hostel.
The next morning began with my buttery, sugary, doughy morsel of goodness complete with cranberries and frosting. I got Brad hooked on them too.
Ellie, Meredith, and Brad had a pretty elaborate plan for the following day so they went to the train station to figure everything out. Kristen went shopping. I went to Starbucks for my morning coffee and internet surfing session.
Since the girls had been there the day before we followed them. The first stop was one of the more interesting things I had seen in a while. If you were to see someone carrying a surfboard through the streets of Munich you would've thought they were either A) confused B) lost or C) in for a very long walk to the ocean. However, at the edge of the English Gardens there is a fast flowing stream that has been tweaked with to create a man made wave. It is a site to see. There were about ten surfers taking turns riding the man made wave.
Never in my life have I seen so many old naked men. Apparently it is the norm in the section of the park we were in. We noticed a large amount of people hanging out by a fast flowing stream towards the middle of the field and made our way to the water weaving between the naked men. We soon determined that the other side of the stream was the non nude side, however, there were still plenty of clothed individuals on the side we were on. The stream itself was cold and came complete with a very strong current. There were people floating down the stream at high speeds past us.
As previously mention, the selection for the host city of the 2018 Winter Olympic games was being held that day. The three candidate cities were Anncey, France, Pyongsheng, South Korea, and last but not least, Munich, Germany. The stages that were being set up in Marienplatz the day before were now rocking out. The square was filled with many enthusiastic Germans and tourists alike rooting for Munich to receive the Olympic games. Beer mug and German flag in hand, all of us joined in the festivities. Live music played until 5pm rolled around when the whole world would find out the announcement.
Being in the center of one of the candidate cities for the Olympic games is something I have never experienced but was much anticipating.
Pyongsheng, South Korea.
There was a massive deflation of enthusiasm and energy in the crowd and people began to make their way out. Pyongsheng had been in the final three for both the 2010 and 2014 Winter games. They missed out behind Vancouver by a mere three votes and behind Sochi by four votes. We joined the masses and made our way back out of Marienplatz to the hostel.
We stopped at the grocery store before it closed this time to pick up hamburger meat, corn on the cob, and eggs to make deviled eggs for our now 6th of July feast.