May 27, 2000 in London to Munich 2000
After a dreadful night’s sleep at the noisy youth hostel, I went back to the station to buy a train ticket back to Paris. Having booked myself onto the overnight train again, I had the whole day to explore Munich again. The day had dawned bright and very warm, and seeing as it had been so pleasant the day before, I went back to the Englischer Garten.
Sadly, by the time I’d got out of the U-bahn, there were clouds in the sky, and it was getting cooler. Soon it had started raining. I thought I’d walk on through the park, in the hope that it would soon stop, but in fact just as I got to the point furthest from any shelter, the rain started really lashing down.By the time I got out of the park, I was absolutely sodden, and considerably less cheerful than I had been. However, the rain had stopped, and so I carried on wandering.
I wandered back to the Marienplatz, which is where all the tourists seem to congregate. It’s dominated by the wildly overblown gothic monstrosity which is the town hall. Nearby, the Viktualienmarket is a good place to pick up a bratwurst, and there are lots of little streets to wander around.
I filled up my time around here, and then went back to the station to go back to Paris. All in all, I’d been impressed with Munich, but I was happy to leave and see what Paris was like. The train journey back was less pleasant than the one to Munich had been, because I didn’t even get a reclining chair. I was a bit of a physical wreck when I arrived in Paris at 7am the next morning, but after an hour’s kip sitting on the wooden bench in the reception of the youth hostel, I was restored enough to hit the town.