Besides Blacking Out In Germany…
We visit Theatine Church, which is a smoke show of a church (oof.) We have cute German breakfasts at our hostel. We go on a Dachau concentration camp tour–of which remains the best tour I’ve been on throughout my entire backpacking trip. We go on a bike tour called Mike’s Bike Tours with a guy named Charles. We bike through a nudist meadow, the Englischer Garten (English Garden), Odeonsplatz, and Eisbach (surfing in the Isar River, So. Fucking. Cool). Winda contemplates jumping into the Isar River. I am strongly against this idea. We eat the creepiest looking fish on a stick, bratwurst, schnitzel (obvs), and beer at Königlicher Hirschgarten (largest outdoor beer garden in the world). We contemplate stealing another beer glass. We decide against it–our hostel receptionist (Jon From Australia) has already labelled us as criminals escaping from Canada.
We go to Augustiner Keller, end up sitting at the same table of a nice (and super fucking tall) Australian couple, and are fed lies about Australia (I say this in the most loving way). We make an American friend. We will eventually and unexpectedly see this American friend later on in our travels because the universe does things like that..
Bye, Germany–you were just delightful.
I initially hated my boyfriend’s Miata, but somehow, maybe something to do with this hot, hot, hot heat, I’ve grown rather fond of this Mario-Kart-can’t-go-faster-than-70km/h-esque car. Despite the fact that it is exponentially more dangerous than your average sedan (even coupe for that matter), I doth enjoy the carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life image that was originally advertised for the Miata.
Carefree-Levi’s-blue-jeans American life. I mean, just how sexy is my
100% human hair burka highway hair?