From Berlin we took a train to Munich. We boarded the sleek ICE, enjoyed a cup of tea or two courtesy of the ‘onbord’ restaurant, and watched the Germany countryside silently rush past us at 200kph.
Sweet electrified rail.
Six hours later we arrived in Munich, just in time for the end of the Starkbier festival. There were Germans in trachts and lederhosen all around, as well as drunken English people wearing superhero costumes, running about with beers in hand, and occasionally whinging about how dross yesterday’s dinner was.
So, after wandering through the Aldtstadt, trying to negotiate the massive crowds, we decided a beer or two was in order. For around 3 Euro we could buy a pint of gorgerous Munich brew – wheat beer seemed to be the main speciality, accompanied with a fresh pretzel.
However, slightly overwhelmed by the busy-nesses of it all, we decided we needed to venture off the beaten track, and check out the other sights of Bavaria. Or, so was the plan.
The following day we took a train to the Austrian town (and European tourist capital) of Salzburg.
Apparently they have pretzels and beer there too.