Stop, Mum, don’t call the priest! I’ll contextualise the title soon.
Our last full day in Munich, we decided against a day trip out of town (weather is a little hard to pick) so strolled across to the English Gardens where we spent most of our time watching the ducks and Germans surfing in some man-made waves in the river. I guess this is what you do when you have no real beaches.
Surf’s Up!
There were also naked people in the park. Not running around or walking their dogs (SO many dogs out today!), but mostly sunbathing on the spring grass. Our guide book had warned us of such occurrences being common to this park, but that didn’t stop Marthese from exclaiming “Good lord, is that a naked person?” and then laughing at our prudish Australian ways. Most of the naked people were old, so I thought I’d bring a touch of youth to the proceedings, stripping off to join them. Sadly compared to their smooth German bodies, my hirsute exterior made me look like I was wearing a fur coat in the sun.
Chill, Mum, I’m kidding! Mostly.
The Chinese Tower was a strange but nice little beer garden in the park, and we stopped for a tea and coffee. But the beer garden planted an idea in our mind, and we marched back across town to the Viktualienmarkt for beer and pretzels, and I tried my first ever White Sausage, a local speciality. Totally delicious. I want it everyday for the rest of my life.
Tea!
Coffee!!
Beer and delicious white sausage!!!
Beer and the saltiest giant pretzel ever!!!!
A little shopping around the excellent market (and an inevitable department store to buy me some shoes) was a relaxing way to spend our last day in Munchen. We’re gonna miss it!
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