A glimpse of Munich

After a run through the Munich train station, I found the ticket counter for the trains, waited in line for 20 minutes, and bought a ticket for one that left in 8 minutes after that. I swear, this is some great, low-stress practice for The Amazing Race.

The train I did get on has two changes before strasbourg, so that means dragging my still-packed bike from platform to platform. The two weisbiers and the pretzel I had should help with some energy to do that though.

I got a little glimpse of the Oktoberfest as many revelers made their way back home after what must have been a long day. I put my bike box up against a long wall on the train and went to get my pretzel. 20 minutes later I had to step over the German kid that was passed out sitting on my bike box. He was entertaining to listen to before he lost consciousness so I didn't mind.

A few Americans around too. it gives a little sense of home - and confirmation that I'm not crazy for loving this place. Surprisingly I've been keeping my mouth shut and most people don't know that I can't understand 90% of what I'm hearing. Usually it's not long after I do open my mouth that they figure it out.