We got to a hostel, checked in, and as the room stunk of everything bad in the world, went out towards Munich's Ostbahnhof area, which had been recommended to us for Nightlife. There, I talked to a couple of Swiss and pretended I could understand them, before we met a guy a dressed up as a chicken, who was celebrating his stag-do. All I can say however, is that the clubs were so empty, that if I was him, I would have been very disappointed with my stag-do. Erik was on top form on Friday night, showing the bouncers who wouldn't let us into the club (despite not having a reason to) exactly what he thought of them, by mooning at them, before later being led away by security. We went back in though....
After getting back at 4 in the morning, we got up the next day at 10.30, cos we had to check out of the hostel at 11, as we thought we'd be staying with Erik's mate on Saturday night. We dumped our stuff in the central station and walked around Munich, taking photos of the city centre, where Erik bought a pretty cool had. Me and Scott then headed to an Irish pub to watch the Manchester derby, and considering he is normally so placid and calm, the sight of Paul Scholes last minute winner almost made him so insane. Straight after the game, we headed to the Allianz arena, to watch Bayern against Hannover, the main reason why we had come to Munich. We were originally gonna go and see Freiburg, but between Bayern and Freiburg, there is absolutely no comparison.
Bayern were 3-0 up at half-time and 7-0 was the full-time score, the club's biggest win in 20 years...AND WE WERE THERE! Arjen Robben was actually on fire with a hatrick, whilst Ivica Olic played well, and the Bayern keeper literally had nothing to do. The Bishop's Stortford Swifts team I used to play for with it's terrible 3 man defence would have offered better opposition than Hannover did on Saturday. The atmosphere in the Allianz arena was absolutely amazing, with 69,000 fans in there, a very excitable stadium announcer, and 2 old men that kept shouting about the game so much, that spit missiles went flying around at others in the rows near them. I was also happy to find that the match programme, which was a special edition to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Bayern, was only 3 euros.
After the game, we went for some pizza in an Italian restaurant, where we engaged in a fierce debate about whether the moody bitch behind the counter was hot or not, I still don't agree with Erik's opinion. Scott finally found out what he had spent his money on, having spent a large part of Saturday trying to calculate when he had split his third fifty, much to my amusement. We headed back to the hostel, and were absolutely nackered, so much so that after playing cards, I fell asleep slumped against the wall fully dressed for the night.
On Sunday, we saw a big palace in Munich, the name of which escapes me, before heading to the Hofbrauhaus for bier und wurst, which was incredibly tasty. I also am now the owner of a big Hofbrauhaus beer glass, which is an excellent souvenir for the trip. I think it's also funny to mention a conversation heard by the 3 of us from a group of rich American daddy's girls in Burger King, with the following quotes being overheard:
- "What is a volcano anyway? Is it just a mountain with a hole? What is the red stuff that comes out of it anyway?"
- "We were trying to decide if we had sex or not, so he wrote down a list of the pros and cons, but get this right, even though there were more cons than pros, he still wanted to have sex with me!"
Right so, I think Erik was a bit embarassed of his Landsleute at this point.
Travel there and back, 20 Euro
Ticket to the game, 45 Euro,
Accommodation, 40 Euro,
Spends, Unknown amount of Euros,
Seeing Erik moon a bouncer, successfully liberating a glass from the Hofbrauhaus and watching Bayern's biggest win in 20 years - PRICELESS!!!
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