Day trip to Munich

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We cycled to Ulm Hauptbahnhof early to get an express train to Munich. We had a slight hope of doing something about arranging to vote because we found out that there is a consulate there. We also wanted to see Munich.

The train tickets were not cheap and bikes were extra. The conductor who came along wanted to know where were the reservations for the bikes. We knew nothing about that and showed him our tickets. With the whites of his eyes showing, he sternly told us that on the way back ‘you must have reservations for zese bikes!’ So we went to arrange this in the station in Munich and were told firmly that it was too late, we could not get any reservations. Nor could we get our money back. We could take a slow train, but there was no guarantee that we would be able to get a seat. It is holiday time!

First we went to Marienplatz and found a large crowd there, under umbrellas as it was drizzling, looking up at the glockenspiel that was about to play. The bells play and the figures move and it is quite charming. The crowd behaviour was equally interesting – an audible gasp of astonishment could be heard as the figures began to move. People are easily entertained, aren’t they?

We climbed the tower of Peterskirche and also went inside. It is unlike any church we have visited so far with incredible ornamentation, painted ceilings, golden sculptures. It was badly damaged in WW2 and has been reconstructed.

Opulent Peterskirche

The Viktualienmarkt is nearby with lots of German sausages, bread, cheese, fruit, vegetables, flowers, and beer. We felt that some action research was necessary to test the quality of some of these products. We subsequently found that the bratwurst and sauerkraut are excellent. Further research will be undertaken.

The consulate is only attended on Tuesdays. It looks unlikely that we will be able to vote. We will call the embassy in Berlin tomorrow. Visited the Pinakothek – modern art museum – where there was an exhibition about buildings that have been damaged or destroyed and then rebuilt, from Roman times to WW1 & 2 and late 20th century.

We bought (and drank) the smallest beer we could in the Hofbrauhaus – still half a litre of fine Bavarian beer.

We boarded the train in the evening feeling nervous that there would be no space for our bikes or, worse still, we’d encounter the same conductor again. Ours were the only bikes except for a folding Dahon (which didn’t really need a rack) and the conductor this time didn’t care that we had no reservations. I think we may have encountered a small chink in German efficiency.

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