10.12.2016 - 12.12.2016 8 °C
Saturday night was the night for visiting that mighty Munchen institution - the Hofbrauhaus. We were there early enough that we didn't have to queue to get in, but we did spend a bit of time circling around and eyeing off our fellow diners, trying to work out who would be leaving soon. There were a few false alarms (who puts their furry jacket on in a hot building and then DOESN'T leave?) but eventually we found ourselves seated and being attended to by a fairly impatient Spanish waiter. Even saying 'gracias' to him did little to soften his mood. And the oom-pah band that had been playing when we arrived seemed to go on strike as soon as we were comfortably seated. Nevermind - there was beer, there were pretzels, there was pork knuckle and there was potato in every conceivable form. Can't ask for anything more than that on a night out in Germany. Well I suppose you could, but you shouldn't be greedy.
Sunday morning rolled around all too soon, and by 6.30am we were walking out of the hotel doors and escorting Jazzie to the airport. The bus did that spiteful thing of dropping us at the train station just in time to watch the train pull away from the platform, but that gave us 15 minutes to appreciate the sunrise and try our bestest to stay warm.
After taking Jazzie as far into the bowels of Munich airport as we could without a valid boarding pass, we headed back to the hotel, had a spot of brunch and then Simon and I proceeded to spend the rest of the day being total spoilsports by going back to bed in an effort to shake off our colds and regain humanity. We were pooped. You might even say we were ninkompooped.
Team Dunn spent the afternoon at the aquarium, and Crawford was pretty excited to show us his Happy Meal toy acquisition - a koala who spoke in German. Random. Clare was pretty excited to show us that this toy had an off switch, which I think may have been activated less than 24 hours later.
We totally splashed out on a hotel breakfast the next morning - a stark contrast to the usual ninking approach of cereal and yoghurt. There was some serious competition regarding who could use the waffle maker the most effectively, and Crawford conducted a serious experiment on the number of body parts he could cover in Nutella while still retaining enough Nutella for his waffle. I offered to make Simon a coffee using the fancy shmancy coffee machine, but my first attempt only resulted in a cup of warm, frothy milk. I'm proud of the second attempt though - it even had coffee in it. And I completely nailed making a cup of tea. Small victories. We were bailed up by a fellow Australian who lived in Ballarat, but was from Warrnambool originally. He talked at us for quite some time, and it seemed as if he might genuinely be staying with us for the next leg of the journey, but thankfully he returned to his wife eventually.
We checked out, and made it to the Hauptbahnhof with plenty of time for farewells before our respective trains departed. Auf wiedersehen Dunns, and auf wiedersehen Deutschland!