So picking up where I left off – overnight train travel is not romantic, it is not conducive to sleep, you may get robbed and basically the whole thing can get forked…..but let’s not keep blabbing on about it (who am I kidding, I wrote a whole blog post whining about it).
It’s now 7am on Easter Sunday and we are finally in Munich….with under eye bags resembling something attached to a man’s crotchal area (was that a crime to your imagination right there?), we hail the only cab that was at the station. Picture this if you will…..a woman cab driver that is old enough to be Betty White’s grandma sitting behind the wheel of a cab so ancient you had to crank the engine with a handle at the front. My goodness, we ain’t in Kansas or any civilised place anymore Ima thinkin. To add old insult to old injury this living breathing relic did not appear to know where anything was in Munich. Our hotel was right next to the Viktualienmarkt which is a very famous food market in the heart of Munich but alas nope nadda.