Madness in Munich

I had another crazy idea to jump in the car and head off for a long weekend, this time we would go to Munich.  Friday 1 August was the national holiday in Switzerland and we did the unpatriotic thing and left the country.  We were a bit festive the night before having sparklers on the balcony, while some of the locals lit their fireworks in anticipation of the big day. 

We left Cham around 10am and set the 

navigation system for Munich. After ten minutes we hit a roadblock and had to take a long cut through Zurich, an extra 45 minutes to the 4 hour drive. 

we arrived in Friesing, a little town 30 km north of Munich at 5pm that afternoon. The Marriott hotel was on a one way street not recognized by the GPS so we circled a round prior to finally seeing the road sign. The Hotel was under renovation and the only access was via the conference center and then after a load of steps. We also changed rooms in the hotel before finally getting settled around . I took Mingyu to town to buy some supplies for the kids and few snacks for the rest of us.  

It is a lovely town with nice shops, cobblestone streets, cheap good quality restaurants and the obligatory church or two.  We had a great meal in the warm evening air of the town platz with the church towering above us and cold beers. 

Saturday was our Munich day and we drove the car into the centre and parked in a handy capped spot (car park sign said free spaces but did not tell us that these free spots had have a car in them from the overcrowding in the next spaces) in the Shannehalle next to the Viktuelmarkt. 

We even wandered out of the old town and up to the English garden where we saw the open parks and a few nudie sunbathers. On the way back we stopped on Hofgarten a d went into a very charming looking old store called Alois Dallmeyr, /i bought a half roast chicken and some of the most expensive cherries in the world. 

We sat on the grass and had a nice picnic, during which Samuel sat on my crossed legs. Unbeknown to me he had done a poo and it had leaked out of the back of his diaper and onto the crotch of my white shorts. After lunch we got up and I noticed the damage, it wasn't a pretty sight, or smell.  after resusing the wet tissues with chicken grease and cherries we headed back to the car and to the hotel.