Saturday April 18, 1998
We rose about ten (translation 4 hours sleep) and packed for the trip to Munich (I am on Air France now!). I had barely had time to pack, shower, and stumble downstairs before the taxi was there. I managed to get our hotel’s web address and say my adieu. I was in a fog from the previous night and really loopy.
We arrived at the airport on time, and managed to get some batteries. A quick scope of the Virgin mini-megastore in the airport, and of course, the essential Chuck DeGualle meal, Burger King. We left on-time and are being served by Noah Wylie’s twin. After an hour and a half flight, we made it to Munich A-OK. I was disappointed that we didn’t get a stamp on my passport. When we stopped at the customs booth there was no one there at all. So we took a chance and just breezed through. I love the new open Europe.
We took a taxi into town, and man, it was a long trip. Our hotel is apparently part of a big chain. I thought it was a Best Western, but it was actually a Mercure. The room was nice and big and neat, but I saw a few ants wandering around. I decided to take a nap after calling Roger and filling him in on the previous night’s adventures, and the rest of the crew went to check on our hotel for tomorrow, the Hotel Bristol. After the nap, we went to the Hofbrau House for dinner. There were lots of people in bierhaus, but the restaurant was fairly empty. Had my first wienerschnitzel in 8 years, mmm-good!
After, we went back to the hotel and crashed. We have to get up early for our tour of the castles tomorrow. I wanted to go out again, but I was pooped and four hours worth of sleep does not help oneself be presentable. Unfortunately, I won’t get a chance to go out until Amsterdam which is OK, it’s better I rest now and save my energy.
