Don't prost too hard

Well then folks, now that we were done in Prague it was time for us to take a trip back into Germany, this time to Munich. We were getting slightly worried as our tour manager had once again warned us not to get our hopes up and that tour accommodation was going to continue to decline. After Prague this was getting slightly worrying, but we headed off anyway.

Our first stop in Munich was the world famous Glockenspiel... our tour manager warned us that it was over-rated but damn... it has to be one of the most pathetic things that I have ever seen. The astrological clock in Prague at least looked pretty cool, even if it's display was a little weak. This thing was... useless.

The entire thing that it does looks like it was some sort of carousel. Sure it was made ages ago so I suppose yay, good accomplishment for back then. But the way people go on about this thing you would think that it farts gold and burps wishes. Anyway, this wasn't thankfully, what I had been looking forward to in Munich. That title belongs to something a lot more special, a lot more sacred and awesome. A proper German beer hall.

After dumping our stuff in our rooms at the hostel. Okay no wait, I have to tell you about the door locks. Holy cow. These things were complicated. You had to press in a button. Press your room key card to the sensor. Wait for a light to change colour, turn the knob to the right while pushing on the other handle in order to open your room. Only it didn't work. Our esteemed tour leader was slightly misinformed about the locking mechanism.

On the actual door handle there is a slight, and I do mean very slight, bulge in one direction. That is apparently the direction you have to turn the handle in once the light changes colour... Seriously have these people not heard of a simple lock and key or even a normal damn keycard system? This sort of thing should be outlawed as torture. Do have any idea how loud drunk people are when trying to open their rooms at nigh? Anyway, that only happened later, back to the beer hall.

So the beer halll we went to was a bit out of town but it was damn awesome. Huge steins (read one liter) jugs of beer as well a huge meal (read pork knuckle). It was made of awesome. The food was cooked to perfection, the crackling was nice and crispy while the meat itself was still juicy and I was even able to drink half of my beer. For anyone that knows me they should know that I do not drink beer. It tastes crap. Which is what my taste buds decided to remind me about half way through the stein. Oh well. I can still say that I went to a German beer hall and had pork knuckle and beer. So screw all your disaproving looks.

Anyway, it was't just food and drink that we got at the beer hall. There was a full on performance by some dancing girls, oh but before that, the "band". This consisted of one old guy on the trumpet and this other old guy on the keyboard. And wow, this guy on the keyboard looked half dead. There was absolutely no facial expression. He could have been Keanu Reeves grandfather. He just stared sideways at all of us and continued playing with this completely dead expression on his face. I was ebegining to think that perhapos he had died and his body was just so used to doing the same thing that it simply got up and carried on doing what it was used to doing.

Anyway, they provided some awesome music and wow the guy in the trumpet... he liked to make us drink. For those stalkers out there who don't know about beer halls, there is a specific song that everyone has to sing in the hall, which toast to at the end of the song. Well the trumpet guy kept calling for everyone to sing this song and take up their glasses after every second or third song. It was kind of rediulous. Not to mention, although I only spotted it about half way through the evening, he had nothing in his tankard. He would just lift up the lid, we toasted and then he put it down again... not suspicious at all... hmmm... but anyway, the dancing girls.

The performance was awesome. Lots of leg swinging, skirts flying and strange branch things being twirled around. It was good entertainment. I can see why the Germans of old enjoyed having beer halls so much. If I was getting entertainment like that every time I went to one I'd be there like every day. Good times. The best of which was this one dance where they used a bench and would smash it up and dopwn against the stage while dancing around it. While this was happening, two of the other girls would be using different sized cow bells to provide accompanyment to the music. It was really cool and I reccomend everyone try and experience it some time. Stalkers... you do it when I'm not there... you dodgy freaks...

But anyway, the evening was a great time, some people got called up on stage to dance with the girls as well as having everyone in the hall join in for the chicken dance (some of the people didn't know how to do it, I thought everyone was born with that knowledge?). After everything had died down and we cleared out of there we headed back to the hostel and the club that it had down stairs. I have to admit that the club was pretty decent; dance floor, bar, pool tables etc. Anyway we had two or so drinks there before heading back up the rooms to get a relatively early (read like 12 or so) night before we heading off the next morning.

Scores:
Me: 2
Her: 4
New Guy: 2
Chachi: 1