Germany: Munich

Honestly cannot decide if I like Munich or Fussen more. Munich very instantly became a city that I could see myself living in - so lively, had so much history, was safe (at least I felt that way), clean, had an abundance of good looking men, pork knuckles and sausages. I don't know what else I could ask for, really. 

The whole point of us heading to Germany in September was to be there for Oktoberfest, which meant that the cost of our hotel in Munich was pretty damned high but it's okay - I had a good time anyway. 

I didn't get to try these but I don't think I could really imagine how they must taste like, hmmmm. Everyone was wearing one of these around their necks though and while it was extremely tempting to get one to fit in with everyone else, I decided to save my money for food I could really eat hehe.

Some really cool in-the-building roller coaster with extremely trippy lights.

But rule of thumb: don't spend your money on horror rides, they're crap. 

We were all so excited about trying pork knuckle burgers because Brandon so excitedly declared them all yummy (he might have been drunk too, now that I think about it) but they were meh and so now Brandon's taste buds are no longer trust worthy. 

Marienplatz actually turned out to be my favourite place in Munich and it is blablabla so touristy/whatever but I absolutely loved the Mariensäule and the completely out-of-tune Rathaus-Glockenspiel. Plus the free Wifi didn't hurt.  

Funnily enough, one of our dinners was at a Greek restaurant - which really didn't make sense given how we were in Munich and all.......... but the food was still amazing anyway, and the service, impeccable.

And on our last day in Munich, we made the trip to the Dachau Concentration Camp with really crappy weather to add on to the already depressing mood. But even then, the place was still beautiful with the changing colours of the leaves and when the sun did stream in - but that never really stood a chance of being appreciated then. Just how, exactly, could people have been so sick to implement such forms of torture and extermination, I don't think I could ever understand. I mean, 2 years of studying Hitler/Lenin/Stalin and all that has somewhat told me how - but still. How do they live with themselves knowing how much they've taken from others?