We touched down in Amsterdam and proceeded directly
to the train station.
Then caught an overnight down to Munich. We were about to fall asleep
when
these two guys burst in (independently, no less) and decided to hang out
with us.
The guy on the left is a Kiwi rugby player who popped the last of his
shrooms just
a few seconds ago. The guy on the right is a thirty-something dork from
Florida
who was completely stoned. So throw a couple of cases of cheap Heinekin
into
the mix, and it made for quite an interesting train ride.
Upon
reaching Munich, we were eventually able to meet up
with Declan. Here we are posing in the Old Town.
There's
a very large cathedral there.
A beautiful (and huge) example of German craftsmanship.
Looking at some art in the basement.
This sort of artistic style is what the Germans
would call a certain... I don't know what.
A view from atop the spires.
Here's the Mc, tanned and thin and sporting an
orange fro from his African journeys.
A view of the bell tower in the Old Town square
from atop the cathedral.
A random, yet old and beautiful, government building.
Some guy walking out
saw that we were tourists and let us inside. He also gave us a brief verbal
history of
the building, none of which we remember. But he was nice.
But we were more interested in finding a restroom
and taking cool
pictures.
