Saturday! No training today but still lots to fit in, so I'm up at 07:00 ready for a last Munich adventure.

I visit the statue of Bavaria, but the steps up
inside are not open at this time of the year.
My usual expert planning.

This is the site famous Octoberfest. I can just
imagine the spirit from the Hofbrauhaus
multiplied here for days on end.

I check out and wander Marianplatz, trying
to get up the clock tower (fail) and trying to
find a very nice shop I'd passed last night
(and failed again) so I made my way to the
Olympic Stadium as it's time for the tour.

The buildings seem part organic, part alien
Weissbratwurst mit pomme frittes
required for sustenance
then it gets easier
some more history/background,
before going up a peak

At the top! The angle is really
steep, but the walking surface
is awesome, like thousands of
tiny gripping jaws.

The hill in the distance is articifial.
This site was all flat before the
construction (1966-1972)

We complete the roof tour. Sadly there's
no abseiling today, so that's still
something to try in the future.
I impress the receptionist with:
"Einshundligung Sie, bitte, Ich mochte
sehen das Katoffelmuseum"
After that it falls down a bit as I think he's
offering me a translator, when he actually
means an English version of the guide.
That sorted, I enter...
No - Professor Uhrmann's table of potatoes

Some of the first decorations on German Christmas
trees were silver- and gold-coloured potatoes.
That's your KartoffelFact of the week.

A refined setting for the humble potato.
The dumplings are fabulous though,
as I can now attest

Kartoffelland
(potato meets German flag)

I have a couple of hours to kill
(the Potato Museum doesn't
take as long as I expected!)
I see people up the clock tower

A few minutes later I'm up there, snapping
away amidst the throng of tourists who
circle the top in BOTH directions.
Here I could suggest some extra efficiency.

Frauenkirche and the Rathaus (town hall)
plus Christmas market below
Auf Wiedersehen, Munchen!
It's been an epic Wonkashone
trip down memory lane
There is no life I know,
to compare with pure imagination.
Living there, you'll be free,
if you really wish to be












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