Jeremy and I woke up in Munich and rushed off to get ourselves sorted at the central station for what we thought was going to be a direct train to Prague, Czech Republic. We got there very very early, but were therefore able to relax over breakfast and watch two guys down several pints before 8am and try to flirt with a girl who was obviously having none of their shit as she grabbed a coffee on a way to catch her commuter train to work… hah, gotta love a trier I suppose.
Our train was waiting around for its departure time so after finishing our amazing cream-filling croissants (you’re welcome, Jer, for picking such delicious croissants when you expressly told me not to pick them 😉 ) we hopped on. Continue reading
Jeremy is back and we got on a plane to Munich.
in the airport!!
the train from the airport to munich city centre is EXACTLY LIKE THE O-TRAIN
After some delays we arrived at München Hauptbahnhof (Munich Central Station) quite late at night. Thankfully our hostel was quite close by because the area wasn’t the nicest after midnight. Continue reading
See, I would say that it’s really tacky of tourists to wear head-to-toe green on Paddy’s Day weekend, but to be fair, Dublin itself is head-to-toe green. Heather and I got off the plane into a green airport, illuminated like the majority of the city with green lights. Continue reading
So yesterday I spent the day in the picturesquely-medieval Haarlem, just twenty minutes from Amsterdam Centraal on the train. It was absolutely splendid. (like, quite possibly going to be my favourite part of the trip).
In the morning, I wandered through Vondelpark in Amsterdam for a bit… the amount of cyclists in Amsterdam is jaw-dropping anywhere but in Vondelpark it’s specifically insane. A very very nice park for a wander-through. Continue reading
So today I went to the spectacular Van Gogh Museum, which just so happens to be less than a block away from my hostel.
I spent hours there, holding back tears. It’s absolutely incredible to stand in front of these pieces, to see as he saw, and to know the torment that he was going through especially in his later years. Van Gogh just never gets old. Continue reading
So, I’ve done it: I’ve done something crazy.
I’ve hopped on a plane to an unknown city with an unknown language and a known reputation for drugs and prostitution. Alone.
#yolo. Continue reading