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#ThisIsHowWeMunich

7/19/2017

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Nothing like a couple of fat Asian kids swimming in the middle of a Bavarian river while all the Europeans chillin on the gravel - some nude, some not.

Munich, you came around. I wasn't sure about you yesterday, but damn. The day started relatively early with us grabbing some coffee and a sando at the Bahnhof, a quick stop at a local music shop to wiggle my fingers on a few Spanish-made nylon strings. Then, just as D'Animal had dreamed, we rented bikes and took a ride to Englischer Garten, a serene park which stretches from the city center to the northern limit. By the entrance you see a nice looking standing wave where local surfers take turns to ride in a city with no access to an ocean. Kinda reminiscent of the artificial surfing found in a water park, only with much scenic background and no kids peeing in the pool. After we spectated for a few minutes, our bikes ran along local joggers, weekend cyclists and a series of gorgeous streams around river Isar. Fucking beautiful. So peaceful that it completely evaporated the frustration from yesterday.
About halfway across the park we came to a biergarten by The Chinesischer Turm (Chinese Tower) in which sits a brass band of old faithfuls playing drinking songs to the liter-stein-holding crowd. Next to us sat 4 dads, merrily and in control kept raising their steins, and consuming the amount of liquid that can fill a kiddy pool and at the rate that I couldn't even dream of keeping up with. Guess they never have to worry about their beer getting warm. I just shook my head. We kept on riding for another hour or so afterwards just for me to empty my stomach, and I didn't even finish the damn thing.
Now we find ourselves sitting riverside with locals, feet slightly wet, just chillin. Soon we find ourselves a local eatery that serves Augustiner Brau (recommended by Joerg the Bavarian, who hired me for one of my first cover gigs in Cali way back when) and an unforgettable meal of Wienersnitzel, chicken cooked in a milky Dijon/pepper/butter sauce over egg noodles and a cream of asparagus soup, all of which is to die for. My Dunkel goes down smooth as I watch a few locals sitting outside, enjoying early drinks. This might have been the most calm day of this trip, and is exactly what I needed. No drama, no yelling, very little tourism. Just a nice weather, fair amount of workout and good food/beer as a reward. Life is good.
Next morning. D'Animal, a student of War histories, decides that we should stretch out to The Alps to visit Kehlsteinhaus aka The Eagle's Nest, a Hitler's private hideout and the only standing building from The Third Reich era. It takes a train ride, a few bus swaps and an elevator ride up to the summit, all of which rounds up to about 3-hour trip and a quick hop over to Salzburg, Austria. The entire way down there is scenic; a bus ride with amazing views of Bavarian Alps on both sides, a local brew, a real good Goulash and a ridiculous Apfelstrudel (itself almost savory, comes to fruition when combined with an ice cream) in a tiny riverside resort town of Berchtesgaden, making us wish we could stay overnight. As we close in on our destination the tourism meter goes up significantly, mainly because of the limited real estate atop Kehlstein. Once there, however, you're rewarded with some of the most spectacular mountain views of your life.
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I come from Toyama, in Japanese the name means "mountain-rich" which refers to what we call North part of Japanese Alps, a 10,000+ft mountain range which spans across 3 prefectures including mine. In my youth I was fortunate enough to enjoy some of the highest peaks in Japan mainland several times. My old man used to summit a few of these in his younger days. Even when I get to comparably lower altitude such as Big Bear I feel much happier than on the sea level. It's in my blood. I wanna live on a mountain. #babycakes After we inhale as much of this vapor gold, we sit in a room with the original fireplace where Hitler sat with Mussolini, or guests at a reception for Gretel Brown (Eva's sister) wedding or by himself looking down Obersalsburg, the world, and consumed whatever drug he was on. Food is surprisingly decent, but must admit Mickey Mouse on a menu is an eyesore. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Now, coming down from the mountain gets a bit hectic, since we missed our "reserved" bus from the Kehlsteinhaus to Obersalsburg, hence the bus/train back to Salzburg. A quick search online brings up a long distance bus option called FlixBus; about the same travel time for half the price, no transfer. I go ahead and book it, only to realize that I booked a day ahead. #facepalm indeed. PAY ATTENTION. FINE PRINTS. SILLY MONKEY. I've been wasting too much money on transport mistakes like this, but I guess it's the cost of having flexibility, which allowed us to make it to one of the most stunning sceneries I've seen in my life. That being said, PAY ATTENTION. FINE PRINTS. DUMB MUTHERFUCKER.

FlixBus drop off back in Munich happens to be nearby Augustiner Keller, a massive beer garden where D'Animal watched a 2010 Worldcup game, needless to say a memorable day. So we make this our last stop in Bavaria, but by the time we get there the place looks dead; beer garden is more of a daytime hang. I do see a crowd inside the banquet hall, so I take a peek while D'Animal visits the boys room. The party is definitely winding down but it is before midnight - I ask a tall older gentleman behind the bar and ask for beer. Slightly taken aback by my English request, he calls for an older lady in a St. Pauley outfit who also speaks little English. By the time D'Animal finds me I'm doublefisting liter-steins which makes him ecstatic. As we sit at a long table where some of the wedding party are still hanging out, we hear a random snare drum roll in the distance and tap my fingers along. Almost immediately I notice an older lady next table is doing the same thing and we notice each other. She says there was a local high school marching band that performed earlier, and we got to talk. Barbara, an art gallery owner, turns out to be a straight-talker and a delight to converse with, and the first one to ask us about the current US political turmoil. I'd say she's not left-leaning, a conservative in a traditional sense, but sure does not say anything positive to say about our Racitst Cheeto.

​Throughout many conversations I have on this trip, I would learn (or reconfirm) that the rise of nationalism and the pushback against globalization are very prominent, but they do not align with what we in the US call "conservative" or "the right." Not one person I talk to has sympathy for what went down in our election, let alone the man-child in the Oval Office. Make a case for them making observations from across the Atlantic, not fully understanding nor with all the information as to what's going on, but the fact remains; he is despised. Looked down on. The fact that has a very serious and real consequences because, no matter how tall a wall we build around us, we cannot isolate ourselves from the outside. We cannot escape into our suburbs. If they're confident in what they're doing, they have to convince the rest of the world that they are, cause no one (except for oil and weapon traders) is buying that.
Back to Barbara, who now reveals that she's one of the ten locals that have been coming to this joint for 45 years straight. Every day for almost half a century, at least one of the ten is here either with others that don't frequent here as much, or by themselves. They even have a table reserved. We lose our shit and demand that she shows us this table, which she graciously agrees to. It's not much; a rather bare 12-person or so wooden table with a few drawers underneath. On that hot and/or crowded day that D'Animal was here last, they were here, sitting on this table in a shade, watching the game. When M9 hit northeast Japan and Fukushima reactors went meltdown, when those planes hit the Twin Towers, when the Berlin Wall came down, they were here drinking at this table. Right next to her table there's one that's a bit more decorated, which belongs to another group that's been coming here just as long, according to Barbara. That is how they Munich. I'm in love with this woman. Or rather the culture to which she's given us a tiny peek. I ask for a selfie, like a goddamn Asian tourist that I am. Only with friends though.

Upon telling her how awesome my last trip to Franconia was, Barbara goes "Ugh, we don't like too much Franconian." Just had to hear her say it ;)
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Ashlee M link
11/24/2020 19:46:10

Thank you for sharing this

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