After a few days back in England sorting things out I returned to Munich. I considered bringing a guitar with me this time the ultimate symbol of settling down, really moving somewhere. Ryanair in effect wanted to charge me about one hundred euros for the pleasure so I had to reluctantly refrain.
As I boarded the plane I overheard a flight attendant saying that there were only ten suitcases in the hold. With the inertia of the take off on the runway all I could imagine was my suitcase flying around a vast empty space at great speeds hitting the walls every so often.
I remember when i worked in Psychology and was discussing with colleagues people in the public eye who are likely to be psychopaths. The chief of Ryanair was one of them and the best part about that? We were not kidding at all…
Anyway Munich has been fun. I am now staying in my third place in five days. Oh hostels sweet hostels. I have to say that this one has the best vibe of any i have been to in Munich. Two euro happy hour you say? Okay and I’m sold!
I know my age when i can see two people flirting, looking meaningfully into each others eyes ; travelers. It is unlikely to go anywhere tonight guys, you are staying in a hostel for f-sake, the other 13 people in your room might have something to say about it ! As i accidentally hear them speaking in German, but from afar, body language being English esque. Or indeed any other nationality that includes males and females with the flirting it occurs to me. That it is not the words being spoken that are important at all. It is something else. The actual words, they could be said in so many different languages - but it is what you are actually saying that is important. Unless I am wrong and it is something else.
I had a good time at Pullman city last weekend; a car show that the company i work for sponsored. It was staged at what looked like an American wild west town. It was good but the weather let it down.
The final thing that I want to mention is the Muenchen UBahn (the underground). Is it just me, but am I the only person that feels like I have to shower after only five minutes traveling on it during rush hour. I am here in a T-shirt with a jacket thinking, I cannot take the jacket off in case the Ubahn has made me smell regrettably most unagreeable. When at the same time many others are stood there in a jumper, a scarf, a winter coat, etc. I don’t get it, I just do not.