49-Euro-Ticket-Tours: Volkach
Jetzt weiß ich gar nicht, ob diese Fahrt überhaupt als 49-Euro-Ticket-Tour zählt. Aber was soll’s. Wenn ich schon einmal dabei bin. Der Grund dieses Ausflugs war, dass der Nachtfahrer bei Würzburg auf der Autobahn eine Panne hatte und es viel mir zu, nicht zuletzt wegen meines 49-Euro-Tickets, den Wagen aus einer Werkstatt wieder abzuholen. Und diese Werkstatt war irgendwo im Nirgendwo.
Genauer…
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Europe 2022 - Day 19 - Munich to Hausen
I left the hostel this morning - there were only two of us in the 8-room dorm at 9 PM last night, so I thought I’d be lucky, but when I returned at 11:30 PM, I was wrong. By the way, dudes are gross, right? The two older guys (I refuse to call them gentlemen) were up at 7 talking in the loudest voices, and one kept hacking up a lung oyster every 5 minutes that he spit into the damn sink and didn’t wash down. They also pissed all over the toilet. They say our youth are the disrespectful ones, and these 50-something assholes were disgusting. Ugh.
I started to head east to the edge of town - I was meeting up with my next batch of Couchsurfers that had visited me in Portland! But first some more records. I made my way to Best Records Vinyl (big name to live up to there), but had some time to kill before they opened, so I figured I’d find a café. But not before I’d walk by a few cool museums, and see this fella just sittin’ all out in the open:
I love when museums are also art within themselves. I dig this look:
I was looking for a café, and café find I did. (Me not write güd.) Welcome to Katzentemple, and prepare for adorableness overload:
As you can likely ascertain, this is a cat café. Why someone is not calling them catfés is beyond me. Also, however, it was a vegan cafe, and while I have been dying for a doner kebab, I believe in paying for the privilege to pet kitties (let’s keep it clean here, folks). So I ordered the lunch special, known as the banh meow with salad. And here’s how it came:
I mean, I’m not a softie or anything, but fuck that’s adorable.
After, I went back to the record store, and saw a sign on the door I hadn’t seen before, and my best guess is it said they were on vacation until the 13th of October. Dammit. (Also, I’ve seen quite a few handmade signs in German now, and the writing looks like the way our great-grandparents wrote! It bizarre. BTW, did you know they don’t even teach cursive anymore in the US? Is that bonkers? It feels bonkers to me.
I headed out to Messe München, which is this new convention center development. Not gonna lie, in typical Euro fashion they had fountains and plazas and whatnot so it was nice, but I suppose slightly soulless.
Still, nice. They had a massive mall in separate building with breezeways, but the mall ran throughout via skybridges and underground. And all the things were there - food, grocery stores, department stores, etc. I was surprised to see so many folks on a Wednesday afternoon, as most folks will tell you the mall is all but dead in America.
I waited as Leonie and Julia, besties who happen to work in the same industry as well as prior fellow Couchsurfers, got out of their fancy schmancy real estate trade show thing. We hopped in Julia’s car, and it was off to her current and hometown of Hausen, population 2,000, which is located not too far outside Nuremberg (known as Nürnberg in Germany). As I have learned with German folks so far, I met some family, and then me, Leonie, Julia, and her boyfriend and mother sat down for some pizza and drinks. An early night was in the works as everyone was worn down from the week, but I’m looking forward to the coming days, and getting to check out more of Bavaria!
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