Ah, the train station was a nightmare today as can be imagined with a Jaeger-train hangover and no preparation made. Karol needed a ticket for Bratislava and me for Munich. But actually my East Europe Rail Pass would dover me as far as the Hungarian border, so I just needed a ticket for part between the border with Germany and Munich. I had decided to go back to Munich because my plans to get to Prague to meet up with Aussie Ricky obviously didn't work out so we arranged Munich instead. Also, it gave me the chance to see Sungshin, the Korean I had met in Zurich, again. Although I got the feeling from recent correspondence that our expectations of this relationship might be somewhat different.
The ticket office at international train station in Budapest was a joke - such a long wait that I couldn't even get my ticket sorted before my departure time. So I gave up on that idea and bought some food for Karol and I as he held his place in line, knowing that it would cost more for a ticket once already on the train. I opted to just board my train and hope for the best so hugged Karol and told him I'd see him in London soon. The train journey worked out well and my hungover exhaustion was forgotten as I was able to get the whole way to Munich on my rail pass without paying any extra. Sungshin met me at the station and we found a hostel nearby aptly named Jaeger Hostel. To be honest though, memories of last night's Jaeger-train were still too fresh to enjoy the free welcome shot of (replica) Jaegermeister.
This is my second time in Munich. I don't like it here as there seems to be a bad feeling, an undertone of aggression perhaps. Although, both times I've come here, I've been near the train station and that is usually the worst and most dangerous part of a town, so maybe I just need to give the city another chance. Sungshin had invited me to stay with her host family again in the village. But I didn't want to. As nice as the family treated me, I felt uncomfortable there last time and I felt there might be something amiss or dysfunctional about that whole situation. So, as much as I hate to spend money on accommodation, opted instead to get my own room in the city. Sungshin treated me a nice traditional meal at a restaurant she knew and we spent the rest of the night catching up.
The ticket office at international train station in Budapest was a joke - such a long wait that I couldn't even get my ticket sorted before my departure time. So I gave up on that idea and bought some food for Karol and I as he held his place in line, knowing that it would cost more for a ticket once already on the train. I opted to just board my train and hope for the best so hugged Karol and told him I'd see him in London soon. The train journey worked out well and my hungover exhaustion was forgotten as I was able to get the whole way to Munich on my rail pass without paying any extra. Sungshin met me at the station and we found a hostel nearby aptly named Jaeger Hostel. To be honest though, memories of last night's Jaeger-train were still too fresh to enjoy the free welcome shot of (replica) Jaegermeister.
This is my second time in Munich. I don't like it here as there seems to be a bad feeling, an undertone of aggression perhaps. Although, both times I've come here, I've been near the train station and that is usually the worst and most dangerous part of a town, so maybe I just need to give the city another chance. Sungshin had invited me to stay with her host family again in the village. But I didn't want to. As nice as the family treated me, I felt uncomfortable there last time and I felt there might be something amiss or dysfunctional about that whole situation. So, as much as I hate to spend money on accommodation, opted instead to get my own room in the city. Sungshin treated me a nice traditional meal at a restaurant she knew and we spent the rest of the night catching up.
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