Two hours later, I was in Munich.
In Munich, I went to a hostel, then to a cheep hotel. Both were full. After the hotel suggested I'd have a hard time finding anything, I threw up my hands and went to the next hotel I found, which cost more than I would have liked, but had mini-Toblerones on the pillows. In the future I will try to avoid taking the expensive but easy route -- the road less travled is more fun -- but in this case, the timing worked out nicely.
I went into town in search of Mike's Bike tours, which was highly recomended by my book. It was getting late, but figured I might get some information about their morning Dachau tour.
I found Mike's just as the evening tour was getting in. After getting the information I wanted I was invited along to the Hofbraeuhaus for beer. There I met the people who had been on the tour, in particular a group of Britts who had baught a Russian van in Russia and were driving it across the continent. After a beer at the Hofbraeuhaus, the women of that group insisted that it was time to go watch the football (socker) match at an Irish pub.
Munich
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