Sheer, agonizing misery only begins to explain our experience on the overnight train from Venice to Munich. I had booked us for 2 seats assuming that we'd have two seats in a main compartment, airplane style. No, not the case! Gina shot me death eyes when we found our seats- 2 of the 6 in a cozy little 'couchette' compartment- a teeny, tiny, very intimate little box which you share, for long amounts of time, with total strangers. These can become particularly awk...

Ah, where to begin... When we left off your fearless travelers had completed the first night at Weisen and had done a tour around Dachau. After that very hung over and solemn day, we couldn't muster the strength to head back to the Fest and therefor, instead enjoyed a large pizza dinner and couple of beers with Jason, Max and Katrin. A solid night of sleep left us well rested and we headed off to Tegernsee; see separate Tegernsee Blog entry. That night we did ...

OKTOBERFEST!! The overnight train from Amsterdam was brutal. I kept waking up thinking the guy across the aisle from me was choking on a steak or something as his snores were so violent. It was a long night but, we made it and exited the train into Munich's Hbf train station to find our friend Jason waiting to whisk us away to his and Jess' sweet ass apartment where there waited a hot shower, laundry machine and a bed (not to mention a fridge full of German suds)...