Change of plans

Ok, so if you hadn't guessed by my description, we absolutely loved Munchen. After careful deliberation (ok, not that careful), we had decided by the time we arrived in Vienna that there was no way in hell we would end this trip without stopping by again on the way out. We ultimately figured that our time in Prague, sadly sacrificed, would be much better spent on a separate trip dedicated to Eastern Europe (Russia and the rest of the old Soviet Bloc.) This would keep the trips a bit more fluid, allow us to more fully understand each culture separately, and...oh, hell, we really wanted to go back toMunchen.

So, after our night stay in Linz, we were on our way back to Germany. We rolled into town on the late side, and had to stay in a different hostel on account of everything being booked with Oktoberfest on the horizon. I won't go into much detail about our (2nd) time in Munich, mainly because I've already (hopefully) explained the city well enough. Within 24 hours, we had kicked back, drank beer,played some pool and foosball and chatted it up with a New Zealander , an American, a Swiss, a Swede, some Germans (of course), two Australians, a Russian and probably a few I'm forgetting. We spent hours just strolling through the warm summer streets of the old town, without a care in the world. When I said this place is awesome - I wasn't joking. We could have easily done this for another two weeks straight. Suffice it to say, we had a good time, and our change of plans also gave us time for an extra day in Berlin to pick up some of the things that time didn't permit when we first arrived. But more on that later!