Munich Hostel

The Labor office was open mornings only, we were very disappointed as we had spent the whole day building up our confidence and planning all our lies, to get a job. We were told that the next day we could wait in one of two cues: for chambermaids or hotel receptionists. My impulse was to go for the chambermaids as we could blend in there but the receptionist job would obviously pay more. We headed back to the station to get our bags and the subway to the hostel, where we could only check in after 5pm. The underground is almost like a mall, with bakeries, restaurants and other shops. So we tried a real German apple strudel. Well we had to, right?

To cut a boring day short, the hostel was way out of town, but was exquisite. It was in an old castle but has been renovated so is warm and comfy. We were on the third floor in one of the turrets, and over looking the ice encrusted river, with fragile finger like black trees along the edges. The price included breakfast, sheets and a duvet! It was very good quality, and value but far from the center of town. We spent the evening chatting to some Australians. They told us how Hussein had gassed the Kurds in Northern Iraq last year. The whole village was discovered dead.

Munich is close to Dachau, but I don't know if I want to go there. It seems a bit futile to have kept the camps to remind us of the tragedy of the WWII, so that it "never happens again", cos as we stand in all these museums, it is happening all over again, all over the world.

Photo by Orlikins