Munich and dodgy Heathrow hotel, Days 7-10 (Brazilians make party)

Hi guys,

Well, we're getting a bit behind with the whole blogging thing, and I'll explain why in both this and the next message. We re-commence our story having just landed in London. This was my opportunity to gloat about my Irish passport, smirk at Patrick and skip ahead, leaving him to jostle with the other working holidaymakers in the "Permits with non-EU passports" line.

Having just arrived from Singapore, you couldn't help but notice how erm.... lacking in efficiency things are at Heathrow generally. E.g. the shuttle to take us to the hotel, which supposedly comes every 10 minutes, took a good 45 minutes to arrive, then proceeded to take us in a loop around the sights of Heathrow not once, but twice.

The hotel (5 mins from airport) itself was actually quite decent, but the other guests that were trying to bang down our door at 10pm, 11pm and 2am were not. Thankfully all that was required to get rid of them was an angry sounding "Fuck off, this isn't your room!" yelled at the top of my lungs.

Anyway, I'll hand you over to Patrick for an insight into our next destination - the beer capital of the world!

Megan

How can I describe Munich? It's pretty much everything I expected, beer, pork and serving wenches/wenchmen (i'm fairly certain that's not the correct terminology - if anyone knows the masculine form of wench, please advise - also if anyone knows the origins of the term "dossing" I'll buy them a beer!)
Anyway, Munich was strange because it was basically full of pissed Aussies wearing whatever green and gold or Australian flags they could get their hands on. Munich actually sold out of Australian merchandise! There was also a massive contingent of Brazilians, likewise wearing green and gold which often made for awkward pauses as Portuguese questions were responded to with a G'day mate...
We met up with some mates from back home at the world famous Hofbrauhaus, where we proceeded to chug the traditional 1L steins of beer (thankfully which adhered to the German purity law of 1517 - meaning no hangovers!) and then moving on in a mission to find a discotheque. In front of the Hofbrauhaus there was a large plaza of Aussies chanting away to a group of Brazilians "Who the fuck is Ronaldinho?" - I think he's a tennis player or something :-)
with people hanging out of windows - general craziness, all efficiently watched over by a van of Polizei in riot gear.
We eventually made it to the discotheque (after asking directions from previously mentioned Polizei) in a massive warehouse area called Ostbanhof where there was about 40 different clubs. After shaking our booties and sweating buckets we decided to call it a night.

This post is getting a bit long so well post again later and explain Brazilians make party!

Khoo