I went back to the park for a workout. It’s near part of the 19th century city wall fortifications.
Once again I had an excellent breakfast. There was even a little ‘Auf Wiedersehen’ card!
Wednesday is a market day in Ulm and everyone was out buying fresh food.
I then caught a train to Munich. Everything was PACKED. However, I did gain some strength from the presence of RISCHART.
Unfortunately the presence of at least 2 Rischarts in the underground part of the station does not make for easy navigation.
Eventually I found my hotel – Letomotel Munchen City Nord. It’s a basic hotel but did have air conditioning. The location would not be handy if you wanted to do things in town but for what I wanted it was quite good.
I had some lunch and was much revived.
I then went to BMW Welt. This is near the 1972 Olympics site. The site is now a very agreeable park.
The Welt itself has free entry and shows all the latest BMW, Mini and Rolls Royce vehicles, some of which you can sit in/on. Because it was school holidays the whole place was filled with children who were running everywhere and pushing in. It was also full of Russians who would sit in the cars for ages. New world rule: 30 seconds only! No 50 picture photoshoots!
Then I went to the student district to go secondhand shopping. When I got off the train one of the older buildings nearby had some distinctive damage.
I found one place that did clothes by the kilo. Note that the per kilo charge is up to Eur85 so don’t get carried away. It did however have some excellent examples of the 1970s West German maxidress style.
I then went to the Katzentempel – the cat cafe! I’d been told it was vegan, but even if it was, the tart was AMAZING.
I saw 3 fat ginger cats there, including this chap, who I sat next to.
I then walked north a bit. They have a permanent market set up in the square.
The rest of the area has more clothes and homeware shops.
I went to Olympia-Einkaufzentrum. Note that if you get off the U-Bahn you may get posted up into the Mona shopping centre, which is small and crap by comparison. The real one is a bit further north.
Everyone was having a sale. Zara had some bargains but it was complete madness.
I had my last dinner in Germany.
Then finally I had a spaghettieis – I’d seen them everywhere I’d been but not bought. They squeeze the icecream through a press to make it look like spaghetti.
Then I went to the supermarket just for a look. Those fancy Europeans do like chocolate, and are very fond of putting chocolate on bread:
I then had my final Mullermilch