Okay, go again. That was my dinner arriving. Oh god, it was wonderful. Pasta with mozerella, and some bits of what I think were eggplant. Oh man, some of the best pasta I can recall eating. I guess Munich isn’t so far from Italy. What a meal.

Now what was I saying? Oh, right, I’m here. I’m happy to be staying in my Hostel, the “Easy Palace” which has a name that rings well for me, but has shown few signs of the easy people you’d assume would be there. Oh well. It’s no David’s Crazy Youth Hostel, but it will have to do, for 2 nights anyway.

I’ve written over 13 pages today I think, perhaps it’s about time to quit and read a bit more of my book, maybe sample a beer once my belly clears. Peace out, yo.