That low down and dirty feeling

"Oh, how pleasant," you´re thinking. "He´s now posted two days in a row."

Well you shouldn´t be. Today´s story is only the result of the ready accessibility of computers at my hostel, and the terrible sleeping patterns of the good Doctor and Captain of t.O.E.S.´s crew.

So I must reiterate, Munich is an absolutely beautiful city.

Now:
Waking up early in the morning to the sound of the multitude of American Sorority girls oozing over their Brit-accented new friends is always an excellent way to start your day. I recommend seeking out these people, as they tend to have better effect in waking you than an actual fire alarm.

Yesterday was a Bank Holiday here in Munich so next to nothing was open. We managed to find, totally by accident the Deutches Museum. Wow. To preface the exposition on the exhibits, let´s just say that this Museum is easily one of the coolest places I have ever visited. It´s interior exhibits technological, artistic, and scientific breakthoughs from the past thousand years or more -- all German, but not discriminating against American, British, or other significant breakthroughs. Full sized full masted ships filled the main halls, a replica of the interior of a space shuttle, an airliner fuselage, all sorts of scientific experiments including, but not limited to: pendulums, full explanations on the building of fiber optics and holograms, and my personal favorite, various musical instrumentation findings like the keyed guitar, and many fonosynthetic synthesizers (mostly from the German Krautrock breakthrough era [check out Kraftwerk, Michael Rother]).

Not only these, but, being that the museum is an interactive one, there were different things to try out to help you further understand the significance. One of the coolest being: a replication of various shapes your vocal chords make when speaking, through which air is pumped and sound is made. All the vowel sounds were there, then by using a sort of governing flap, you could almost form actual words. Hours of entertainment. We are headed back today to visit the planetarium and observatory.

After our minds were blown, we feasted again on sausages and one of the best plates of potato salad I have ever tasted (sorry Grandma). I don´t see how a Vegan could survive in this country. Then it was off to our hostel (housing the only bar open on this holiday) to drink away the pain in our stomachs. Which, interestingly enough, doesn´t actually end any sort of pain. Oh what a day, what a night. I like Germany.

Now, with all that said, here is my journal entry for today:

Dear Diary,

Last night someone urinated on me in my sleep. Needless to say,

I woke up.

More tomorrow,

Kyle