So when we last left off I had got home at 6:30 from the club. Managed to get a few hours sleep which was nice and John made breakfast, scrambled eggs with tomato and ham. Went down real well after the night before. Also made juice which will forever be known as 'hangover be gone' juice, not that I had much of a hangover to begin with but that's besides the point. Actually I was amazed I didn't have a splitting headache with the amount of alcohol consumed.

So afterwards it was probably worth doing something a little touristy and went to the lake just outside of munich to a little town called starnberg. Got some lunch, has more beer and then went for a swim. Now since there isn't any oceans nearby when it gets hot people just fling themselves into the lake, and because it's not on a beach people set up picnics along the lake edge with portable bbqs and fling meat onto it and then fling their drinks into the lake with themselves because the water is cold enough to be an eski. But when in Rome...or Munich you do what the locals do and go swimming with the fishes. I don't mean gangster swim with concrete shoes and lots of screaming about owed money or sleeping with a relative I just mean that there's fish in the lake to, but I didn't see any so I wasn't swimming with the fishes for either meaning. Actually why is the saying 'swimming with the fishes'? Fishes isn't even the plural of fish. English is stupid. Anyway, I didn't go swimming without the fishes for very long because it was cold. So made the short walk back to the car through the forest because the Germans just park wherever they want because 'f*** it I'm not walking far' and no one can be bothered to build a proper carpark.

Then quickly got changed and jumped on the train to meet with a couple of friends of John's at a high society restaurant next to the club we were going to because 'f*** it I'm not walking far'.

So I should tell you about the high society that hangs out at these places. Once upon a time there was many a famous crowd that would hang out and eat their expensive food and discuss who was the snootiest. But the crowd filled with wannabes so the famous crowd left and the wannabes followed so all that's left are the wannabe wannabes and a few stragglers from the old crowd. Dirk (John's friend) was saying that there is a name for this kind crowd and it's 'poussie poussie' (I think that's the right spelling, and it is pronounced the way you think it is, which give a double entendre in English) and it means 'kiss kiss' for the double cheek kissing they do. There's even a song that makes fun to it called poussie poussie.

Quick side note in France the double kiss is normal everyone from high society, to hipster, old and young, cool and nerdy etc etc. but in Germany it's very high society.

But anyway the crowd outside were 6"3' tall slender and 'beautiful' models with their hanger-ons and people trying to be seen but there's no scene left so it's kind of pathetic to watch really.

So after beers there we wandered next door to the club and because of a Facebook group set up we were on a guest list however guest list was not the right word for it because WE STILL HA TO PAY TO GET IN!!!! How ridiculous is that? Adding out names to the guest only reduced the price to get in but we got a single drink token so that made it better? I suppose so, given the size of drinks at most places there's some plus in it. Just like in Australia

Oh forgot to mention it was a grand opening of a new night called Candy. So naturally there's all these poster girls at the front door with bar tables set up across the door to sign up for the newsletter and events and what not. Just like in Australia.

Then wandered upstairs to cash in the token but what we got in return was disappointing. A half glass of this crappy tasting orange spritzer called aperol.

Then upstairs again they had the room decked out as the club with girls handy out lollies. Get it? Candy? How f***ing original. But the room was empty because everyone was outside, no one goes to these kind of places to dance, they go to be seen. Just like in Australia.

So didn't stay long, left around midnight and since I hadn't eaten since lunch by the lake it was time to get some food. So Dirk took us to this little eatery/bar kind of thing it's hard to give it a name in English. But it was located neat Fraunhofer Straße, which is fun to say. The symbol is pronounced as a double 's'.

The cover photo is what I had to eat. Currywurst, which is just bratwurst with a thick sweet and sour tasting sauce and chips with mayo and tomato sauce. There's a special name for the chips served that way. It's got something to do with the dipping of a chip into one sauce the other creates a criss-cross pattern. Dirk explained it but I can't remember.

Sat around here and had a couple more beers and talked until about 2:30-3 and then wandered around the corner back home. Didn't last as long as the night before but was just as much fun.

Dirk is one of the coolest people I've met so far. He's a photographer that John has worked with a couple of times and just has so many interesting stories to tell. But some of the best ones are the stories of him and his family, I won't go into it over the blog but if you really want to hear about it ask me when I get back.

I could keep going with this blog but I'm writing it in the car back from today's adventure and are about to get home so I'll post this when I get which will have to wait until the blog

Just a couple of quick side notes that I meant I post in the last blog but I forgot to firstly you Always know it's a good night when you can watch the newspaper guy put the next day's newspapers in stores don't think I've ever seen that before. Oh and bars were open about another hour and a half after we left.

But the other thing I wanted to mention is advertising for cigarettes is legal here so there's heaps of posters and what no around the city for Marlboro and Gaulois and Lucky Strike and everything else.

Anyway that's enough from me.

A la prochaine

E