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This Is The Rhythm Of The Night

Brilliant Bavaria

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=="Rhythm is a dancer, it's the souls companion"==

Sometimes, all you need is a breath of fresh air to re-ignite that passion, motivate your actions and clear your mind, and what better way to escape than jet setting across Europe to the traditional and beautiful city of Munich.

I tend not to write about my travels, however, the past 96 hours have been so revolutionary, mind blowing and incredible that there's no way I couldn't... and now I am back home, exhausted from a very full on weekend eating pretzels, bratwurst, drinking steins and diving into the culture of Munich, I realise just how lucky I am.

So, Thursday morning, my travel buddy and best friend, Jess, and I embarked on our journey. Tube, bus, plane and we were in Munich, Germany!
Thankfully Jess speaks and understands German, whereas I on the other hand know, [i]hallo, ja, nein, danke,[i]... and that's about it, but I was ready to take it all on.
Our hostel was right near the main train station, The Euro Youth Hostel, which I would highly recommend to anyone travelling to Munich. They have comfortable beds, large rooms, hot showers and an awesome bar which we got much too friendly with.
After a quick unpack and gaining our orientation we burst out onto the cold street in search of food and adventure.
Only a quick stroll to the Marienplatz, we were in the centre of the city where Christmas was lingering in the air. Beautiful lights flooded the street and we wondered down the cobblestone path to the Rathaus, a spectacular building with a glockenspiel and clock tower. I bet the Germans play a game called spot the tourist infront of the Rathaus, as we eagerly anticipated the chiming of the bells and movement of the figures in the tower as the clock struck 6... little did we know it only goes off once at mid day, so after a few minutes we awkwardly put our cameras away and kept walking. I swear some guys behind us shared a giggle amongst themselves.
We walked up and down the Marienplatz in search of reasonably priced food. As we were almost about to give up hope, we found what seemed a hidden restaurant. Behind a heavy iron door and down some stairs was the bustle of a cute restaurant/drinking hall which our stomach's couldn't ignore. Sharing a table with a cute elderly German couple and old sleazy Austrian men, we had beer, pretzels, bratwurst and saurkraut. Oh, and believe it or not, the Austrian men pulled the classic German joke, "ah, you are hungry for German sausage?" We awkwardly laughed, finished our drinks, said Auf Wiedersehen and left.
The icy air chased us back to our hostel and we took refuge at the bar. We were both extremely tired so we ordered two soft drinks before two
Australian's (seriously I swear we're everywhere) questioned our choice of beverage and before we knew it, we had downed 2 cocktails and 2 bottles of prosecco between us. Whoops!
We stumbled to bed and knew that this weekend was going to be amazing!

We woke on Friday, slightly hungover, extremely hungry and even more adventurous... so we downed some water and manned up to face the day. Now where else do you go in search of hearty German food in Munich but the Hoftbrau Haus, and boy did that deliver. I had some Ox Goulash which was absolutely amazing and we tried to have a stein but our stomach's were still slightly unsettled from the previous night, so we settled for 1/2L Radler (beer with lemonade) which I still couldn't finish! =( At least I tried haha
Extremely satisfied we retreated to the hostel for a nanna nap = pure bliss
After our much needed sleep, we got pumped up for BASTILLE!
[Quick side note* For those of you who don't know Bastille, go and download their album right now. It will be the best thing you've ever done for your ears. Oh and the lead singer, Dan, we're engaged, he just doesn't know it yet]
We headed out to the venue where we befriended a cute German couple, Tom and Christine who helped us with directions and we hung out with during the show.
Words honestly do not do it justice. They were AMAZINGINGLY INCREDIBLE!!!! His voice is literally hyptnotising.
As soon as he played the opening chords to Overjoyed, my favourite song, I literally broke down crying. It was so moving to experience such musicality and passion coming from one person's mouth/heart. By far they are a million times better in concert than on their CD.
Also, the fact that we made friends with people around us, really does determine how music brings people together, where language isn't a barrier and together we are unified through incredible music.
On a massive adrenaline/emotional high, we headed back to the city, contemplating life as one does after experiencing something so moving, before crashing into bed.

Saturday was an absolutely miserable day, cold, windy and raining, which was fit for our destination, Dachau.
All throughout school I have studied WWII and the Holocaust but no amount of notes, facts, stories or videos could ever prepare me for the pure sickness I felt walking through the gates thousands of Jews walked through 70 odd years ago.
Even as I write this, I feel sick, reminded of the complete emptiness I felt. Tears flooded from my eyes as a pure emotional response to being there, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I won't continue, you know what's there and what happened, but even still I just cannot possibly imagine what it would have been like.
The strangest thing was the contrasting beauty of the surrounding area. The trees were beautiful oranges, reds and golds and leaves smothered the earth and alongside the perimeter is a beautiful stream. I guess that's Mother Nature's way of reminding us that there is still beauty in the earth despite all the horrendous acts mankind inflicts on one another.
I feel like I will never forget my time there, I never could.

Upon our return to the city, to lighten our spirits, Jess and I did the most joyful, childish, happy thing one can do in winter in Munich, we went ice skating! Ah! We had an absolute ball! Although I somewhat resembled a baby giraffe taking its first steps, I managed not to fall over and actually make it around the rink whilst children zoomed past. After the biggest work out we've had in a long time, we skated until our legs shook and our cheeks ached from laughing, we engaged in some apres ski tradition.
We met up with a friend of mine who took us to a local pub where I finally did it... drank 1L of beer!!! Ta DAAAAA
And devoured an amazing dinner. We drank, ate and chatted for hours before we were given a first class guided tour of the back streets of Munich before getting lost and saturated by the icy rain.
After a lovely meal and drinking sesh we called it a night.
Emotionally and physically drained we slept like logs.

Which brings me to now. Back in London. Same old house, same old room, but definitely a different me.
Munich really is an incredible city which has so much to offer. The thing I love most about it is the vibe. It's not like other big cities, London, Paris or Rome, still bustling but in its unique way, maintaining a strong Bavarian traditional flavour making you feel as though you are experiencing the true Germany. The combination of incredible food and beer, music, history, culture, friendships and adventure was perfect and really made me open my eyes and heart, changing something within me.
I had one of the best weekends of my life and with only 2 weeks left of work before my next adventure, I am hungry for more.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:17 Archived in Germany Tagged beer winter history germany music love europe adventures amazing ice_skating cold munich bavaria bastille dachau pretzels steins euros understanding weekends best_friends life_changing Comments (0)

The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

overcast 10 °C

The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:54 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beer pub friends love adventures drinks yay hilarious redlion creeps hotties Comments (0)

The Ye Old Pub

The Watering Hole

overcast 10 °C

The local pub.
The watering hole that supports all forms of life.
The old wise elephants, the cackling hyenas, the elegant gazelles and the sly tigers, fuelling up on the comforting bubbles of beer, wine and more booze and unwinding the weeks stresses.

As my friend and I sit at a candlelit table, sipping on our drinks, scoping the area, reminiscing on the previous sessions we’d had in the pub.
Funky jazz music played from the middle-aged DJ, and people awkwardly flung their limbs around on the dancefloor.
There was ‘the weird’ group. An old, hippy, apparently a barrister, cat lady who was handing out life lessons left, right and centre. The guy that said what his name was and then awkwardly stared at his feet. The guy that was overfriendly and kept breaking out in song and dance, and the guy who looked as though he’d killed someone in his life.
And of course, the weird group always has a way of interacting with you, and you, being the polite young lady you are, have to endure all their strange conversations whilst you’re slowly backed into a corner with no means of escape.

Luckily, the majestical bathroom was calling our names, and our escape route was clear. When out drinking, your bladder fails to work and you’re constantly making your way to the bathroom, which gradually becomes more disgusting as time passes, however, you learn to treasure this bathroom. You can escape from the weird group, reapply your lip stick and catch up on the gossip with your girls.

Behind the bar, where the golden fluid flows, there’s always a cute bar tender that you always secretly hope serves you. Ours always wears a flannelette shirt and converse and always cracks a joke making you feel special, making you always want to come back to the bar. Everyone needs a little eye candy right?

Down at the waterhole, there’s ALWAYS, the creep. The one man who you must avoid at all cost! And the one at our pub, is the most hilarious of them all.
He sits at a table half way between the entrance and the bar so he has an undisrupted view of the arena. He sips on his beer and leans back in his chair, his flamboyant shirt, 5 o’clock shadow and crooked smile, checking out all the new talent that walks into the room.
Now, each creep has their signature move, and his was… the eyebrows. He would sit back and raise his eyebrows everytime you accidentally make eye contact, you would cringe, then turn and laugh with your friends.

And then, there’s the hottest guy in the bar. You know every other girl has her green eyes on him, but you secretly hope he notices you above the rest. His blue eyes make contact with yours and your heart melts. He runs his fingers through his hair and your cheeks flush.
And tonight was ‘the night that was meant to be’ and we engaged in conversation with him. Totally played it cool of course.

We kept drinking, talking, dancing, avoiding, hoping, until we were fully recharged for the weekend, it was time to head home. We awkwardly smiled at the weird group, waved goodbye to the bar tender, avoided eye contact with the creep, kissed the hot guy goodbye and we were on our way.

It’s funny how the pub can bring people together. You go there to catch up with your friends to tell them about your crazy adventures… but little do you know, when you walk into the pub, you embark on a completely different adventure, that you will always have stories that you continue to share over all of your future pub endeavours.

xxx
A

Posted by missadelaide 09:54 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beer pub friends love adventures drinks yay hilarious redlion creeps hotties Comments (0)

Double Rainbow

Changing of Seasons

semi-overcast 17 °C

==

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever - John Keats...

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Autumn is looked upon with uninspired eyes by the people of London. As the darkness of winter looms across the dreary sky, people cover up in their coats, a sea of blacks and greys swarm the tube.
Smiles and tans have faded from the brilliant summer abruptly stolen (probably by Australia), and people carry on with their lives, oblivious to the hidden beauty that dear Autumn brings to the city.

On an adventure I journeyed on with my dear friend, no plan in action, we experienced the true beauty of Autumn. There was constant threat of rain, but our optimist was matched with the rare appearance of sunshine and blue sky. We followed our own footsteps, no idea where we were heading but intrigued as to what this day would deliver. We strolled along the river, ate delicious desserts (3 to be precise), checked out a Ukranian festival, divulging out views and thoughts of life, walked, walked and walked some more, then checked out the Bloomsbury festival in a beautiful park, with the hypnotic aroma of thai, mexican and french food lingering through the air, when something incredible caught my eye and heart.

Golden leaves scatter the dewy grass, reminders of each little thought and dream I've had this year. I look at them lying comfortably on the ground, crisp and brown, full and ripe. Some leaves have been half eaten by bugs and insects, their scars prevalent, though some sparkle as the sunshine caresses the dew on its surface. I am so pleased with all the things I have achieved this year and all the chances I have taken, despite their success. The naked branches stand strong, though the end of one cycle has come, another will shortly arrive, giving me hope for the future. A blank canvas. Free to think and dream as big as I desire.

We continued our days expedition with the thoughts of John Keats running through my mind. He sees Autumn as a full, a rich season, all of the hard work of the year has been done, everything tastes sweet, things are winding down before a new adventure begins and now everything can be enjoyed before the cold Winter sweeps the land. And it is now that I feel I understand his words.
I have spent all year establishing a life here in London. Travelling, meeting friends, working, networking, growing and working hard to fulfil my dreams, and as my time here in London crawls to an end, I feel I can sit back and enjoy this life I've built for myself before I start my new adventure at university, and who knows where that will take me.

Who knew that some fallen leaves could hit me with so much inspiration?

xxx
A
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Posted by missadelaide 16:07 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged london new autumn adventures dreams inspiration beginnings john_keats endings Comments (0)

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