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July 30, 2011
Wednesday. 7.31.13 12:45 am
(Part 2 of ?)

Two years ago today, I woke up in a small Bavarian town and had tea and toast with a near perfect stranger. Jochem suggested we take bikes into town to buy my train ticket to Munich and have a little tour. I will just pause and say now that I love the Deutschebahn. I wish that everything was as easy and reliable as German transportation. You can look everything up on their website, then buy a ticket from a little kiosk at the station. We decided an afternoon train would be best because tickets are less expensive, and I'd have some time to explore Memmingen.

Unlike most of my bike experiences in Europe, I wore a helmet. Lucky I did, because I wasn't on that bicycle for 30 seconds before I fell off and cut my shin (the seat was up too high, ok??). Jochem laughed at me.

"Are you sure you know how to ride a bike?"

I assured him I did, put a band-aid on my war wound, and got back on that Teutonic beast. We pedaled down some very sterile-seeming suburban sidewalks before crossing a stream that provided extra defense to the old city wall, which is still in place today and largely encloses the town center. The center looks both new and old, as many European cities do. There are chain stores and kebab shops built right up next to old pubs and bakeries. Everything seems to have just gotten a fresh coat of sandy yellow or rose-colored paint. We stop by some historically significant places that I have already forgotten about. You could probably find out about them here (http://memmingen.de/92+M52087573ab0.html).

Then we went to a bakery. Jochem said he was going to present me with the regional treasure of Bavaria. It was a delightfully warm pretzel, sliced down the middle with butter inside. I kept my mouth shut about how we put cheese or mustard on these puppies at home. I figured that might just be offensive.

Strength replenished, we cycled back to the house, and I had an hour or so to bask in Jochem's sunny back garden with the cat. I tried to learn a few German phrases from the Ukrainian school book my friend had sent with me. When it was time, Jochem drove me to the station and escorted me onto the correct train. Not that it was hard to identify, what with the track schedules clearly posted and an electric ticker counting down the minutes, but I was grateful none the less. I gave Jochem a big hug and a positive referral. Cold bastard never wrote a return.

2 Comments.


I've been catching up on your blog. I am excited to hear about your travels. :)
» Zanzibar on 2013-07-31 02:51:03

I'm jealous of good public transit systems that other places have.
» randomjunk on 2013-07-31 06:18:12

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