Stopover in Dubai was pretty standard - though we got to our gate seemingly not long after the flight before had departed, so there was an abundance of seats. We had a few hours to kill, so we just kicked back for a while and had some fairly decent coffee.
After a good flight - we were playing some word search game on the onboard entertainment system and barely even registered taking off; the A380s are just that smooth - we landed in Munich. There appeared to be some kind of power outage, though, since in the terminal we were in most of the lights were off and the escalators weren't working. Getting through passport control took ages since there were a lot of non-EU people on board and only 3-4 staff. Eventually some of the security decided to wander along the queue and ask where people are from so they could pull out those who were from the countries that don't need visas. Thankfully, this includes Australia, so we got though a lot quicker.
Rochelle's suitcase was on the conveyor when we got to it, so I grabbed it; mine, however, was nowhere to be seen. And remained unseen for quite some time - long enough for me to get the kind of concerned/paranoid/frustrated that I tend to get when I've been awake for 36 hours straight (not counting the few hours of the non-continuous/poor kind on the flight from Adelaide to Dubai), which made me head in the direction of the luggage desk to check whether all the bags from our flight had come off. They said they hadn't, and when I turned around I saw that mine had come out and Rochelle had grabbed it.
After finding the part of the airport that had useful signage (for some reason the section we were in lacked any reference to trains) we bought tickets for the train to town. Next was getting from the train station to our hotel (a bit more challenging thanks to phone data taking a while to come online plus the failure of the backup plan for that exact situation*) but after going in circles a few times we worked out where to go, found our hotel and checked in.
After getting to our room and having showers, we had a bit of time to run around and look at things, specifically the Munich Residenz.
After a good flight - we were playing some word search game on the onboard entertainment system and barely even registered taking off; the A380s are just that smooth - we landed in Munich. There appeared to be some kind of power outage, though, since in the terminal we were in most of the lights were off and the escalators weren't working. Getting through passport control took ages since there were a lot of non-EU people on board and only 3-4 staff. Eventually some of the security decided to wander along the queue and ask where people are from so they could pull out those who were from the countries that don't need visas. Thankfully, this includes Australia, so we got though a lot quicker.
Rochelle's suitcase was on the conveyor when we got to it, so I grabbed it; mine, however, was nowhere to be seen. And remained unseen for quite some time - long enough for me to get the kind of concerned/paranoid/frustrated that I tend to get when I've been awake for 36 hours straight (not counting the few hours of the non-continuous/poor kind on the flight from Adelaide to Dubai), which made me head in the direction of the luggage desk to check whether all the bags from our flight had come off. They said they hadn't, and when I turned around I saw that mine had come out and Rochelle had grabbed it.
After finding the part of the airport that had useful signage (for some reason the section we were in lacked any reference to trains) we bought tickets for the train to town. Next was getting from the train station to our hotel (a bit more challenging thanks to phone data taking a while to come online plus the failure of the backup plan for that exact situation*) but after going in circles a few times we worked out where to go, found our hotel and checked in.
After getting to our room and having showers, we had a bit of time to run around and look at things, specifically the Munich Residenz.
Pictures!
It seems that it being three years since my last trip has done little to diminish my fondness for creepy/ugly people in paintings.
One on the ceiling
After the Residenz, we went for a bit of a wander. Found the Theatine Church.
And the war memorial.
The new town hall in Marienplatz.
Us, in front of the Feldherrnhalle.
We found a nice-looking place to have dinner at - though it took us a while to work out that they had a pretty extensive food menu and weren't just a pub; we looked at a couple of different menus and couldn't find one in English. But we got one when we asked. And we wound up with all of this, which includes a half pork knuckle with dumplings, steak & potatoes, a salad and spaetzle - which, if you're unfamiliar, is essentially German mac & cheese. And this had dried onions on top and was amazing.
No, we didn't get through it all. Yes, our waitress judged us severely for that*.
We saw a shiba!
*Screw you, Google; your offline maps option is unhelpful fucking garbage.
*She was right to do so; we ordered way too much.
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