Travel Rule No 1: Flexibility

We went down to Dessau, which Frank wanted to go to for the Bauhaus. It’s something only a person interested in architecture would want to go see, otherwise the town is pretty East German crap-tastic. I initially thought we were going to the site of the first concentration camp, Dacchau. That’s a different place altogether. As Providence would smile on me, it’s a quick trip outside of the long awaited Munich.



To add to the pointlessness of Dessau, our hotel was located 2 ½ miles from the center of the city. We ended up walking it since on Sundays the buses seemed questionable at best. Just when I thought I might murder Frank though, we found out about the only good thing about Dessau; it’s a 30 minute train to Whittenberg.

You might know about this town since it was the birthplace of Martin Luther and the epicenter of what would become the globe changing Reformation. His house is now a cool museum. Luther as well had the presence of mind for future tourists to nail the 95 Theses right down the street. So it’s a quick walk through a Protestant wonderland.



Then today we were ready to hit Munich. The long awaited savior of Germany. I don’t know if Munich is really that great, but we’re starting to grab at straws.

The lazy Easties (that’s what I like to call the East Germans) declared a short morning strike which has left us on a 3 hour wait. When we finally got to Liepzig to then connect to Munich we realized that our train was practically empty. I think most people heard about the strike and just went home. Each car has literally around four people in it. It’s a pretty nice change from the Paris-Berlin ride.