Sometimes I have no idea how I do it.
Last night I stressed myself out majorly trying to plan parts of my trip, booking things on hostelworld.com and trying to figure out awkward train routes. I ended up being so mind-fucked by this that I went to the hostel bar to get my free beer and just chill the fuck out. Having spent a quiet few days in Cologne I was feeling the need to socialise but I didn’t like my chances. It was still early, about 6ish and even though happy hour is from 6 to 8 there weren’t many people around and everyone was speaking German and I just couldn’t bring myself to approach anyone. After a few minutes a couple that spoke English came in, so I went up them and it turns out they were Irish, and the bloke was born in Letterkenny. We had a time talking about Ireland and trying to figure out if we knew any of the same people. I’ve never felt so Irish in my life. Ha.
Anyway we got to drinking and we each got a pitcher (for 5 euro) and drank and drank. At some point things must have got livelier because I ended up talking to all sorts. People are so fascinating. So at some point the cute German girl who checked me in that day comes in, so I start hanging out with her, doing more drinking, etc.
I ended up out with her til 4am drinking in various hostels along Senefelderstrasse.
Let me pause here to reflect on something. I am really tired of my inability to get girls. I don’t know if I’m doing something wrong, or if it’s just the temporary nature of the traveler that puts people off, but I am so over it. Seems I spend so much time and effort talking and hanging out all night and buying drinks and being the nice guy and walking her home or to a bus or train or whatever and not getting anything for my troubles. Not that I expect something. I guess it’s just been so long that I really miss physical contact.
Putting on the positivity glasses for a second; maybe it’s a good thing that I’m not getting anywhere. Shows I’m going for the right sort of girls. By that I just mean that if you do find somebody who’s fairly forward it’s pretty obvious that it’s a once off thing. And I really don’t do one night stands. Maybe when I get back home, or settle somewhere and make a new home then I’ll know if my approach is any good.
Anyway, back to the story. So I was out til 4am, drunk as anything. Got up just in time for the free walking tour at 11am. So I’m dehydrated but I don’t have any water, and I don’t have time for breakfast. Just a quick coffee and a red bull and away I go.
Somehow I managed the 3 and half hour tour in the almost freezing temperatures on no sleep and no food. At about the mid point of the tour we stopped to get some bratwurst and a so-called ‘breakfast beer’ in the markets. This is a wheat beer which is less gassy and hence more suitable for the stomach in the mornings. Madness. A single sausage in a tiny bun and half a litre of beer to kick off the day. Anyway, the tour was awesome and Munich is gorgeous. Afterwards I gunned it down to the BMW complex, the Olympiastadium, and back again to buy a train ticket and run some other errands.
All this and I wasn’t even hungry, wasn’t even tired. I went and got a Whopper for the sake of common sense, but I really didn’t feel like I needed it. I don’t know how I do it sometimes…