I like Germany. More specifically I like Bavaria. The Bavarians rock. They have beer houses everywhere. Literally everywhere. We hopped a train to Garmisch-Partenkirchen and after some amazing strudel at a local cafe we caught a gondola from the olympic stadium to Eckbauer on top of the mountain. As far as I could tell Eckbauer consisted of the lift station, a dirt trail to a private house and another trail that passed by a beer house (everywhere). Since we were thoroughly exhausted from sitting all day we grabbed a couple beers and took in the Bavarian Alps which included the largest mountain in Germany (Zugspitze).
After the beers, Kate was in her happy place. This happy place led to sliding down the mountain side on her butt and tripping a lot. The picture below is her after the first of her many shortcuts down the mountain. The flower in her hair adds class.
We soon made out way to the next sign of civilization, Forsthaus Graseck, which had 2 or 3 houses and...I bet you can guess what else...a beer house. Kate still feeling happy decided to forego more beer and chase goats instead.
After getting a little lost and hiking unnecessarily up a mountain, we found our way down to the Partnach Gorge and hiked through. It was breathtaking and the serene aqua glow emitted from the glacial water was interrupted only by the roar of the water.
After we exited the gorge there was only a ticket booth and...yea you should know by now...a beer house. The guys there were great and we had a broken conversation with them and bought a bottle of moonshine made specially by the owner. He claimed it was so great that it will never make you throw up no matter how much you drink. Either that or it will make you throw up if you drink it at all. I couldn't tell. He was speaking German and I was kind of drunk at that point. Did I mention I love Germany?
Beautiful scenery + hiking + lots of great beer = great day
We headed back to Munich and caught the night train to Berlin. Time to go have some more beer.
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