Sunday, May 6, 2012

The München Tales Part 1

Dr. Wasser, this is a group post from Megan, Austin, Joanna, and Cameron.  We decided it would be more entertaining to create a tale from our trip to Munich this week rather than to recount it individually, so read on!

Part 1:
Not too long a time ago in a land not so far far away, there were four college students named Austin, Cameron, Joanna and Megan, who boarded the night train to Munich.  It was a dark cloudy night and “Santa Claus” had just left when they stumbled heavily laden into their beds.  We were set out on a noble quest to deliver Chase’s luggage to Berlin and to find the best beer in Bavaria.
The scenery was rather picturesque, as large, colorful, floating birds dropped from the sky around the breathtaking Schloss Neushwanstein.  The road was perilous and marked with excrement of carriage horses, but still they pressed on.  They answered the question of the troll, and crossed the Marienbrücke, where one of the fearless grouped turned out to have a weakness – fear of death by falling.  Despite this they carried on and were rewarded at the top by the view of the castle.  The sky could have been a work of the great masters, however it was marred by the mark of their arch nemesis – Scaffolding.  He had been striking all across the country, first in Köln and now in Bavaria! Despite the evil mark, they went exploring through King Ludwig’s chambers.  They encountered many strange sights, including a Gothic-style bed that took 14 woodcarvers 4 years to complete and a Venusian grotto enclosed by the castle.  The Querulous Quartet exited through the gift shop, resisting the temptations of nutcrackers and snowglobes to begin their descent.
Upon their return to the main village of München, they sought out sustenance and found it in the form of zum Frazis Kaner Brewery.  The feast was most triumphant, with the roulade stealing the show.  In the spirit of celebration, they ventured onwards to the hofbräuhaus, where they each downed a Maß of their favorite beverage to the tunes of an oom-pah band.  With jest they stumbled back to their sleeping quarters and prepared for the quest upon the ‘morrow.

They woke to an ominous fog rolling over the hills.  The elders advised against continuing their quest for the legendary Liquid Bread of Andechs, for the danger was far too great.  The prophecy foretold of a raging tempest hidden behind the cottony shroud. In addition the faithful companions were menaced by colorful creatures of unknown origin and intention. However, they were not to be daunted by the foreboding warnings. They lived on the wild side. They laughed in the face of danger. After overcoming opposition in the form of a false path, the brave companions forged onward in the midst of an enchanted wood. Gnarled roots rose treacherously to snag their feet, while at any moment the promised tempest threatened to appear. The flowers and trees surrounding them seemed innocent, but unknown dangers could lurk anywhere. And then, the companions ran into another obstacle. Two roads diverged in a yellow wood. After much debate, they took the one less traveled by, and that made all the difference. They were climbing the last few steep steps when…

TO BE CONTINUED….

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