Munchen

It had been agreed that from now on (or at least until I forget) all cities, countries and towns are to be called by their local name. Eating and drinking in Munchen is a dream. The masters of the humble saussage and brewers of kings. Colder than a penguins pocket and with more snow than usual it was a dificult couple of days getting around but worth it.

The views on the bus/train trip from the Czech mountains to M were chocka with snow, and it just kept faling. Everywhere looks great dressed in natures Gucci white, especially the castles of the old city.

London too fails to disapoint at this time of year with its expected grey and weaping skies. But nice to be back, and fun to play tourist for once, going to the theatre, filming pigeons and all that crap.