The pending German rail strike is pushing me along ahead of schedule. My Eurail Pass is sitting with DHL in a distribution center in Munich. The package can’t be redirected here, so I will go find it.
Fall seems to come earlier in the mountains than down in the Bavarian rolling hills. Up on the slopes many of the trees have shed at least half their weight in leafs, exposing more of their rocky foundations.
Further down the slope and some tree are still holding on to the green of summer.
The fields are unconfused, as the feed corn crop is clearly finished.
It looks like the farmers have one more pass at the hay fields or maybe clover before calling it a season.
Munich feels like coming home and I stay in the same hostel as the previous week, only this time I notice that right across the street is the Augustiner brewery.
So dinner will be held at their traditional restaurant.
But, before that can be handled, the Eurail Pass needs to be recovered from DHL and they are way out in the suburbs near Dachau. The train would get me most of the way, but there was still four hours of walking along roads like this one.
You know, when mapquest makes an error and you are driving, it is just an inconvenience. But, when you are walking out in the industrial parks of a major city, that minor error turns into another hour and fifteen minutes of walking. Cheers to accuracy my mapquest friends!
All in all, not a bad day, but definitely different from the mountain paradise of Berchtesgaden.
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