the tent

after a long, hot shower-actually misleading as water was timed like a damn sink at mcdonalds-a shave and 2 tooth brushings...had been 36 hours since any of this had taken place...took the tram back into munich and explored the city on foot for an hour or so...enjoyed some brats and skraut in the street...lots of music...a wonderful string trio...a couple of different accordion players and a group of incrediblz talented musicians...a bass player, couple violinists, keyboardist and more...bought 2 cds, so finally, day 11, retail therapy.

back to the tent...7.50 euro for the night...basically a yoga mat on the wooden floor. 75 to 100 people in it. floor hollow...can hear everyone come in, go out...yada, yada. to my right...2 big...big girls from new zealand...later as it got cold, thought---briefly--about crawling between them....above, 2 girls from brazil...rode with them to the train station the next am...left an older guy...spoke yero english..snored like a freight train...slept through the night

no curfew at the tent but quiet hours start at 1 am. this didnt quite happen...but anyway

got up at 130 for more blankets...got 3...it was cold as shit...later learned 46 F. had 2 blankets beneath...slept in the silk sleep sack...3 on top, 1 as a pillow...today...5 days later...no bedbug bites evident...none the next am either.

my space was near the center beneath a mirrored ball...must have used this tent for a dance hall at some point. tried counting mirrored squares, rather than sheep or fat girls from new zealand to go to sleep, it worked.

also here met jenny and friends cindy and ??? from the south of france. jenny is in university at canterbury....she couldnt believe i was without blackberry or computer. she dropped the f-bomb a lot...we got along great

wish i had a tool she does...the thomas book current timetable for all trains in europe...gotta find one

i dont miss driving...nice to ride

i hate carrying a wallet..usually it is in the car and i only have my first citizens debit card in my pocket

the money belt is a pain, but , i feel necessarz for safty purposes. in it, call credit cards save 1, 2 blank checks, passport. franklin mills told me that wearing a money belt was like either wearing a girdle or a colostomy bag...girdle position works best for me. franklin and janet loaned me a book of translations...english to french, german or italian...has been most helpful

daddy...if zou are reading this...i think that if you had made me wear a 30 lb backpack at age 10 for a couple of weeks, you wouldnt have had to bug me about my posture.