The next day I ran early and we took a walking tour of Munich that was great. The tour guy was a fine urbanite named Ozzie who spoke a variety of languages and was well versed in history. He began the tour at a brisk pace and spoke of magical Munich things, and by that I mean Hitler and the third Reich. Basically the history of Munich is absolutely fascinating. The entire city itself is very young, only four structures are older than 60. In World War II the allies bombed Munich heavily (it was the home of the Nazi movement) and the damage was so catastrophic that the whole city was in ruins. The city, however, had taken pictures of all buildings before the war started and were able to build the entire city as it was. If you want to know any other history, just let me know.
After the tour we went to the Augustiner Brau, and had the most ridiculous meal ever. For 9.95 euro we had 1/4 duck, a large potato dumpling, a pork knuckle, all you can eat pretzels and kraut, and roast pork. It was truly a feast for a king. I think kraut may be the greatest gift the Bavarians gave to mankind, because this was fantastic. After that we had a similar night to the one before...except instead of boxing we witnessed a race between the same two contenders, with a clear winner and a man who could not keep up.
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