München - Day 2

We had a pretty bad night; at freaking four in the morning a bunch of Italian kids came in and kept being loud. I guess that's the downside of dorm rooms, unpredictable Italian loudness. We skipped breakfast at the hostel and switched to a better room instead. The friendly lady at the counter was still friendly and the transfer was made. We thanked her and went to the Parkhaus where our Czech time mashine car was waiting for us.

We had to be at the airport by 9:45 to pick up Lina from Helsinki. She came with a friend who looked very serious, he turned out to be quiet a lot. The drive only took thirty minutes and we bridged the semi-awkward gaps between hostly questions and answers with friendly bits of silence. We dropped them off at their hotels, took some deep breaths and left for the Münchner Messe.

The entrance fee is thirtysomfin Euros, but luckily the local university was having some sort of survey going on. They let you in for free, if you agreed to carry around some electronic tracking device. They said they'd use it to see where people were going. We agreed and went straight to the restrooms, I wonder if they tracked that, too. 

Easing myself, I realized that I left my book in the hostel restroom yesterday. I just forgot to take it with me on my way out. It was a good book. I hope the finder thinks it's one of those books that travel the world. On the last page he would write down his whereabouts and leave it for someone else to read. Whoever finds it takes it along on his own trave... Damnit, I just realized that my Dunkin Donuts stamp card bookmark was in there, too. Lucky bastard, he better reads it proudly to the last page.

For lunch we had Currywurst and coffee, bzw. Bratwurst and Mezzo, and enjoyed our snack on a gray metal bench outside with the sun shining so strong that it made us believe it was spring already. Businessmen carrying suitcases, women carrying babies, couples carrying each other; people kept walking by and they watched us watching them. It was kind of funny, a zoo-like situation, with everyone thinking they weren't the animal.

At three there was a presentation. Some guy was to talk about ways to make your company a successful one, with marketing strategies, advertising tricks and whatnot. It sounded really interesting so we wanted to give it a shot. Unfortunately he started talking and did one of the worst presentations I've seen in quite some time. We gave him a couple of minutes to make us not leave for the booth with the free energy drinks, but he couldn't convince us.

At four there was a show at the Granade booth. Dj Sepalot of the very Blumentopf crew was there to entertain the passers-by. And indeed, most people just walked on. Eventhough they were young and he is just superdope, they didn't seem to realize that the surprisingly well-dressed beat magician in front of them was freakin Sepalot. Well, selbst schuld. But we stood there kopfnickend, listening and appreciating his tunes till my feet and Tobs' back started to hurt too much.

We drove back to the hostel, kicked our feet up and enjoyed the mags and catalogues we had collected. After a quick recovery we went out to the ristorante across the street. We had pizza and lasagne, which I regretted having ordered the second I saw the unfriendly waiter putting the round piece of topped and cheesed goodness in front of Tobs. Still, it was a good meal. 

Back in the hostel we had some coffee and some drinks. Once more I thought that wireless internet is a super convenient invention. Due to lack of sleep we decided not to go out tonight. Instead we greeted our new roommates: a quiet and funny couple from the Ukraine (she was quiet, he was funny), a very nice girl from Ireland who didn't know about the ISPO and wondered why the hostel prices were expensive, and a drunk dude from the US who kept asking where his jacket was.