Do you like camping? I have never really camped before but Markus has done it with his family all his life that it is only natural we also had a go together.
Our adventure happened a couple of weeks back. Markus’ parents lent us all the camping gear we can ever need, and at 5 AM, we drove to a camping place in Bavaria by the Pilsensee. I was quite excited. The idea of spending time in nature, keeping it simple, and having tons of sun and quiet – I am all for it.
Sadly, it did not take an hour after arrival to realize we chose the wrong camping place. Just after setting up our tent and all our stuff, the neighboring group of tents started to play bass. The music was not loud but the bass truly corrodes our soul.
With all the patience in the world, we dug all the pegs of our tent, removed all our stuff, carried them again, and setup camp once more a little further from where the music came from. We truly wished we could have moved way further but the other end of the camping place was a playground – not very promising.
Such a shame that we could not get accommodation in the camping place. They looked nice but also probably quieter!
True enough, as the day went on, more campers arrived – families with seemingly battery-operated toddlers who were screaming and crying non-stop. I wish I was exagerrating but I mean it literally.
I have never seen so many children outside of a kindergarten, not to mention a sea of hapless parents. We were soon completely surrounded and the screaming and crying went on like an eternal punishment up until late in the night, only to be replaced by the loud chattering of parents until dawn.
With ringing ears and eyebags, we wanted to go home the next day. Sure, the lake is nice, but when you come from the islands with a mighty, warm, endless ocean, can you honestly be impressed? But for some incredible reason, we thought we would not give up just yet.
We spent the day exploring the nearby cloister that Markus’ father recommended, cherishing the relative quiet, and gathering our wits in preparation for our return to our tent. Not much changed there. We woke up even more tired the following morning wishing we were anywhere but there.
So we headed to nearby Munich instead to have a wander and catch up with our lovely classmate from yoga teacher training in India.
I thought Munich was a nice city, big and busy but not hectic or pretentious. It has so much character, color, and texture that it almost comes across as strangely cozy.
Something interesting was happening at every corner but my favorite was the group of classical musicians playing near the Frauenkirche. That is definitely something I would not see in The Ph!
We talked, wandered, ate, and just had a really nice day in Munich that we forgot about our camping place from hell. It was 7 PM when we returned and we were welcomed by another group playing loud music, with the sound of screaming and crying children not falling far behind.
There was nothing left for us to do than concede, finally cut our trip short, pack everything up this late, and take the long drive home well into the night.