MUNCHEN

We started rolling the trucks out of a rain soaked Copenhagen after midnight and headed for the port of Gedser, to catch the 7am ferry to Rostock Germany. The southern Baltic was a bit choppy but the crossing only took 1 hour 45 minutes, so some of us didn’t have really enough time to see if we had sea legs or not. Back onto dry land the land lubbing truckers then drove down through Germany, stopping for a break at an autohof (truck stop) and arrived at the Olympic Stadium Munich in the early hours of Tuesday morning.
Munich the capital of The Free State of Bavaria, famous for it’s Oktoberfest, where traditionally dressed frauleins serve gallons of beer to the eager thirsty revellers, while they are entertained by the local lederhosen clad, thigh slapping, oom-pah band. I guess they are taking binge drinking to the limit. This extraordinary Olympic village hosted the 1972 Olympics, sadly remembered for the wrong reasons. The focal point of the site is the stadium itself, the home until recently of Bayern Munich, one of Germany’s most famous Football teams. They have moved to a new arena on the outskirts. It was also here that England beat Germany 5 – 1(sorry I could not resist that) a couple of years ago.