Das Schmekt Gut

Landed in Frankfurt without incident — other than the fact that the airline food was just awful. It was surprisingly easy to find the ICE train at the airport, just take the free bus outside the baggage claim area to the station (5 mins). On the ride to Nuremberg I met Betina, a freelance journalist. She had traveled extensively while producing human interest stories. We chatted sporadically during the two-and-a-half our ride which made the introduction to Germany pleasant. I should have gotten an email address or at least a last name but brief friendships are sometimes ethereal and that's o.k.

The German countryside was not unlike Canada's with rolling hills and forests, the only exception would be red terra cotta roofs in the villages.

Upon arrival in Nuremberg I was immediately taken aback by the awesome architecture. The train station was something to behold (see above). This would prove to be the second most impressive train station that I will have encountered (Mumbai station is #1). My hotel was just a five minute walk underground, I surfaced near one of city's watchtowers – Hotel Victoria was right next to it.

I had met some folks online through a travel forum and decided to meet around 4:30pm. We toured the city and found a great Italian pizza joint that served rediculously huge pizzas for very reasonable prices. I thoroughly enjoyed the conversation and laughter with my newfound friends, I will surely keep in touch. The next day I hopped on a train to Munich and accidentally wandered into madness...