My second morning (Saturday) in Munich and I am enjoying things. My hangover is not as bad as you would think it would be. My ability to keep down a greasy gyro from Ali Baba's (one of only about 8,000 Mediterannean fast food joints) astonishes me. Jennifer and I take this opportunity to see more of the city than just the streets that lead to Oktoberfest of the Hofbrauhaus. (Most of these pictures are not beer related). Oh, and by the way, we almost get thrown out of the hotel after Anthony and Mike come back at 5:00 am blitzed to kingdom come, shouting out the window, and screaming something about having to take showers.

As we enter the English Gardens, a rapids created by a stream serves as a surfing and kayaking venue.

As we meander through the park, we come across a scenic waterfall.

We take a look at a bridge (which doubtless served as a thoroughfare for Nazi, then Allied, tanks and troops) crossing a river.

Ever the adventurer, I conquer a tree by the river. (Notice my "Beer Knurd" t-shirt which made a special pilgrimage to The Land that Light Beer Forgot.)

While walking through the English (remember, the ENGLISH) Gardens, we came upon a Chinese (CHINESE) pagoda. Believe it or not, there was an oompah band playing.

Ahh, now we see the lovely swan pond. It reminds me of the Sound of Music (except wrong city and wrong country).

Again we see the scenic river that runs through the heart of Munich. If anyone knows the name of the river, please let me know. Living in Houston, I wasn't quite sure what the big green things on either side of the river were. A German told me they were "Baume" (trees).

This is actually the beginning of the path we took to get into the English Gardens. I don't know how it got down here, although beer interfering with my judgment is a strong possibility.

We are now on the Maximillian Strasse bridge. If you follow Maximillan Strasse into the altstadt, you go through the toniest, most chi-chi part of Munich. Gucci, Prada, Hermes, La Croix and other companies run by fags have shops on the street.

Bam! It's night again and we are at the Hofbrau Tent. We see a 35 year old American woman suffering from "American Girl Syndrome." (American Girl Syndrome causes all American females to think that every European male is hot because he has an accent and is European.) This Guido is 20 years old. He was the second 20 year old Italian she made out with that night. Do you honestly think she would give this guy a second look in the States?

Missing now is the picture I took of the guy lying down on the ground, passed out, by the bathrooms (more like outside troughs). It was only 8:00 p.m. My camera was uncooperative. Sorry.

Jennifer, me and Anthony, outside the hub of after-hours imbibificartion, Café Schiller. Everyone feeling good and drunk.

What?! We're at Café Shiller again? How did that happen? This is a picture and a dude from Strake Jesuit (in Houston). (Guess what I bought earlier that night.) He knew the McDivitts. I told him some stories and he said, "Yeah, I know."

Now this is an interesting picture. The guy on the left is Irish. He was a member of the Michigan Militia. He lost his job as a cop in Ireland because of it. He and Jennifer talked for about 3 or 4 hours. He eventually says, "By the way, did I tell you I'm married." (Guess it slipped his mind.) You know the story of the guy on the right.

The aforementioned married (but separated) Irishman and Jennifer.