Last day in Deutschland
July 13th, 2015
Train station for Dachau Camp
Hallway in Dachau
On our second and final day in Munich, we decided to head to Dachau to visit the site of the first concentration camp and memorial. After reading about these locations and all their awful histories, it was difficult to walk the same roads and enter the same locations that the prisoners did. We started near the train tracks that the trains took the prisoners and then walked through the gates that read “Arbeit Macht Frei” (work will make you free). We walked through the square where they had roll call, barracks, bunkers, and the crematorium and it was all hard to realize that these were the places where such horrible acts were committed. It was also so hard to imagine how just outside was an entire city where the people had no idea just what was happening inside the walls. It was quite the sobering experience.
We headed back toward Munich and spent some time at the Duetches Musuem, which our Museum of Science and Industry is modeled after. It is a huge museum and we found it funny to see that they were using touchscreen modern computer screens along side computers circa 1980. To Chuck it seemed to be a very engineer oriented museum, in that you needed to be engineer to understand what the descriptions talked about.
Beautiful Tri-Motor at Deutches Museum
CRT Monitors...
Since it was our last night in Munich we had our own little bar crawl, deciding we had to hit up a few of the popular beer halls before we left the city. We started the night at the Paulaner, which had really good food, and we finally had a schnitzel with cranberry sauce and cheese spaetzel. It was a delicious meal. We headed to a few others and also really enjoyed the Augustiner Brauhaus that had more of the “beer hall” feel. We then tried to go to the Spaten, but we ended up at the actual Spaten factory. Next time we'll get that right! Unfortunately, we tried the Hofbrauhus, but left after realizing this was the spot for 18 year olds to go and embarrass themselves (and the U.S. for that matter). We headed across the street to what looked like a more local bar, but then were given beer we didn’t order (of course the worst quality as well) and the worst service. We decided it was time to say goodnight to Munich at that point.
Augustiner Brauhaus
