Of course, if this is proven to me by seeing Chris get a dose of the Germanic scolding, then I may be able to put it all behind me once and for all. I still think it has something to do with my long hair or the fact that I am wearing shorts. Prejudice knows no boundaries. We arrive in Munich and wander the streets, trying to find a subway entrance. It has just finished raining and the city has that smell cities get, when everything becomes a little wetter but no cleaner.
Wet dogs are a good example.
We finally find the subway and get off where the hostel is supposed to be. We are at an entrance to a zoo, and though this makes us happy, it brings us no closer to a bed. Due to a lack of signs, the hostel remains hidden from us. He first points to the zoo and then offers to sell me an apple. Despite his helpfulness, I do not feel like I have gotten any closer to an answer.