Drenchden

Friday 1^st July - Tuesday 5th July: Berlin to Dresden to Munich

Lovely start to the journey to Dresden, within minutes a girl yakked, claiming travel sickness, despite having only moving 100m up the road! Most likely her massive hangover. On arrival, continuing our new tradition of a few drinks on route to the new campsite, we reached a new personal best of 5 hours to make a 30 minute journey, due mostly to beer and food, a little mapping too.  

It become clear to us, that we have become used to a very low standard of living, when a bathroom mounted hairdryer from the 80's made us happy girls. The site also had a real pool, with water, although the weather would ruin all our plans for that, and earning the city the name of Drenchden.  

The new dawn gave us both super back pain, it could be linked to carrying our weight in backpacks, sleeping on the floor or having to mimic being reborn each time you get out of the tent.  Although up before 9am, still beaten to all the fresh baked goods by the Germans, in a similar style to sunloungers at beach resorts. So we hit up Dresden city, walking directly into a gay pride parade, which proceeded to follow us around the city all afternoon, probably tuning into the 'lesbian voice' of Becky.  Onto the church of Our Lady, or the woman's church, so we could be women, and then to the Zinger Palace, only after 30 minutes we found out we had accidentally queued in the wrong place, and were in line for the Opera.  

Drenchden today again, woke to rain which stayed all day, and the discovery that Germans have a siesta, and close everything for hours in the middle of day, depriving us of food, make us resort to our slightly stale bread and packet mix soup in warm not hot water. Some luke warm coffee later, we were ready to charge everything again, a constant theme.  Its not our fault that the only power outlets available at campsites are those in bathrooms, its like they want to gather all our electronics,find some chairs, turn on the tunes and begin a good ole fashioned bathroom party.  But just like the ugly lights in clubs, you know its time to pack up when you find yourself doing yoga from a pod cast.

Dresden- Munich was an incredibly eventful travel day, involving our second clash with border police. Starting routinely, apart from hourly stops for the bus driver to have a smoke break, and to allocate a fellow passenger as an interpreter for the trip for us,  until on a particularly lengthy stop, plain and uniformed police raided the bus. Demanding ID from everyone on the bus, including our translator, calling in to check on their status, alarming us slightly, however showing no interest in us, except for if Alex played soccer and if Australia had a team. Our new bus arrived, the police proceeded to raid it in a similar style, but this time pulling people off for searches, of themselves and their luggage. Shoes and socks off, pants undone, and bags rummaged through for almost every other passenger but ourselves. An hour later we were back on our way, with the fiercest bus attendant named Maria- Von Trapp she was not! Though she did look like something out of Little Britain. She barked orders, slapped legs, and completely confused us for about 5 hours.  

Pulling into Munich we watched as once again a bus (not ours this time) get raided by police, this time in bullet proof vests, seeing as this bus was bound for Romania, all was understood and we set off for 'The tent'.  A giant pre-erected wedding marque, with over 100 bunk beds, suspiciously stained mattresses and a violin playing asian. THIS WAS LUXURY.