Travel Journal: Milano

21 Sep, Fussen - Swan Castle - Munich - Milano
22 Sep, Milano

Another MacDonald breakfast after the night train, guess just don't want to be deceived/cheated by the sneaky Italians again. After travelling around, really don't feel that I like Italy that much, apart from the branded stuff. The service here is bad, people are not that kind, and not safe to travel alone. Germany, on the other hand, seems to be more developed and wealthier than Italy. I guess most of the backpackers might agree so.

Luckily I took the night train with the couchette and sleep through the whole journey (10pm - 6:30am), otherwise my face will really look shitty today. This week is pretty tough, Monday took the night train from Prague to Frankfurt, Wednesday took the romantic road coach from Frankfurt to Fussen (8am - 7pm), yesterday wake up at 6:30am, took the bus at 8am to the castle, finish and come back to the train station at 12pm, took the train to Munich at 1pm, stay in Munich for the Oktoberfest from 4 - 6:30pm, took the night train at 8:56pm and arrive Milano at 7:45am this morning. Don't know how do I make it, but yes, I arrive Milano now. I guess human being's potential is really incredible ^^

Initially was thinking to go to the other castle(s) build by the king, but seems auntie would prefer me to be in Milano during the Fashion Show exhibition. I could only leave Germany and come to Italy. Fortunately the Oktoberfest is fun, but honestly I don't want to stay more than a day there by myself. People are drunk there, and I don't really think it will be ever fun to be hassled by a group of drunken Germany guys.

I was in one of the beer tents taking the photo, and an old guy sitting in the table just in front of me invited me to join them. Yeah, one young German guy sat next to him is cute and I would love to enjoy the Oktoberfest with local people. It's good to enjoy the atmosphere, and initially they are all very nice to me, plus, speak very good English. I could only remember three names now, David, the tall guy sitting opposite to me, a little bit shy, speaking fluent English; Stephen, with attractive eyes, and quite cute and handsome; Willie, the old guy who can't speak English but seems to be a nice uncle. They just keep drinking, flirting and having fun, but later on when I noticed they are having drugs, it's really time to say goodbye because I don't want to get myself into any troubles and miss the train.

Ok, time to wonder around and get back to the hotel waiting for auntie to come back. Ciao.