What is Hector to do?
Last night almost went to plan. Hector and Marg found a decent seat in the Hofbräuhaus facing the spot where München´s most famous musician would sit. Eye contact was made and Reinhold duly sat with us during his break. He was shown his part of the Blog and took the details away with him. Reinhold drinking a litre of water: "I´m driving." What is the world coming to?
A charming mature American couple joined us towards the end of our stay. They knew their bier. Irsee, a new brewing Kloster on a lake? We need to do more research. They are now on their way to Brugge, and no, nobody got soaked at this proclamation!
Arriving at the Indian Mango, to give the restaurant its full name, in the thickening snow...at 21.00...closed, inevitably. No customers for an hour.
And so up to the Augustiner Tap and Edelstoff, for a change. As written before, when one finds something one likes... There is pan dish with a small pork knuckle, a quarter duck, and a pork fillet, or was it turkey? Either way, this was a meal and a half. Not a vegetable in sight.
And the soon to be former Mein Host of course remembered Hector from Silvester!
This morning started with the usual excellent breakfast for all at the Royal Hotel. Saturn had nothing to tempt Hector and so coffee at Andechs am Dom was in order. The snow was becoming even thicker underfoot. And so back to the Mango for the Fish Badami, a creamy sauce with a hint of coconut.
Rather than wander around the city in the continuinally falling snow, it was decided to go and sit it out at the aiport. The Blackberry gave me a departure gate long before the board did. We cleared security, alone, no queue, nobody but us. There were delayed flights then a few Lufthansa domestic cancellations. Hector broke with tradition and had a bier at the airport Hofbräu Helles. We sat watching the snow ploughs do their bit and marvelled at how efficient jet engines are at blowing snow off the runway...just keep the planes flying and surely all would be well?
All was well until a familiar accent was overheard to say the dreaded phrase...
And so the moment Hector has dreaded in ten years of cheap flights...straight on to the one man with a PC in front of him at work, and a credit card if necessary.
Howard managed to get us on a Saturday flight back to Edinburgh.
A big thanks to Howard.
On leaving the Royal this morning Hector had discussed with Mein Hosts the possibility of having to return. The Kharazis will be surprised to see us at breakfast tomorrow!
Marg has definitely missed her hockey meetings tonight. She could arrive in Edinburgh on Saturday in time for the second half of her hockey match, but with no kit, ooh er missus.
Reality bites: what is a man to do, stuck in München?
For a start, Hector did some washing. Domestic chores, always so practical.
Marg has suggested a train ride tomorrow to a lake not too far away... Tegernsee I think she meant... Oh well, if she insists... and there is tonight and tomorrow night...just the two of us... will Marg cope? Will Hector run out of clean t-shirts? Will someone mention Brugge? Can we fit in a visit to the new Indien?
All this and more will be revealed in days to come. Photos will be inserted too, ....if we ever get back to Blighty.
oooh, we had that pan dish with the pork knuckle, a quarter duck, etc. Nice. But I'm sure ours came with a vat of gravy and a vat of red cabbage as well.
ReplyDeleteYou might have to buy a new shirt while you're at Tegernsee!