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Reunited after exactly 2 weeks of travelling solo.

Although I had purposely planned this trip in such a way that I could be flexible in terms of where I stayed on which nights, there were a few things that were determined in advance. One such was my reunion with Dennis and Stacey in Prague on the 16th. So, with that in mind, I set out from Switzerland with 2 days to make the Hostel. A logical half way point was Munich, so my decision to stop there was based purely on scientific reasoning, and not even a little bit on the reputation of Bavarian Beers...

The beer's good, but the desserts are none too shabby either...

Of course, on my way to Munich I would be remiss if I didn't stop at the birthplace of low post dominance. Although, I must say, I was fully expecting at least a statue in the town square or something. What gives, Manny? I thought you were their prodigal son. The pride of Kempten. The great blond hope. Maybe they're just overly modest. Like you.

I assume 'Allgäu' is German for 'Birthplace of Manuel Illner'

Anyways, after that inspiring journey, and a night of sexy Bavarian lagers, it was on to the Czech Republic. But then, as I was plotting my route, I noticed something. My little purple line passed temptingly close to Austria. And, seeing that it was only a few miles further to pad my countries visited stats, I soon found my little purple line extended a little further East. Although, I've gotta say, I've been assuming the delightful aromas I'd been taking in have been fertilizer of the pig variety - but, I don't think I've seen a single pig since arriving in Europe. As such, I'm not entirely sure exactly what animals that they're getting their fertilizer from. Quite frankly, I don't want to know. I just hope they aren't farmers in the North...