Two nights in Munich cannot end with an ignominious flight back to London. I must stop off in Frankfurt for a couple of nights as well
September 18, 2016 §
Two nights in Munich cannot end with an ignominious flight back to London. I must stop off in Frankfurt for a couple of nights as well. So once again, as for Brussels, Berlin & Vienna, I am left thinking I will never come back to Munich again. The point of travel seems to have gone. I am impervious to the charms of Tallulahs and Esmeraldas now. They cannot move me or tempt me. I must rediscover the intellectual content of these holidays, if I persist with them at all. I want to write like Nietzsche. I wanted to meet girls like I see at the ——–, but in a place where I am free to do much more with them. But I never meet any I feel anything for. I don’t crave for sin anymore, so much as aloneness. So what memories of this trip to Munich? The first sight as I entered the hotel was the gorgeous receptionist Frl Bahnmuller. Then the first sight I saw after entering Atlantic City was the gorgeous blonde Melani behind the bar. Two sights that made the first night so promising and made me stay a second. However, Melani, the main reason for me staying, was not there the second night. After that, the night was a miserable waste. I did not find the black heart I wanted to buy for —–, nor the black boots for myself. Lamm’s was closed down, but I have rediscovered Rechthaler Hof, which I enjoy now.