The weekend actually started on Friday afternoon, with steady rain but a promising trip to the oldest brewery in the world, Weihenstephan. To think that it was only a 7-minute bike ride to get there! Ever being the traditionalists, we went for Radi (a type of mild horse radish eaten with salt and chased with copious amounts of beer) and the ubiquitous Brez'n (accompanied by traditional and sweet, i.e. Bavarian, mustard). You got to agree, that thin-shaved radish looks just great!
|Heaven, Bavarian style|
|Market square in Freising|
|Traditional Weisswurst, Brez'n, and Weissbier|
|The Freising Cycle Chick|
|One of the dozen Zither players|
|A hop-head in the Hallertau|
|Sabine's choice of tires was definitely more suited to the terrain|
|The Weltenburg monastery at the mouth of the Donau Druchbruch|
|Our driver across the river|
And now I'm back in the US, after several updates to this entry. In 15 minutes I'll board my last flight to Lubbock, where my great buddy Carl will pick me up on this Memorial Day, anno domini 2011.
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