A quick break to visit the Munich Weinachtsmarkt led to the surprising discovery of two surf waves. The signs warn onlookers that the dog bites (biβiger Hund), and that if you surf or swim here, you will die (Lebensgefähr). The local surfers sensibly ignore both!
The waves run through the Englischer Garten on the river Eisbach and are host to a thriving community of surfers – all of them completely mad of course! The young lady on the more popular of the two waves burned off everyone else in fine style.
When not watching (from the comfort of the bank) surfers strutt their stuff, we did the usual touristy things involving beer, Schweinshaxe, Glühwein and Wurst. Here is Suzanne in full battle gear, getting stuck into a Rotwurstl to bridge the gap between a huge breakfast and an enormous supper. Bavarians have heard of nouveau cuisine, but are rightly suspicious of it!
The eleven Christmas Markets come to life as soon as dusk falls, then party on until 9pm, when everything closes. We deliberately went during the week, when it was quieter, but still had to fight to get near the stalls after dark. It is much busier at the weekends!