Last Friday Rauf, the team accountant, took Nick and myself to Munich to get our visa’s. Much like the time I took highway 64 from Chattanooga to Memphis, it took quite a bit longer, but the scenery was awesome. With all the snow and skiing, it reminded me quite a bit of I-70 coming out of Denver.
While waiting for our visa’s to be processed, we ate at Unions-Brau-Haidhausen. We were possibly the only tourists that have ever entered this place and I learned very quickly that you don't order a soda in a joint like this. When the server came to take our drink order, I ordered a Pepsi with ice. She gave me a sarcastic but serious glare, then returned to our table moments later with 3 Union Braus and a bowl full of Weißwürste (white sausage)! They were as good as they looked.
Leaving Innsbruck
Stopped for gas 
Unions-Brau-Haidhausen
Weißwürste (white sausage) 
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